I thought this was really cute. Here ya go!
Driving
"Right! No left! Your other left!" Mags shouted from the passenger seat of the car.
"Why can't I just hire someone to drive for me?" Finnick asked.
"Because, you are not the spoiled diva the Capital knows you as. You can do things yourself," Mags admonished him.
Finnick rolled his eyes and continued driving. If you could even call it that. So far, he had almost hit fifteen people, and he had only been driving for twenty seconds. Mags had thought that Finnick should learn to drive himself around, since he planned on buying himself a car. So, for his sixteenth birthday, Mags had given him driving lessons. They weren't going well.
"All you need is a bit of practice and LOOK OUT!" Mags shouted.
Finnick had been about to hit a girl carrying rope in a basket. She fell backwards and the rope spilled out. Finnick stopped the car.
"Where are you going?" Mags asked him.
"To help her," Finnick answered.
The girl had dark hair and green eyes, She looked to be fifteen, only a year younger than Finnick.
"I'm sorry," Finnick said, helping the girl pick up her rope.
"Can't you watch where you're going?" the girl asked haughtily.
"Well, I just bought a car and-"
"Oh yes! The famous Finnick Odair can't walk on his own, and has to have a machine do it for him. How Capital of him," the girl sneered at him.
"Look, let me make it up to you. I can get you a new dress. Tomorrow's the Reaping. You'll want to look pretty," Finnick said,
The girl didn't want to accept anything from Finnick, but she did really need a new dress.
"Fine," the girl finally relented.
"Good. I'll meet you in the dress shop in an hour," Finnick said. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Annie. Annie Cresta," the girl said,
The next day at the Reaping, the girl was very glad she had let Finnick buy her a dress, because she was called up on stage.