Annie Cresta.

After supper we all sat down on big leather chairs, now Brigum, Justine, and Flurista were talking about their favourite games, doing demonstrations to each other. Lying on the bright blue carpet and thrashing around pretending to die. I almost threw up my lunch.

"Maybe in a few days, we can re-enact one of your deaths!" Justine squealed.

Anger and sickness washed through me and I got up and stormed into my room. After shutting the door, I ran over to the white porcelain toilet and heaved my supper.

I felt a cool hand on the sensitive skin of my neck, and I jerked back, hitting the back of my head against something hard.

Wiping my mouth I turned around, and the luminous eyes of Finnick Odair stared back into mine. "W-what are you doing?"

Finnick smiled "Seemed like you needed some help."

I shook my head. "No I-I'll be fine."

He examined me. "Well… you kinda have some uh…" Finnick broke off pointing to my hair.

I picked it up and viewed the ends of my hair, it was covered… in my puke.

My hand went over my mouth. "Well… I'm just going to have a shower and to gain as much dignity as I can." When he didn't leave, I waved at the door "Shoo!"

He slowly got up. "Okay. But I need to talk to you after.
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Almost an hour later I got out of the shower. Feeling squeaky clean. As I opened the door steam flew out and I got quite a surprise.

Finnick Odair was lying in my bed.

Thank goodness I left clothes in there, otherwise I would have walked out right naked probably. Hey, I didn't know he was going to wait the whole time I was in the shower. Finnick looked like he had dozed off, a rope in his hand. Huh, no more robe string. I didn't want to wake him he looked so peaceful. It almost looked like the glamour of the Capitol worn off.

I sat over on the bed. Barely making a sound, and stared out of the big ceiling-to-floor windows. I could see people out there; talking and laughing. Living. While twenty-four other children will be off into an arena. Fighting to the death. For their entertainment.

"You seem to do that a lot." Finnick said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Do what?" I asked, looking over at him. He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes. The tan shirt that he wore hiked up towards the small of his back. So I could see some of his many defined muscles that the Capitol seemed to enjoy.

"Stay off into space. Go into your own world."

I shrugged. "Sorry, were you trying to talk to me?"

"Kind of. But you needed your space. I should apologize though, for falling asleep in your bed."

There was a long silence, until I changed the subject. "Is the rope thing working for you?" Pointing towards the rope he held in his hand tightly.

Finnick nodded. "Yea. Thank you for telling me about it."

I leaned closer to him. "What was that nightmare about a few days ago?"

"Nothing important." He said looking away from me.

"You can tell me you know." I leaned in even closed, our shoulders touched and heat radiated off of him.

Finnick abruptly stood up. "No I can't actually. But thanks for your time."

Then I realized he was supposed to tell me something. "Finnick! What were you going to tell me earlier on?"
He stopped and opened the door. "Nothing important." Finnick left the room.

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Training was less hectic than yesterday. The Careers moved in an orderly fashion, gliding to one weapon to the next. I worked on my hand-to-hand combat. The next hour my skill improved greatly and I could actually take down one of the woman trainers there. She was a bit tinier than me, but knowing I could protect myself gave me some reassurance.

Max and I somehow convinced the others into going into other stations. We needed to learn more things, like the head trainer said. The arena is different each year, you never know what to expect. So we went to the first aid station, edible plants, and everything that we could. After all that we made our way back to the weapon station.

While Maxem, Kanda, Lilac, Wyatt and Simon were analyzing their technic for throwing spears Garran came over to me.

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Sorry for the shortness, and if it doesn't make sense. I'm supposed to be studying.

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