Well, congratulations to Giratina for guessing the artist of Defying Gravity. It's Wicked, so this is their prize, a one-shot dedicated to their request. Bettee's POV.
Disclaimer: Why? Oh, why cruel world, why couldn't I be Suzanne Collins? Well, I guess I don't own the Hunger Games.
I lie awake in bed, waiting. No, not for anything, just-waiting. I twiddle my fingers; I haven't had anything to do since the war was one. I was allowed to go back to district three, but Annie and Finnick came back too, since I shouldn't be alone in my district.
You never know what a victor could do to an empty district.
So I wait, and wait, and wait, until an idea hits me- I look at the clock, 2 AM, oh well, at least I'm not the only victor who wakes up in the middle of the night.
I go to my little lab the rebels allowed me and get to work.
I grab my sonic screw driver (A/N a whomever gets that reference will get a cookie! And yeah, I'm American) and get my hands covered in oil, sawdust, and many more fun elements!
I need something to cure my homesickness, thought Bettee, something to remind me of back home.
Or better yet, something to get me back home.
My thoughts are a background to my invention,
For I have created my own hovercraft.
Wow, okay, I'm surprised at how short that was, but I'm not good at inventions, I hope you like it though! Oh, and check out We Didn't Start The Fire!