Chapter 5:
I spend the night on the train crying. I couldn't believe that I would never see Finnick again. He would never run his fingers through my hair or stroke my head. There was no way I could win. I was small and weak. My only talent was swimming and fishing, and unless the arena was under water I didn't stand a chance.
For the tribute parade, we were dressed in fishing nets, typical. The days that followed passed in a blur. For my post-game interview I wore a long aqua dress trimmed with gold. My prep team wanted to do something with my hair, but I wouldn't let them. In the end they let me let my hair down and fixed the flower Finnick gave me back in my hair. The prep exchanged glances, but they knew nothing they could say would make me take the flower off.
During my interview, Caesar, who this year was dressed from head to toe in fuchsia pink, asked me about Finnick "What about him? I've never spoken to him, seems a bit stuck up" I muttered. I didn't want them to use him against me. He would understand that I was trying to protect him. Caesar quickly changed the subject and asked me about my plan for the arena. I told him I didn't have a plan, and I didn't. At the end of my interview, Caesar stood me up in front of the crowd "District 4's very own Annie Cresta" only a few people clapped. Good I wanted them to find me boring and uninteresting. I was better that way.