Chapter 3- Saying Good-Bye

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Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah, I DON'T OWN T.H.G.

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE A DIEHARD FANNIE OR GATNISS. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND LATER YOUNG KUMQUATS!

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"A-a-any vol-volunteers?" Bianca stammers out. Abbi- my friend, my sister- dear sweet Abigal stands on the stage tear streaked.

"I volunteer." A voice calls out. People search for it. Peacekeepers look for the girl. Me.

"Your name?" Bianaca asks.

"Angel Caprice." I say. I would volunteer for a sister. Abigal is my sister. Two Peacekeepers come over to me. One on each side. Abbi sees her volunteer.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screams. Abigal runs down the stage towards me. I hugging her so tightly I can't breathe. "Don't do this Angel, don't do this."

"I have to." I say gulping hard. Another Peacekeeper comes over to pry us apart. "Please go to the Justice Building as fast as possible Abbie, please." I choke out. She's pulled away from me. I'm lead up to the stage. Bianca has made a remarkable bounce back. Smiling and laughing.

"District 4, I present to you, your 68th Hunger Games tributes!" The crowd roars. I glance at Collin. We shake hands with a small nod. My fate is sealed.

I'm sitting alone in a small room. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

"Hickory dickory dock,

the mouse went up the clock,

the clock struck one,

the mouse ran down,

hickory dickory dock."

I hate singing in front of people. But I'm all alone. No one can hear me. The door opens.

"You have one minute with each vistor." A uniformed Peacekeeper says. He stays in the room to watch my good-byes. Daddy comes in with Bailey. Bailey runs and hugs my legs.

"Angie! Don't leave me." He says. I glance at Daddy. He hugs me too.

"Come home, please." He says. I shake my head.

"Listen to me. You know and I know that I'm not going to win." I can feel the tears coming.

"Angel-"

"No, I'm not lying to you. I'm going to try so that the kids won't remember me in a bad way. But I won't be coming home. If Abigal offers you anything- money, food, clothes, care. You take it." Daddy nods.

"Out." The Peacekeeper says. They exit. Bella, Christina, and Emily enter. All three of them hug me. Bella can barely wrap her arms around my waist though. Not that she's short or that I'm tall, it's just so much of me is all legs.

"I promise that I'll try to win." I say. It's not a lie. I'll try. I give individual hugs and they are ushered out. Abigal comes in.

"Why Angel?" She askes almost mad. "WHY?" She shouts.

"You're my sister. I won't let you die." She sobs and gives me a hug.

"I'll start a sponser program." She offers. I nod knowing that sponsers will be all I have. "I can't wait to see what dress they'll put you in." Abbi is obsessed with Capitol fashions. I smile. Then she leaves.

"Good day Miss Gliss." The Peacekeeper says to her. "Last vistor." He says to me. Travis comes in. I'm not sure if I almost knocked him over or vice versa. Travis is my shoulder to cry on. That's all I really need right now.

"Please, just- try." He says. I hug him tighter. He pulls away looking me straight in the eye. "Sing. For me. I want the last time I hear you in person to be song." I won't deny him this. I clear my throat and sing in the purest soprano key I can manage.

"Hold on to this lullabye,

when all the sounds have turned to screams.

I won't let anything hurt you,

I won't let anything harm you,

Just remember this:

I. Love. You."

The Peacekeeper pulls him away.

"I love you Angel!" Travis shouts.

"I love you!" I scream back. I try to reach him but it's no use. Peacekeeper push him away and new one pull me onto the train. "Please, don't let them watch my dea-" I'm cut off my the door slamming. The train moves forward. My life is over. I will never see the people I love again. I will never run barefoot in the sand again. I will never sing Emily to sleep again. Travis will never carry me home from the lighthouse when I'm too tired again. Never.

I fall onto my knees and cry. I can hear footsteps. Finnick Odair.

Of course.

"Wouldn't want to ruin that beautiful face." He says handing me a handkercheif. I wipe my eyes. He takes both of my hands into his and helps me up. "Sorry, I guess the odds are never in anyone's favor." I walk around the fancy room. I lay on a blue velvet loveseat. Finnick sits on the edge near my feet.

"I'm going to die. You know that right?" I ask him. Finnick remains silent staring at his feet. "So where's Alicia and Collin?"

"Alicia decided that it would be easier for each of us to coach one tirbute instead of both of us coaching two." He says.

"And she picked Collin before you."

"No, I picked you before her. I remember you from yesterday. It figures that your name is Angel." Finnick turns to face me. "You're so pure." I can see something in his eyes and feel it in his words. He really thinks I'm beautiful. He really thinks I'm pure. But there's no way...

"Purity doesn't win the Games." I say.

"No, it doesn't." Finnick says. His eyes are amazing... "But beauty does." His hair is perfect. "A beautiful tribute," His shirt is open at the top and I can see he's ripped. "Is lethal."

"I'm not beautiful." I say. "Any I'm not pretty either. Why do you keep saying that I'm something I'm not?" Finnick leans in closely to me. You could zipper our eyelashes together.

"You don't realize, it do you? How amazing you are. You have a perfect body, a stunning face, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life- including the altered ones in the Capitol- but you shun the fact that you're extraodinary. I wish there were more people like you. The fact that you're beautiful and deny it is slightly less annoying than ugly people calling themselves perfect." I. Can't. Breathe. The most wanted boy- man -in the Capitol and all of Panem is calling my perfect, stunning, extraordinary. So I do what any normal girl would do. I turn away from him.

"I can't win the games. I want to. But I have a weakness for beauty and I won't kill anyone." This catches his attention.

"You're, not- killing?" I shake my head.

"I watched my mother die and the pain haunts me. I can't do that to anyone else." Finnick looks at me, stands up and talks down to me.

"Wait until you get in the arena, killing doesn't make you a monster Angel." The way he talks to me and looks at me only makes me hate him more.

"You're only one year older than me, don't act like I'm a child." I say trying to sound cold. Finnick looks hurt. He know how I feel. Only tributes know tributes. I curl up my legs and he sits down in the space I've made for him.

"I'm sorry Angel, let's just start from the begining. Hi, I'm Finnick Odair. I don't understand my life."

"Hello Finnick. I'm Angel Caprice. I'm weak and I've never been in love." I don't know why I said it. But Finnick smiles.

"I was in love once, but now she's crazy. I'm sick of waiting. So now I'm looking for someone new." He raises his eyebrows in this weird way that turns me on.

"Maybe you'd like to hear about my life considering it's almost over." I say changing the subject. Finnick talking to me about personal things... is weird.

"Sure." Finnick says smiling and putting his arm around my shoulder.

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O_o Wow. Angel and Finnick. HELLO FINGEL! It's more fun to say than Fannie. Okay, chapter 3 soon. Review for the children! Gotta run. The Fannies are coming after me with pitchforks and torches!