Life With Annie, chapter 23

I glance at the clock; 8:30.
I sigh, and turn back to the window. The train won't arrive back in district four untill around midnight.
I had to cut my last "date" short because the train was leaving earlier so I wouldn't get back home outrageously late.
So I sit on the couch, and stare at the countryside zooming past.
I'm eager to get home, and to see everyone. Actually I think I'm just more eager to get as far away from the capitol as I can.
I shiver, and rub at my skin. I can still feel them, their odd dyed skin, their long painted nails, their heavy perfumes seem to be permanently stuck in my nose.
As I rub my skin, I can still feel their hands on my arms, my neck and my chest. The rubbing doesn't help, so I start scratching, trying to rid myself of them.
I succeed in breaking the skin, and blood starts to seep out of the scratches.
I jump as someone touches my shoulder, I turn around quickly, and see a blonde avox woman standing there, I look at her for a minute, then recognition dawns on me.
"You were on the train that took me to the capitol for the first time, weren't you? You showed me to my room."
She nods, her large brown eyes sad. She must know what I have to do.
"Did you need something?"
She looks concerned, and points down at my bleeding arms.
"I...well...it's just that...I'll go get cleaned up."
I stand up quickly, and walk to my room.
Once inside, I sigh, and plop onto the bed.
I sit there for a minute, then the awful sensation comes back.
I run into the shower, and turn the water on, I don't care what I smell like, I don't care what temperature the water is, I just push random buttons, and rub and scratch at my skin.
The water turns on hot, very hot, and it feels like it will burn away the capitol from me. I'm enveloped first in purple foam that smells like lavender, then a pink one that smells like strawberries.
I stay in the shower for at least an hour, maybe two. Then I come out, and step on the instant dryer.
I find a pair of very non capitol looking sweatpants, and I slip into them quickly.
I glance in the floor length mirror, and sigh.
From my shoulders to my waist is covered in scratches, my back is the same.
They're not bleeding anymore, but they still hurt.
How could I have done that to myself? I still have some skin underneath my fingernails, and I quickly get it out.
Shivering, I grab a hoodie, and pull it on.
I smell very...sweet, and I actually feel relatively clean. I sigh and walk back to the lounge area, collapsing onto my favorite couch, I stare out the window, and focus on thoughts of Annie, and home.
I wonder what she's doing right now, maybe she will be helping her mother clean the kitchen. Or she could be reading, she loves to read. She could be swimming, sometimes we go night swimming.
I close my eyes, and I can hear the sound of the ocean, I can almost smell the salt air.
I glance again at the clock, we'll be home in another two hours or so.
I must have dozed off, because I wake up in a dream.
I'm not on the beach, but I can hear the ocean in the distance. I'm standing on a stage, and I spot Annie waving to me from across the square. I wave back.
"Finn come on, let's go play down by the water!"
She smiles, motioning me to come. I smile back, and am about to jump off the stage, when all of a sudden the square is full of women from the capitol.
I jump back into the middle of the stage, and shiver. The capitol women reach up onto the stage, and stretch their arms forward, trying to touch me. I can smell their horrid perfumes, and cover my nose.
"Come on Finn, I can't wait forever."
Annie says playfully. I stare at her in shock, can't she see them? How can she expect me to go anywhere near them.
"I guess I'll have to go swimming by myself."
She says, turning around.
"Annie wait!"
I shout, stepping towards the stage edge. immediately hands stretch forward, trying to grab me and pull me into the crowd. I step back.
"I can't wait if you're not willing to go through them for me."
I shudder, and shake my head.
"Goodbye Finn."
She turns and vanishes.
"No! Annie!"
I step to close to the edge, and a hand grabs my ankle.
I yell, and jerk awake.
The avox woman is standing over me, motioning.
"What?"
She points behind me, and I turn around.
"We've arrived sir."
An attendant says quickly. I rub my eyes, and stand up.
"Thank you."
I say to the woman, and almost run to the train door.
Before I reach it, I can already smell the salt air.
I burst out of the train, and inhale deeply. Home.
I smile, and close my eyes. I'm home, away from the capitol.
"Finnick?"
I open my eyes, and look around quickly.
"Bruce!"
I run forward and give him a hug.
"It's really good to see you."
He says, firmly patting me on the back. I release him, and take a step back.
"Yeah, same to you. You didn't have to come get me, I could have gotten home by myself."
He nods.
"I know you could have, but I thought you would like to see a friendly face on your return from the capitol."
