Hello! Sorry I haven't been updating lately! I was going to on the long weekend. But I actually had a life this weekend! I know a miracle. Soon, these chapters will be coming frequently I promise!

Also, there may not be a lot of 'Fannie' (hahahahahaha!) until she wins (I will try to add things in), this part it mostly about her survival, then after she wins (ha, spoiler!) their romance shall blossom!

OMG! I put up the wrong chapter! You dont know how embarrassed I am! Sorry haha!

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Annie

I quickly slipped on a blue shirt and black shorts while Maxem waited for me outside of my room. I made sure I hide my dress, just in case cleaning people tried to take it. Hopefully they don't clean in between box springs and mattresses, because that is where I hid it. Maxem and I walked in step and our footsteps echoed loudly in the large corridor.

It was Maxem who spoke first "You can call me Max… if you want."

I was surprised to hear him speak, and be so nice. "Okay… Max."

Max rubbed his sandy blonde hair "I'm sorry… for what I said to you at the reaping."

The silence was unbearable "So… why did you say it then?"

He sighed "I thought, that if I turned off my emotions and tried to look like a cruel and sadistic, it would be easier to kill people and watch my District partner get killed." He shook his head "But it's not, and that was a very stupid idea."

Our conversation fell short because we made our way to where our escort and mentors were sitting. There were three plump, overstuffed chairs and two love seats. I quickly made my way over to a chair, so I wouldn't have to sit with anyone. I pulled out my frayed rope that dad gave me and started to work. Absent mindedly, I looked up to the T.V, District 1 reapings were starting. Their escort didn't even have time to pull out a name because a muscular, tall, imitating, blonde girl marched up to the stage. Her name was Lilac Burnks and she was 16. Her face looked so sweet and innocent, but nothing was innocent about her, she was defiantly going to be a Career. The boy tribute volunteered for a 14 year old. He had a cruel gleam to his eyes, and his mouth seemed to be permanently curled into a smirk. I think his name is Simon and he was 18. Then there was a beautiful pair from District 2, a red-headed named Kanda and dark-skinned boy named Wyatt.

I started working on my bracelet again for District 3 reaping, not wanting to see their shockingly pale skin and wide deep set eyes. Of course I looked for my reaping. It was weird to see me on camera, I looked calm and my face had on a weird dreamy look. I looked way calmer then I actually felt. Max looked confident and very scary, then he whispered into my ear, and the gossip had begun. The narrator thought that we were lovers and he was whispering about how he would save me. Another person thought we were enemies, and he was insulting me.

"The Capitol sure has wild imaginations." I muttered.

Someone laughed, I turned around and saw that Finnick was chuckling. Boys seemed to be the weirdest specimens on Panem. One moment mad, then the next happy. I wonder what he thought of me. I shook that out of my mind, probably thought I was weak. I went back to making my bracelet for most of the reapings.

But then I abruptly stopped and almost threw the necklaces. I should know all their names! I want people to know my name before I die and go into the arena and I'm sure they would want the same. But would that make it harder to go into the arena? I hope not because I know knew the names of the names of the children from Districts 10-12. From District 10 Gabriella; a well built, tan girl, who was 15, and her District partner Hardy- skinny, and 12 years old. District 11; Jules, who was 13, and very tall and scarily thin, she looked like if someone touched her frail bones, she would break. Bruno; 18 and he had slanted eyes and a tough exterior. Then District 12's very skinny tributes. Both with olive tone skin, grey eyes, and a heap of black hair. The girl's eyes were filled with tear as she walked away from the 17 year old section, but the look in her eyes told me she was hiding something. Something scary.

"So who do you think you should stay away from?" Finnick asked.

"Well obviously 1 and 2. But if we're planning on being Career's we'd have to face them. Also 7's boy looks pretty scary."

I frowned. I wasn't paying attention to that reaping. But at least I got most of my bracelet done.

"What about you Annie?" His green eyes looked into mine.

"District 12." I immediately blurted, then covered my mouth for being so stupid.

"Is that some kind of joke?"

I shook my head "N-no. Just…" I broke off, how would I explain it and why would I explain it to him? "Never mind."

"No." Finnick looked amused. "Please enlighten us."

I frowned "She's hiding something I think."

"I know what she means." croaked Mags. "In my Games, there was this one girl, who seemed very weak. But she knew a lot about weaponry, but she died before she could find the weapon she actually wanted. She knew how to adapt and respond."

Finnick eyebrows furrowed "So you mean to say she pulled a Johanna Mason?"

Mags shook her head, "Not exactly. She wasn't a killer. The girl wasn't trying to seem very weak. Just hide her true abilities."

At least Mags didn't think I was completely insane.

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For the next few days we were on the train, I tried to stay away from Finnick as much as I could. I found his sarcastic and cocky self quite annoying, but yet, he would always find a way to make me laugh. The second night we were on the train, he arrived for dinner in his underpants while eating sugar cubes. For some reason, it had me in hysterics. Apparently he did that a lot because on the third day, it happened again.

Mags and I talked a lot on the train. She gave me some good advice for in the arena. Like finding water, and shelter. She told me how she won her games; by hiding. Mags waited everyone out and when the last two fought to the death- both with severe injuries, then one died. She climbed out of her hiding spot and killed the second last tribute out of mercy. Apparently his scream's still haunt her. Would that happen to me if I won? I hope not.

But now, we were pulling up to Panem. My stomach felt like I had millions of butterflies were fluttering around. I stared out the window. Hundreds of oddly dressed people waved at the passing trains. I gasped. One person's skin was blue! Each person had something wrong with them; either the tattoos on their faces, the talon shaped nails, or their skin was any color of the rainbow. People in the Capitol had scary fashion choices.

Finnick waved out the window and elbowed me to do the same. Maxem and I started to do so. It felt weird waving to people who would cheer on the person who would kill me. But apparently it was to sponsors.

The train stopped abruptly and I struggled to keep balance, a big hand clasped my shoulder "You okay?"

I nodded, and Finnick kept his hand on my shoulder making me blush "Don't worry, we wouldn't let you fall."

When we got off the train, his hand was still on my shoulder.