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"Finnick should be here," I think to myself, "But he's at the Capitol. Again."

I let out a small sigh.

Every second day, Fin gives me swimming lessons since he found out I couldn't. Well I'm able to now but it turned into like some sort of 'tradition' as he puts it.

Well we don't go swimming when he's at the Capitol, obviously. Sometimes we go to the beach or go swimming everyday, but not necessarily with each other, we're not loners. Or at least he isn't.

"But enough of my small sorrows, he's just a friend, not a boyfriend so I don't need to be with him 24/7, and it doesn't matter anyway, I can swim by myself."

I get out of my shorts and t-shirt, leaving me in a blue two-piece swimsuit. I run into the water and when it gets deep enough, I dive under.

It's a sunny day, like most days and the water is not cold or hot. I like when the water is this temperature, relaxing but adrenaline-pumping, y'know?

Usually the fishes try to swim away if they hear or see human presence, but there's a small, brave, fishy swimming close. I poke it for a reason I don't know.

It swims away rather slowly for a scared fish which isn't actually that slow, it's just they go faster when they're scared. I decide to swim after it.

A game of chase goes on for a few minutes until I run out of breath and rise to the surface.

I realize I swam out a lot. I mean, a lot. I know because the person on sand looks smaller than plankton.

I swim a bit further in, but don't get out yet. I swim up and down, in all kinda directions for roughly 3 hours (taking breaks every once in a while.) before heading to shore.

I'm swimming back and I see another person, which gives me a fright and I start screaming under the water, then I start swallowing water so I swim up. It takes a moment to cough up the water.

Then a head bobs up, "Oh sorry, em, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack," the person says it apologetically but then chuckles. I look up and see it's a boy, probably sixteen or seventeen.

"Nah it's fine, not really a heart attack but I know you meant it metophorically." I reply.

"Yeah, I did. Well, I'm Heath, nice to meet such a beautiful girl." He grabs my hand gently and kisses it. I blush uncontrolably.

"Thank you, I'm Annie but you must know I'm only eleven." I stop blushing and try to keep a straight face, so my joke would be believable.

His eyes widen and he drops my hand, "Sorry! I thought you were fifteen!"

I laugh and say, "I was messing!"

"Oh."

"And you guessed somewhat correctly, I'm fifteen in three days, and I'm guessing you're sixteen, seventeen?"

"Happy early birthday! And yeah, sixteen."

"Well I'm going to shore, you coming?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Well, nice meeting you Heath." I say goodbye to him.

"You too, Ann." he replies.

"Annie."

"I know, so, same time tomorrow?"

"How about 2 o'clock?"

"K."

"Anyway, bye!" I call as I run down the lane to my house.

"Where were you?" My mom asks, half angry.

"Just at the beach." I reply nonchalantly.

"Which one?"

"The small one which hardly anyone goes to, our one." Well we don't own it but hardly anyone comes there. Hence the fact it's just a small coastal one. But still, perfectly nice and untainted.

"What were you doing that was long enough to entertain you for seven hours?" Goodness, this woman asks a lot of questions.

"Weeeeelllll, I walked down the lane, went to the beach, got to the shore, thought for a second, got out of my shorts and t-shirt, went into the water, saw a fish, poked it, chased Mr Fishy , got out of breath, swam up, realized I swam out too far, swam in a bit, then swam for another three hours, tried to swim to shore, sees a guy, get's a mini heart attack, swims up, coughs up water, the guy swam up, apologized, said his name was Heath, we talked for a few moments, we both swim to shore, we talk for a while, swim again for a while, we go back to shore, I throw on my clothes over my swimsuit, he swam in his shorts so he just puts his t-shirt on, we make a plan to meet up at the beach again tomorrow, we say goodbye, part ways and now I'm here."

"Well you must be hungry," mom sighs slightly, "there's some salmon and string beans for you, but it's cold, seeing you missed dinner four hours ago, and if you don't know the time that was at six."

I shrug my shoulders, "I'll just hold it over the stove". I walk past my mother and go into the kitchen.

It looks delicious, or it's just because I haven't eaten in thirteen hours.

"Ah, feck it. I'll eat it cold."

I get a knife and fork and start shovelling it down, "De-lish!" .

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" I hear my mom call from the living room.

I swallow and reply, "I'm not!"

I can literally feel her eyes rolling.

There's a knock on the door before the person walks in, it's Hook, Finnick's dad, I know because since our families are so close, we can just knock and walk into eachother's homes.

"I looked every-" I hear Hook, a sad and apologetic tone is in his voice.

"Don't worry, we fished her in!" I hear my dad reply.

"I wished that old man would stop using fish terms and jokes."

Hook laughs slightly, and walks into the kitchen, followed by my parents.

"Ah there you are!" He ruffles my hair. I fix my hair with my hands and give a small groan. Not loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Manners." I hear my mom cough.

But of course except bat ears.

A/N: Thanks for reading!