Not the best chapter... sorry. I wrote this in a hurry. (Sort of)
Hey people! Thanks for making my birthday special. (:
Note: I do not own Friday by Rebecca Black, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, or Facebook, for that matter. :D
I type the URL for Facebook, and the homepage appears. I log in to my account. Hmm. Interesting. I have one message. I click it, and I find out it's from Cato.
To: Finnick Odair
From: Cato
Subject: Hey! Listen to this!
Message: Yo, Finnick! Dude! Wazzuuppp! Remember me? Well, it's Cato! And I know something you should listen to! Your wife and your son Finn absolutely DIG this song! Go to Youtube, and search for Friday by Rebecca Black! –Cato.
I reply: Duuude! I have a son? Really? NO FRICKIN' WAY, MAN! :O –Finnick. And I send it.
An answer from Cato comes almost immediately. YEAH MAN. You didn't know? What kind of dad are you anyway? –Cato.
I open another tab, and type the URL for Youtube. The website appears, and I type on the search bar: Friday by Rebecca Black. I click a result, and I start listening.
7 a.m. waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal
Seein' everything the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
WHAT? How can Annie and my son like this song? Cato must be lying, then.
I send him another message.
To: Cato
From: Finnick Odair
Subject: YOU ARE A LIAR, CATO!
Message: No frickin' way, Cato! You're a liar! How could you say that Annie and Finn 'absolutely DIG this song' when it… when it… it's so horrible that I can't describe it! If you make me listen to that song again, I swear you're gonna regret it!