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Chapter Eight

"Honey, we made it!" I can hear my mother shouting outside of my bedroom. She sort of sounded happy. Perfect. As long as she's happy, I'm happy.

District 11 was just beautiful. This place was nothing compared to District 12. I mean, they had real charged 30 feet high secured fences and very strong and buff Peacekeepers. Yuck. Peacekeepers, I thought.

My mom walked into the room and gave me a tight hug. "Did you have fun with the other kids?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I lied. I wasn't going to tell her I said I didn't want to play with them. I would just get in trouble and I really don't need that right now.

"Alright, change into a dress," she said.

"Mom, I don't have any dresses," I said firmly. I was, for sure, not going to wear a dress on this stupid tour.

"Yes you do. I bought you one right before we left. It's in the bathroom."

Seriously? Why do I have to wear a dress for this. "Whatever."

Before she could say anything else, I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I looked around the bathroom and there it was. A pair of peach wedges and a very colorful floral mini dress. It was cute, yes, but I still didn't want to wear it. It really wasn't me. This whole trip wasn't really me at all.

I took off the clothes I was wearing and put on the dress.

It fit perfectly and it looked pretty good. I still hated the dress though.

I put on the peach wedges and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't really like how I looked but my opinion didn't matter.

I walked out of the bathroom to only see my mom and dad standing right at the foot of the door in my Headquarters.

"Honey, you look beautiful!" my mother shouted. Here we go, I thought.

"Yeah, um, thanks I guess," I murmured looking down at the floor. Hopefully the other snobby adults and annoying kids won't act the same as my mom.

"She's right. You look gorgeous. I can't believe my little girl is growing up," my dad said smiling.

Something that really ticks me off about my dad is the way he sorts out his words. He says them perfect and with such feeling.

I swear, he can say anything—something completely stupid—and you'll still believe him. I just shrugged it off.

"Alright let's go to the living room. The other kids are waiting for you," my mother said calmly.

Oh my God, I have to see these kids again?

Why does this have to happen to me? I mean, seriously, I don't want to talk to them. Not even Finnick. But what can I do?

"Okay," I murmured. We walked down from my Headquarters and into the living room. The adults seemed to be somewhere else since only my parents and the other kids were there.

"Sweetie, were going to meet up with the rest of the adults. Just hang out with the kids and we'll call you all when were ready," my mother said.

The kids just nodded. "Alright then, goodbye," my mother said winking at me. Ugh. She is so annoying.

Once my parents left, I took a seat where no one else was sitting and stayed quiet. Weird thing is, everyone else stayed quiet, too.

Finnick was fiddling around with his hands, and Rob kept looking at Scarlett, who was dozing off. Linda was stiflingly staring at Rover, who was talking to himself. I'm in a room filled with creeps, I thought. I just looked out the window.

The train hasn't moved in about half an hour and us kids were stuck here, bored.

I wonder what Boggs is doing… Oh who am I kidding? He's probably having an awesome time back in 12, probably going to the movies with Ary or eating some of the cookie dough—he's obsessed with that—my dad left over. I wish I was him.

Without even realizing, Finnick hopped on to the seat right next to me. I just glared at him.

"Something wrong?" he asked. Everything's wrong.

I just shrugged. "No. Everything's fine, I guess," I said lowly. Why would he care if there is something wrong with me?

"Oh cool. So, what's up?" he asked.

"The sky," I said sarcastically.

"Hilarious. Any ways, you missed out on a good time back there. What happened?"

What happened was that I really don't like your friends and I'm pretty sure they don't like me, either. Why should I stay if they didn't like me? I thought about saying.

"Train sick," I lied.

"That sucks!"

"Yeah," I said.

"Yup. This train is a bit too boring, don't you think? Come on," He said standing up from the chair and grabbing my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Were going to get the party started," he said, grinning.