I grin.
"You got that right. I'm glad you came. Did you walk?"
"Yep. Bit of fresh air never hurt anyone. Come on, let's get you home."
We start walking back, both of us silent.
"Why are you wearing sweats?"
I glance down, remembering that it's spring, and spring in district four is usually hot.
"Uh...no reason. It was kind of cold on the train."
Bruce stops, and I stop.
"What?"
He crosses his arms, looking right into my eyes.
"What?"
He grabs my wrist, and pulls up my sleeve.
"Did you do this?"
I nod slowly.
"What were you thinking? Were you trying to kill yourself? What is wrong with you?"
He says angrily.
I rub at the scratches.
"I...I couldn't...get the...capitol off..."
He softens, and pulls away my hand.
"Don't rub at it, they'll only start bleeding again."
I shake my head as we start walking.
"I could still feel them, their hands crawling over me."
I shudder, and rub my arm quickly.
"Hey. You're back home, they're gone. You've got to stop scratching yourself, understand?"
I nod.
"Good. How do you suppose you're going to explain this to Annie?"
I shrug.
"I'll think of something not too ridiculous."
Bruce walks me all the way back to my house, he says goodnight, and returns to his own house.
I go straight to bed. Falling asleep thinking how wonderful it is to have the whole bed to myself.

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I wake up late the next morning, and stretch lazily.
I hear a loud knock on the front door, and before I can do anything, the door slams open and I hear someone running up the stairs. In about five seconds, the door to my bedroom flies open, and Annie comes running in and jumps on my bed.
"Finn you're back!"
She throws her arms around my neck, and hugs me tightly.
"I missed you so much!"
I laugh, and blow her wild hair out of my face.
"I missed you too. Can you stop choking me now?"
She shakes her head.
"Nope. Sorry, I'm making up for all the hugs you didn't give me this week."
I wrap my arms around her, and squeeze hard. She gasps.
"Okay, I think that's enough now."
I laugh, and let her go. She bounces up and down on my bed, her reddish-brown waves flying everywhere.
"I'm so glad you're back!"
I grin, and pull the covers off me.
"Yeah I figured."
She stops bouncing suddenly, and starts repeatedly slapping my shoulder; a sign that she just thought of something.
"Ooh! Ooh! I have something to tell you!"
I grab her hand, to keep her from smacking me again.
"What is it?"
She smiles, and blushes ever so slightly.
"Irvin asked me out on a date."
I raise my eyebrows.
"No way! Did you say yes?"
She nods quickly.
"We had lunch a couple of days ago."
I get out of bed, and search through my drawers for some clothes.
"Did you have fun?"
She is still sitting on the bed, and she wiggles around excitedly.
"Yes, I had tons of fun. He's really nice, and funny, and silly, and he's not afraid to give his opinion."
I chuckle as I pull out a pair of jean shorts and a blue shirt.
"Sounds like a real catch."
She giggles, and covers her face with her hands.
"Oh stop it. Don't tease me, he really is great."
I pull off the sweatshirt I had worn when I got home, and I am about to pull on my shirt, when Annie gasps, and jumps off the bed.
"Finnick what happened?"
Uh oh, she only uses my full name when she's scared or angry.
"I uh...It's nothing."
She reaches her hand forward to touch my arm, the only thing I can think of is the women in the capitol, and I automatically cringe away from her.
Concern shows deeply on her face, and she slowly pulls her hand back.
"What happened?"
She says it barely in a whisper.
I pull the shirt quickly over my head, and shrug.
"Nothing."
She gestures to my arms.
"This isn't nothing. This is definitely something, and I want to know what happened!"
She makes a small sobbing sound, and covers her mouth with her hand.
"Annie..."
I almost reach forward to comfort her, but the thought of physical contact still makes me shiver.
"The truth is, at the TV interview, they wanted to take pictures with one of their mutt pets, I think it's called a ferbie. They're actually terrifying; small fluffy things with big eyes and ears. Anyway, the thing didn't like me very much, and went haywire. Sort of clawed me."
She frowns, dropping her hand.
"What?"
I smile.
"Yeah I know, weird right?"
She blinks several time, disbelief showing on her face.
"They keep mutts as pets?"
I shrug.
"I think they make some mutts to be pets, but the ferbie thing was just as scary as any other mutt I've seen."
She giggles.
"Alright, now I'm going to have to see one of those things."
I laugh.
"I'll try to get you a picture. Or I could just buy you one."
She shakes her head quickly.
