Annie Cresta
Not only was Mags my mentor, but Finnick Odair was too. I learned that when we boarded the train, with my life and home disappearing in the thick glass window.
Food was dispersed all around the train car, there was things I have seen before, like the signature green tinted bread and then there were things I have never seen or dreamed of. Like large purple liquids were filled to the brim of crystal cups. Stuffed birds that had a tangy taste, and ripe colored berries, I stuffed myself.
"Don't eat too much." Finnick warned "You will get sick."
I tried to eat slower, but still I stuffed myself, Maxem did too. None of us spoke, the silence was awkward. It was weird to hear Finnick talk, he was a legend, people talked about him all the time. Sometimes it was good things, but most of the time it was gossip.
"So." Maxem grunted, "You going to say anything?"
Finnick looked wary at him "Just trying to see how well you too look." Then he ordered "Stay up, both of you."
I was the first to go up, almost immediately, they table shook because my knees hit it. Maxem stood up too and we walked over by the wall and I stood as straight as I could.
Finnick walked up and circled around us, "How old are you two?"
"Sixteen," I said breathlessly as he lingered behind me. What was he staring at back there that was so interesting?
Maxem glared at Finnick when we were finally allowed to sit down.
"What are your guy's skills?" Mags finally asked, when started to eat again. I almost didn't hear her, she was so quiet.
I shrugged, I was okay at tying knots and swimming, but that wasn't going to save me.
"Anything." Maxem bragged "Tridents, spears, knives, even swords."
"First." Finnick said calmly "Don't brag. It annoys the crap outta me, only do it on stage." His pretty green eyes fell on me "What about you?"
I shrugged "I don't know. Why should I try? I'm going to die anyways."
Finnick banged his fist on the table "Do. Not. Say. That. I will not mentor or help whiny children."
Standing up, I fled the room.
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They showed us our rooms before we ate, so I went it and shut the door as quietly as I could, as soon as the strong wooden door shut, tears came to my face. I shoved my fist into my mouth to keep a sob from escaping.
I crawled over to the huge bed and climbed up. My fingers dug into the silky blue fabric. Tons of emotions were bottled up inside me; sadness because I was most likely going to die, jealousy to those who are stronger than me, and anger towards the Capitol, my father and Finnick. The last one seemed to make me mad the most. I am not a whiny child. To prove him wrong, I will try. I will try to win the Hunger Games.
I will not give up hope.
Shortly after my epiphany someone knocked on my door. I slowly got up and opened it, Maxem was standing there, no longer in his reaping clothes.
He rubbed the back of his neck "Are you okay?" When I nodded he said "Well soon were going to watch the other reapings, Mags told me to come and see if you were up to it."
Why was he acting so nice? Just a few hours ago he told me to have fun. This boy seemed really kind but cruel, and no doubt he had a temper.
"Okay." I nodded "Just let me change."