Annie's POV:
I sat on the bench outside the train station, clueless of where I even was. I stared at my Nokia phone screen, waiting for a text from Finnick. I wasn't really one for keeping up with trends, I just had whatever was essential and if I felt like it, I would put my own spin on it, I had decorated my phone with little stick on diamonds which came into a blue heart on the back. It didnt look very good but I didn't care. A text from Tarsi came through
2 mins:) T.
I took a deep breath, hoping that I would see his red KA car sooner than 2 minuets. I was beginning to feel the cold, biting my face, making me get goosebumps all over my arms concealed by my huge jumper that went out of fashion last year. I tucked a bit of hair behind my ear and closed my eyes for a moment, hoping Finn wasn't mad at me. Suddenly a car beeped. Tarsi.
"Get in, you silly arse." He shouted through the open window. I laughed and hopped into the battered car, instantly smelling McDonald's, coffee and cigarettes. I pushed the seatbelt into place and Tarsi turned the radio up. An old 80's song that Tarsi and I loved came on and we started to sing along.
"Billie Jean is not my lover, shes just a girl who claims that I am the one but the kid is not my son."
The song ended after we did some awesome MJ moves and we couldn't stop laughing. We pulled up at the pancake house and I jumped out of the car and ran inside.
"Um, hi, I left a box here about 20 minuets ago, do you have it still?" I asked the waitress who served us. She walked round the desk and pulled the box from it.
"Oh yeah... Some lady handed it in. I have to ask you this just to make sure it's yours so um... what does it contain?" The waitress looked in my birthday present and then looked back at me.
"Fabrics and buttons and stuff." I said, staring at her.
"Yeah, thanks, have a nice day." She smiled and handed my box over.
"Thanks." I mumbled and stuck my head inside the cardboard box and smelt the new materials. I thanked the woman again then left. When I got outside the pancake house I saw Tarsi's car turning over then the glass shattered. I ran to him, dropping the box and my backpack on the ground. "TARSI!" I screamed. "SOMEBODY HELP!" I cried out. Tarsi's arm hung out the place where the window was supposed to be and the airbag was bulging. The seatbelt hung limply by his side and his face was pressed hard against the steering wheel, making the piercing beeping noise continuous. Tarsi's once blonde hair was now covered in crimson blood, matching the paintwork of the body of his car. Shards of glass cut his body and his cleopatra t shirt dripping with blood already and showing a huge triangle of glass wedged in his liver position and smaller triangles scattered around its prior. The waitress and a few colleges came running from the resturant and started screaming when they saw Tarsi's car and the other car on the opposing side of the road. The woman from the other car got out, practically unharmed.
"Is everyone okay?" She shouted. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. Tarsi was the same.