"No thanks, I'd rather just see a picture."
"Alright, will do."
We stand silent for a minute, then she sighs,
"I have to go..."
She shuffles for a minute.
"I'll see you later?"
She shrugs.
"I guess. I have to get to school, so maybe I'll see you tonight?"
I nod.
"Yeah, I'll see you later than."
She takes a step forward, and I think she's going to hug me, but when she sees my hesitation, she waves.
"Bye Finn."
I wave.
"Bye."
She leaves, and I'm left feeling terrible. Why did I pull away from her? Why didn't I let her touch me? I can't tell her the truth, but sooner or later she's going to find out if I keep acting strange. I have to act like everything is normal for her sake.
I sigh, and change into my jeans, then I decide to go down to the beach.

Life With Annie, chapter 22

We walk on the beach for a long time, just talking.
She tells me that a boy in her class is starting to act interested in her.
"Ooh! Is he cute?"
She laughs, and pushes me playfully.
"Don't say that, it sounds wierd coming from you...he's okay looking I guess."
I grin, and poke her shoulder.
"Well, do you like him?"
She gets a weird little look in her eyes, and an embarrassed smile hovers on her lips.
"I don't know...I've never really thought about it before. I am only fourteen you know."
I shrug.
"Yeah I know, but if you like each other, maybe you should hang out with him."
She shrugs again,
"I don't know, maybe I will...you should get a girlfriend Finn!"
I wrinkle my nose, trying not to think about what I will have to do in the capitol.
"I might sometime. What's his name?"
She hesitates a minute before answering.
"Irvin Glendower. He's in school with me."
I nod,
"So he's the same age as you?"
She nods, and we walk in silence for a minute.
"Why have you never had a girlfriend Finn?"
I think about this for a while, why haven't I ever had a girlfriend? I'm old enough, and I'm sure I would have an endless list of possibilities.
"I guess it's just because I feel like a relationship should mean something, and I haven't found someone who means that to me yet."
She smiles,
"Alright then. It's getting kind of late, we should head back..."
I walk so I bump shoulders with her.
"Do you want to go back?"
She lets out a sigh, and kicks the sand.
"No. I just want to stay on the beach forever."
I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.
"I know what you mean. Everything seems perfect near the water doesn't it?"
She groans.
"Yes! I never want to leave!"
I laugh, and grab her hand.
"Come on, between the two of us we could stay here forever."
I pull her back towards town, and we don't reach the populated area of the district until it's almost dark.
When we reach her house I give her a hug.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you later!"
The walk home seems longer than usual, and lonely.
I finally reach my house, and I'm about to walk in, when I notice a piece of paper pinned to the door.
I pull it off, and unfold it.
Mr. Odair,
your services are needed in the capitol,
please board the morning train that will be leaving at 9:00 sharp.
You will be acquired to stay a week, and do whatever is requested of you.
All clothing and accommodations will be provided.
Thank you for your coöperation.
No. Tomorrow morning? That soon...
I can't believe this is happening. The only thing I can do, is go through with it, and keep Annie alive by doing so.
I don't want to think anymore, so I just walk upstairs, and crawl in bed. Pushing all thoughts from my mind.
In the morning, I wake up way to early.
I sigh heavily, and decide to tell Bruce goodbye before I leave.
I knock on his door, and in a couple of minutes, a shirtless, bedraggled Bruce answers the door.
"Finnick?"
I shuffle awkwardly.
"Um...Hey,"
He rubs his eyes sleepily.
"What can I do for you?"
I scratch my head nervously, my voice catching as I answer.
"I got a...summons from the capitol."
He seems to wake up more, sighing.
"When do they want you?"
I glance at my watch.
"My train leaves in a couple of hours."
He frowns,
"That soon?"
I nod wordlessly.
"Would you like some coffee?"
I nod again, and he lets me inside.
"I actually think alcohol would be more welcomed, concerning the circumstances."
Bruce chuckles,
"Yeah, no."
I laugh.
He's right. Alcohol would not be the best thing, I would probably get drunk...although, then I wouldn't have to face my 'appointment'.
I shake my head, no more drinking. Whatever I have to face, I'm going to face it sober.
"Here."
Bruce hands me a large mug of coffee,
"Thanks."
I breathe in the strong aroma, before taking a large drink.
"How are you holding up?"
I shrug.
"Have you ever...been with a girl before?"
I shake my head.
"Nope."
He raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"You've never had a girlfriend?"
I shake my head again.
