************ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hunger Games Characters************
Sorry for taking a hiatus! Hope you enjoy! :)
Anna could suddenly feel the districts blazing heat and ocean breeze beating against her, as all eyes focused so hard on her she thought she was going to have holes in her clothes from how intensely they gazed upon her. Every nerve told her to run, but every sense of dignity told her to hold her emotions in and just waltz on the stage like the victor she knew was expected of her.
Slowly but surely Annabell plastered a perfect mask upon her face and clenched back the sobs and walked through the path the girls of her district had made for her with the burly gun-wielding peacekeepers lingering upon her walk. Anna's senses were off the charts she could hear the whispers of her friends and the sobs of her mother and much too young brother. Her best friend Rachel was sobbing tears of anguish and pain pouring from her dark ebony eyes covering her perfectly tanned face and was trying to claw her way to Anna, despite the peacekeepers holding her back. But the thing that almost caught Anna in her tracks once she started going was the face staring upon her from the glorified stage, which held the victors and pretty much every important person from the district (and of course Flabia was like an obnoxious centerpiece to it all). For the first time since his time in the games she saw Finnick's beautifully crafted charade fall apart. He had hung his Angelic face and avoided looking up, a gesture to hold back the tears which she recognized from years of being his best friend.
With two deep breaths and a look of encouragement from Maggs, Anna waltzed up onto the stage all while avoiding gazing at Finnick's hunched figure and her pained family and friends. Anna stood on the stage with a look of perfection and confidence plastered on her face. Confidence is key was all she could think, sure it sounded dumb but who would bet on a whimp? She couldn't be seen as a wimp by the capitol. Flabia gushed about how lovely she looked and how she was so lucky to be representing her district. Pretty much a load of BS. Capitol Style.
Anna could feel Finnick's eyes piercing through her from behind. She had to keep her head held high though. She gazed upon the crowd, her eyes careful to avoid the gaze of her sobbing family and best friend, while Flabia again gave another dramatic performance of reaping a tribute. If only she could realize how much pain the dipping of her hand in a dumb crystal bowl could cause.
"... and this years male tribute is…" Then came the traditional pause for effect and then "Shane Cambrige!" Flabia smiled like a child at Christmas time as Shane made his way to the stage (without pausing with fear). Anna already was giving him the up and down (and not in a flirtatious way) he was skinny and not muscley. He was pretty much nothing special, not too handsome but not particularly ugly. He has orange hair that was super curly, along with brown dough like eyes. After staring at him, Anna took a moment to note she didn't know him. Shane gazed upon her too, probably the same thoughts going through his mind.
Flabia was giggling and looked overjoyed. She screamed into microphone (which yanked Anna out of her daze) "Shake hands!", Shane and Anna tentatively shook hands, their clammy hands almost slipping out of each others grip. Anna drew back and Flabia announced in her shrill voice "Here are your tributes for the 70th Hunger Games!", Flabia's head tilted to the side like a curious dog (and yes her fishy wig almost fell off). Then the slow applause of the district sounded throughout the district courtyard.
It was the seal to their deaths, or at least their ensuing deaths…
Anna toddled off the stage with Flabia and Shane (and of course an obnoxiously large amount of creepy peacekeepers swarming them). All she could hear was Finnick's deep comforting voice that she missed so much piercing the silence, murmuring "No, no, no, no" with each no getting increasingly more frustrated.
And for the first time since her horrid name was called, she could feel the pain and ice sink into her heart, pulling it down into her knotted gut, and the huge tears she stored away falling down her rosy cheeks.
Plop, plop, plop
Authors note:
So I guess this is sort of a filler, but for some reason I enjoy writing somewhat painful passages . I wanted to be able to put you in Anna's shoes and really develop her character through these "fillers". Sorry I haven't updated in a while school and band been really hectic and consuming lately. I'll try and update more often! Please comment and follow the story! Thank you for all the support xoxo