ok I was reading this story and I realized how much it sucked ! So I'm gonna make it up to ya'll and update (I PROMISE I"LL TRY) good ones like 3 times a week. To all of my awesome fans and the ones who gives me instructive criticism! And I know, I know, I know how bad my spelling and grammar is.

Enchanted –Taylor Swift.

I'm gonna soon do one like 3 chappie one on either The Mortal Instruments or Hunger Games with everything I can do for my beta readers because all of these suck and I will be making them better, like seriously.

Annie was swimming. The sand molding around her feet, the harsh wind blowing, but Annie ignored it. The trees swung haphazardly, the rocks rolling around. Annie jumped into the ice cold water, breathing in the moment. She surfaced, took a breath of air and dove back in, passing schools of fish after fist, their scales skimming her skin. Her braids that she tied were falling apart, the rubber bands falling to the sea floor. She dove to retrieve them, pricing number flying around her head, it would take her roughly two years to earn back the money to buy more bands for her hair.

The pressure rose, her lungs started to hurt, pressure rising. Her hands skidded against the sand, just brushing it, then she was forced to rise. A gasp of fresh air, she wiped the hair out of her face then she continued, diving down. Then she grasped the two rubber bands, but her foot got caught in a tangle of seaweed. She thrashed, the grasp on her foot tightened, trying to take a firm hold at the sand, she slipped, laying face down on the sand, suffocating her, she coughed, water filling up her mouth.

I'm going to die, she thought, and the world drowned in the black and she faintly felt her head hit small rains of sand on the sea floor.

Finnick looked outside and saw a small figure dart across. What was a person in their right mind doing in this weather? He thought, and looked at the darkening sky, the trees that danced and swayed against the force of the wind. Finnick opened the door, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. He saw the figure go toward the general direction of the sea. Swimming? He walked onwards going through the shrubbery. He saw the figure, it was much too slim to be a boy. She dove into the sea to surface roughly 10 feet away from the shore. He sat there as her slim figure bobbed gently in the waves. Soon her shadowy figure in the sea disappeared and he felt a twine of anxiety. Deep diving? He frowned, soon she resurfaced to dive back down.

Two minuets passed.

Two became three, three became four, soon Finnick decided to go. He tok off her shirt and dove into the water, the cold stung at his sin, making it go numb. He opened his eyes and looked at the sea floor. There was a form in the sea floor. He dove and saw a foot tangled in the seaweed. Is she dead? As he neared he saw two rubber bands lay limp in her hand, he saw it was Annie. Annie? Annie! He untangled her foot and took her lifeless hand in his and dragged her to the surface and pulled her onto the beach.

'Annie!' Finnick says. No movement. CPR?

He gently shook her body. One. Two. Three. She coughed out water.

'what?' Annie asked, sitting up. A rush of relief crashed on top of Finnick.

'annie! I though you wouldn't survive!' Finnick says,

'oh, oh, oh ok,' Annie says looking at Finnick.

What is Finnick doing here?

'hi finnick?' Annie managed.

'hi annie, what were you doing?' Finnick asked her.

'I was trying to find my…' annie says, grasping for her rubber bands.

'my rubber bands…' she finished, shifting

'oh that?' Finnick says

'I think that's still on the ocean floor,' he say.

'what?' annie asks, incredulous. Everything seemed so loud in her ears now.

'where those important?' Finnick asks.

'yes, they were two dollars per band,' she whispered.

'I can buy you another pair,' finnick offered.

'no! I do not accept charity,' Annie said.

'it's not charity!' finnick protested.

'whatever, I'm gone,' annie says, and stands up and runs to her house.

Mother screams.

'what mother?' Annie yells.

'come here Annie!' she yells.

Annie dashes to the kitchen. Mother is grasping a small bundle. Money.

'to annie,' mother reads.

'how much?' Annie asks.

'four dollars' mother says.

'you got a rich admirer,' father says.

Two dollars per band.

I'll pay for you.

No! I don't accept charity.

Finnick… Annie smiled and said, 'you take it mother,'

What is he going to do now?

So hows that?

How about…. Idk 3 reviwes for another good one?