"What am I going to do Bruce?"
He shakes his head.
"I don't know, you're just going to have to find some way to get through it. Does Mags know?"
"No, I haven't told her."
"Do you want me to tell her while you're gone?"
I nod slowly.
"I told Annie that I had a television interview, and I would probably be gone for a couple of days..."
"I'll tell her you'll be gone for a week."
"Thanks Bruce..."
We sit silent for a minute, then he rubs his forehead.
"Everything I did to keep you safe...everything I did to protect you from the capitol...He still managed to get to you."
I sigh.
"Well thank you anyway. You're the closest thing I have to family."
He laughs.
"I'm only thirty-four, barely old enough to be your father."
I grin.
"Well maybe more like a big brother."
He shakes his head chuckling.
"Alright. Do you need me to do anything for you?"
I take a deep breath.
"Wish me luck."
He nods, and we sit in silence until I have to go.
"Do you want me to walk you to the train station?"
I shake my head.
"I'll see you when you get back."
I nod, and walk slowly to the train station.
"Mr. Odair?"
A tall attendant asks. I nod, and he holds the door open for me.
"Enjoy your trip."
I walk trance like into the train, and stand by the large window as it pulls away from the station, watching district four vanish in the distance.
I wander around the train for a while. It feels so wierd being here alone, no Mags, no Bruce, I even miss Tiffy.
I sit on a couch, staring out the window until an attendant walks up.
"Mr. Odair?"
I look up slowly,
"Dinner is being served."
I nod, and walk into the dining car. It's very odd, sitting all alone at the table, eating the richest of food.
I'm told we won't arrive at the capitol until evening.
"You can do what you please until we arrive."
I decide to just sit on the couch, and stare out the window.
We arrive much to soon, and I'm told there's a car waiting for me.
It takes me to a gigantic hotel, and the lady at the front desk hands me a key.
"Enjoy your stay!"
She chirps.
I give her a small smile,
"Thanks."
I have the luxury suite on the top floor, and it fits its name.
Everything is either sparkling, or plush.
Satin curtains hang on the windows, cushy couches and chairs are placed around the sitting room, and my feet sink several inches into the rich velvet carpet.
There's a bar in one corner, and large double doors lead to the bedroom.
The bed has to be at least fifteen feet across, and ten feet long.
A door on the left side of the room, leads to a huge bathroom.
I don't have long to explore, an attendant knocks on my door.
"Message for you."
He says curtly. I thank him, and take the small white envelope.
Your first appointment will be with: Pippy Withale,
she is the head gamemakers daughter,
and today is her birthday, her father is surprising her with
an evening with Finnick Odair.
You will have dinner at the "Purple Cafe" in half an hour.
A car will come to pick you up, in a few minutes.
Make yourself presentable, and don't forget to turn on the charm.
Have a nice evening.
I decide to look around for something to wear.
I go back into the bedroom, and find a closet. Inside I find a wide array of suits, I pick a dark green one, that accents my eyes.
I decide to go with my classic look of having my shirt open at the top.
My fingers automatically trace the thin gold chain and small trident around my neck. My district token from Annie, I kept my promise to her, and I haven't taken it off since she gave it to me before my games.
I think of her as I tie my shoes, and straighten my jacket.
Taking a deep breath, I ride the elevator all the way down to the ground floor.
Outside, I can't miss the stretch limousine parked outside the hotel.
"Looks like this is my ride."
The driver holds the door open for me, and I slide in the backseat.
In a few moments we are on our way to Pippy Withale's house.
The inside of the limo is all red leather seats and dim lights.
There's a panel of buttons next to my seat, and I press a few experimentally. This results in the windows going up, then down, the lights turn different colors and flashing, and loud music to start playing.
"What are you doing back there?"
The driver asks, I didn't realize that the small window connecting the backseat to the front seat was open.
"Uh...I was just...never mind."
He shrugs, and rolls up the window.
I sit still for the rest of the ride, glancing nervously out the tinted windows.
I feel the car roll to a stop, and after a minute, my door opens.
"We're here."
I step out of the car, and run my fingers through my hair.
Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the large, odd house in front of me.
I'm not sure what to do, so I knock on the door.
A large man with snakes tattooed all over his arms answers the door.
I give a half smile.
"um...I'm here for Pippy?"
He claps his hands, then looks behind him quickly.
"Shhh! It's a surprise, she doesn't know yet! Go in the limo quick! I'm going to tell her that the limo is going to take her to her birthday dinner!"
