Welcome to the new Wendy Manson story I hope you enjoy.
I only own Wendy.
We had finally arrived in District 13 after days, or maybe it was weeks, of looking for it.
"Wendy Manson?" a woman's voice said behind me.
"Yes?" I wrote on the last bit of notebook paper I had.
"President Coin, welcome to District 13."
"Thanks, you don't happen to have any notebook paper do you?" I asked running out of paper.
"Follow me." She said leading me to some sort of storage area. She gave me a notebook to use for talking.
"Thank you. What's the deal here why'd you save me from the jail?"
"A thank you for that would suffice." She said sternly.
"Yea, about that, I don't give too many thank you's so don't get used to them." I wasn't exactly sure if I liked her or not.
"You're attitude will get you in trouble someday." She said walking away. Tell me something I don't know. I thought to myself.
"Wendy Manson." Said a different but more familiar voice.
"Finnick Odair." I said turning around to meet the owner of the voice.
"What are you doing here?" he asked hugging me.
"Leading a rebellion, you?"
"Helping to fight the rebellion." He answered.
"So what's the deal here. I mean what's going on with the rebellion and all?" I asked.
"feeling like your world just turned upside down?" he asked.
"A bit yea."
"Well as far as I know District 8 started the rebellion right after you got your tongue cut off. They were furious that President Snow would do such a thing to a Games Victor."
"He's done much worse hasn't he?" I asked noting the melancholy in Finnick's voice.
"If only you knew." He said walking into an elevator without me, I had other places to be.
"Still flirting with Odair, Wendy you naughty girl." Gale said behind me.
"Oh please, Finnick Odair is the last person I would flirt with. He's still worse than you."
"Good, come on let's get our schedules and room number." Gale said leading me down the hallway.
I know it's short but it'll have to do for now, so review please! And yes the story will get better.