Chapter 12- Boys Are So Immiture

Welcome back! Remember those FINGEL shirts I gave y'all? Now we have FINGEL hats! And if you know me you know how much I LOVE hats! (As of right now I have 13 or them) Here you go! *tosses green fedora's with FINGEL written in white in faces* Now then, you know all the crap about spoilers and how I can't speel. This chapter is kinda short, just letting you know.

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On with the story!

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"Morning." Marshal says to me. I groan and wake up. "Let's ditch the camp, I found a river yesterday."

"So?" I ask standing up. I wish Marshal would leave me alone. His two days are over and every time he opens his mouth all I can wonder is how long the responsible parents out there will have to cover their innocent childrens' ears.

"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" He asks smirking.

"No, and I wouldn't want to go with you if my life depended on it." I snap. Marshal grabs my ass and pushes me into him holding a spearhead to my throat.

"You wanna make that a bet?" Marshal asks. I growl at him. "Playing hard to get? I like it. Turns me on. Sort of a sexy sadistic thing."

"I'm not playing hard to get." I snarl. Then push him away from me. "And I'm not sadistic. I kill on defense only. Other than that it's only injuries I give."

"Okay, but it's such a shame to waste red hair on someone without a temper." Marshal says. I hate him. If I were sadstic I might kill him right here and now. Slow and bloody. A gift for the audience. But my family is watching. Unlike past tributes' families, they don't see murder as an accoplishment. District 4 has won for the past three years. True, District 2 and 1 have had longer winning streaks but maybe it's time to end ours. Unless Collin can kill him. If Collin and I don't make it I want Daniel to win. Ditrict 12 hasn't had a victor since the last freaking QUARTER QUELL. But who knows? Maybe I'll turn into someone like Titus from the 55th Games and District 4 will have a victor after all.

After a "fulling" breakfast of dried fruit Ringlet, Collin, Marshal, and I head out for hunting. I stay close to Collin just incase, I'm armed at all times.

"Guys I think I found something." I say pointing to a pile of burnt wood. I step closer and a net drops on me.

"Well, at least we know the trap works now." Ringlet says helping pull it off me.

"Wait, so you're the one that set this up?" I ask looking closer at the net. "This is my net, you don't get to use it to catch tributes. Period."

"Awww," Ringlet says. "Come on Ang-"

"No, I will not let you use my net for this." I snap. I walk forward. Collin grabs my hand. "That is so disgusting." I tell him.

"Well, if it makes you feel better I had no idea." Collin tells me. We trudge around the arena for a couple hours. Then we stop for a moment. Marshal was cut yetsterday and it starts to bleed. Because of all my hours with Emily I pull out my first aid kit and go to work on his bicep. Marshal begins to annoy me with his feminist jokes about me being a sexy nurse. I tie the bandages a little too tight in anger. Ringlet comes over with a pheasant, a small one to be sure, but my stomach is growling. I skin a bit off of a pine tree and chew. We make more tea. I swear, pine needle tea will be coming out of my ears soon. Of course I thought too quickly and I puke, yet again.

"Can you stop doing that? It's been two days?" Ringlet asks pissed off plucking feathers from the bird.

"No, and for your information this is worse for me than you." I moan. I pull out some mint leaves and suck on them. A parachute sails in from above. I guess I really do have sponsers lined up around the block. My fingers fumble around the lid. Inside is ginger root. Something to help my stomach. I secure the ginger root into my backpack. There's a small note that came with it, I don't want the boys to read it but sure enough, Collin snatches it from my hands.

"Oooo! Somebody has a love letter!" He sings. I jump up and try to get it back but he's so tall that I just keep jumping.

"Give it back!" I shout. Collin tosses the note to Ringlet.

"Dearest Angel," He says. "Awww! So cute!"

"Guys! Stop being assholes!" I hollar.

"Personally I think-" Ringlet begins. Marshal takes the note from him wanting part of the action.

"That your face is prettier when it is ivory rather than green." Marshal sneers.

"From FINNICK!" All three of them shout. I cover my face with my hands.

"I hate you all." I say taking the tiny slip of paper from them. "You guys are so immiture."

"Oh really?" Collin asks. He lifts an eyebrow and nods at the other guys. Collin lunges forward picking me up off my feet and throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I squeal and shriek.

"Put me down! Put me down!" I hollar. "Collin!" The guys begin singing some sort of song about kidnapping a pretty girl as they walk to where ever they're taking me. After awhile Collin literally throws me to Ringlet who carries me around for a few minuets then I'm handed off to Marshal. "You are idioits. Loud, annoying, idioits." I tell them.

"We know!" They shout in a sing song sort of way.

"Hey Angel," Collin says after a few moments. "Remeber how we were supposed to be water angels for the parade?"

"Yeah." I say not sure where he's going with this.

"Water angel!" He shouts as Marshal throws me into water. I let out a scream and plunge into the icy cold river. I come back up to the surface.

"Y-y-y-you g-g-guys are s-s-s-o d-d-d-dead-d!" I hiss through chattering teeth. The guys just laguh at me, soaking wet and cold. The Capitol must find this halrious. A girl named Angel in the water. And in the parade she was dressed as A water angel. Ha ha. I'm Water Angel. My prep team will love this. Collin actually crying he's laughing so hard. For a moment I see Finnick laughing then the image fades. Finnick, that laugh I love so much. He's probably laughing right now. Marshal falls to his knees and starts pounding the ground. After a second I get it. They're trying to drag it out so the Gamemakers won't release a pack of alligators on us or something like that. "I hate you. I really do." I say.

"Suuuure." Ringlet says when he catches his breath. I swim over to the other side of the river and pull myself out. The guys hollar at me to come back but I walk over to some bushes and hide myself stripping down to my under clothes and ringing out my turtle neck, pants, and jacket. When I pull them back on they're still wet and twice as cold. I check my backpack and luckily because there was no food, nothing is damaged. I pull my backpack on and get ready to head back when I smell burning wood. Not just burning wood, but burning pine needles. What idioit burns pine needles? I'm thinking to myself when I turn and almost go blind from the blaze of burning trees. The crackling and sparks fly everywhere and I'm frozen to the spot I stand with my jaw hanging open. It isn't until a burning branch crashes at my feet when I turn around and bolt. The guys are whispering "here she comes" when I'm running. Collin looks at me strangely then says,

"Angel, what are you-"

"Run!" I wail. The guys see the fire behind me and scramble to get away. The fire is on my heels with fire balls hissing as they hit the fresh snow. I plummet into the water as the boys run and a fire ball hits the surface of the river.

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DUN, DUN, DUN! I've been wanting to do that for awhile now! Told ya there'd be drama. Now go bite your fingernails in terror and suspense! In the words of Erik; "Go NOW! GO NOW!"