"Mom!" Finnick yelled, as he ran into the house, not even bother to take off his shoes or jacket. He ran upstairs to where his mother was laying in her bed and sat next to her carefully. "How was your day, Mom?"
"Good," she said, smiling feebly. She ruffled her son's hair. "Stop growing, will you?"
"I'm only sixteen. I have time."
She nodded. "You're like a tree. Now how was your day?"
"I asked Annie to the school dance."
"And she said yes?" she asked, excitedly, not having any doubt in her mind that she did.
"Well, not exactly," he said. "She's going with Jame Distefeno."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
"She's my best friend. Why wouldn't she want to go with me?"
"I haven't the slightest idea, Finnick. Don't let this get you discouraged though."