Annie
I am informed in school that this city, Panem, Was created after what was called an apocalypse. This apocalypse destroyed most of the countries of the world were destroyed and most humans were killed. When a boy in my class asked what lay outside Panem, the teacher got really nervous and screamed at him. Needless to say nobody ever brought it up again. Here we sit, in our small classrooms, learning about the Capitol. Going over textbook information. And in my opinion, The Capitol is full of overly spoiled brats, who have never learned to fend for themselves. However here in District 4. Well let's just say that since the new peacekeepers came out here, Life has been major he'll. And what do I have to say about it?
"I hate the Capitol."
That is the voice of one of the older boys in our class. Finnick Odair. I swivel in my seat to look at him. He is 15 and I am 14. The Capitol thinks they have it bad when they don't have any fresh fish for ONE day, whereas here in District 4 we all share a classroom from the age of 7 until 16. Where was I. Oh, right. Anyway, Finnick hated the Capitol. Though I'm not exactly sure why. I mean he passed the Hunger Games. So why is he still so bothered about it all. He turns to look at me, his mouth twisting into a slight smirk. He catches my eyes with his sea-green ones. I quickly turn away, refusing to look at him, feeling slightly flustered, although I'm not sure why.
I flit in and out of the rest of the lesson, praying for the bell for lunch to go off. The bell goes and flecks of rust fly off. Our middle aged teacher lets us leave. I thank God. I do all but run out of the class. It is not that I particularly want any of the food they are serving us. I just needed to be out of there. Happily strolling into the cafeteria I grab a tray and the woman puts on some grey slop. Yummy. I slide my way over to a seat at the back. Pushing my tray as far away as a possibly can, I take out my book. Another Victor like Finnick gave me it. It is from District 7, I think. They make paper and she just gave it to me and smiled. I think her name was Johanna Mason. I smile at the memory. I decided I liked her after that. I feel the seat next to me get pulled out. I put my book away in my pocket. Nobody is aloud to see what happens inside my head.
"Annie, right?" I turn my head to towards the voice. Oh of course. Lillian Grenne. The school's top ass. I really don't like her at all. I nod my headlines really unsure of why she was talking to me. Because from all of my knowledge, she normally follows Finnick and his gang of walking idiots around like a little lost puppy. It is only then I realize who is sitting at my table. Lillian is sitting across from me with two of her friends to her right. Then there is some of Finnick's friends. And sitting fight beside me is Finnick. And he is staring again. One of Finnick's friends, Jock, gives a grunt at Lillian sending him flirty eyes and then stuffs his face full of the grey slop. Oh how very ape like.
I jump up and away from the table. Grabbing my tray of food. Then I feel someone grab my arm. "You haven't eaten anything." I turn around once again meeting Finnick's eyes with my own. I swipe my arm away from him, I don't feel like eating today so I won't. It is nobody else's business. I turn away again and walk a few more steps. Then I feel my tray being taken from my hands. What the hell does he think he is doing. I glare at him from the corner of my eye. He has already thrown my food away and is dragging me back to the table. I grab my hand away from him. He turns to look at me but I'm already walking away. That is when I hear it.
"Don't bother with her Finnick. She is the mad girl."
Yeah that's me. The girl who is mad. Why am I mad? I have never spoken a word in my life.