He gives me a gentle push.
"Go! Go! Go!"
I turn around slowly, and walk back down to the limo. I jump in, and close the door shut behind me.
After a minute or two, I hear the door to the house open, and several voices. I shift so that I am lounging on the back seat, looking casual, and hopefully like the capitol Finnick. I'm a bit out of practice.
"What is it dada!"
"Just follow me pumpkin!"
"Oooh! I'm dying to know what the surprise is!"
"All right, look in the limo!"
The door opens, and I see the aqua hair and violet eyes of Pippy.
"Happy Birthday Pippy."
I purr, she lets out a squeal that I'm surprised doesn't break the windows.
"Oh! Dada! It's the best present ever!"
She hugs him, and jumps up and down.
"You arranged for me to meet Finnick Odair!"
He laughs.
"Not just meet him, you get a night with Finnick Odair."
She squeals again.
"Thank you sooooo much!"
I hear her kiss him on the cheek, then she's jumping into the seat next to me.
"Surprise."
I say in a low voice. Maybe I'm not so out of practice after all.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sitting in a limo with Finnick Odair!"
She waves her hands in the air, and shakes her head back and forth.
"Um...why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
She turns to me, and giggles.
"Today is my seventeenth birthday! And I am you biggest fan! I dyed my hair the color of the tie you wore to the capitol on your victory tour, and I had my eyes changed to the color of the shirt you wore in my favorite picture of you in weekly gush! Do you like my dress? It's the exact color of your eyes, I had it specially made to look like the ocean."
She stops to take a breath, and I answer her before she can start babbling again.
"Well happy birthday! I absolutely adore your hair and eyes, and you dress is gorgeous, although not as pretty as the girl wearing it."
She giggles, and bats her eyelashes flirtatious at me.
We arrive at the restaurant in a few minutes, and apparently I made a reservation.
We have a private little table in the corner, and the entire meal Pippy is pushing around my feet with hers.
She gushes on and on about me, and the capitol, and me, and the newest fashion, and me. By the end of the meal, I'm sick of myself.
After the meal, we get back in the limo, and the driver seems to know where to go.
Pippy slides closer to me on the seat, leaning close she giggles.
"All the girls are going to be so jealous!"
I grin, pretending that wasn't the tenth time she's said that.
"So..."
She says slowly, running a hot pink painted fingernail up my arm.
"What should we do for the rest of the night?"
I give her what Tiffy would call my 'seductive smirk'
"What do you want to do?"
She smiles, and leans even closer.
"Playing hard to get? That won't work because I've got you the all night."
She slides forward and kisses me.
My first instinct is to pull away, but I know what I'm here for. I know I have to do it, or they'll kill Annie.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and slide her closer to me.
I can feel her hands slide up my chest, and I can feel her fingertips tracing my necklace.
The car stops, and we break apart.
"Looks like we're here."
I say with a grin.
I slide out of the limo, and help her out. I offer her my arm, and she slides hers in quickly, wrapping her hand around my bicep.
"You're so muscular!"
She squeals, and I inwardly sigh, dreading the long week ahead of me

Life With Annie, chapter 21

stretch my arms over my head, flexing to get the kinks out of my muscles.
I shift slightly on the large rock I am sitting on, looking down the cliff in front of me, all the way down to the water.
Feeling the breeze rush through my tousled hair, I close my eyes and breath in the salty air.
It's been a little over a year since the victory tour, and the sixty-seventh annual hunger games will be starting soon. I am now sixteen, and this year will be the first that I will be mentoring.
I sigh, I don't want to mentor, it's been hard enough without having to watch kids from my district that I have tried to prepare die in the games. Nothing can prepare someone for the arena, no matter how well-trained you are, you're going to leave scarred, one way or another.
I stand up on the rock face, and look down into the water.
I never used to come here. The people in district four call it "Calypso's cliff"
Legend goes that Calypso, the goddess of the sea would claim the souls of whoever happened to fall from this spot.
This of course is just a scary story to keep children from going near the dangerous cliffs.
I used to stay away from it like the rest of the children, but lately it has been my safe haven from...everything.
Nobody ever comes here, so it's a place where I can get away to be alone, and think.
The water below me is calm, barely rippling in the breeze.
I take a couple of steps back, taking a deep breath, I run forward and dive off the cliff.
Falling, it's the only thing besides swimming that makes you feel like you can bend reality.
For the few short moments that I am air born, I feel like I am flying. Then I hit the water, cutting through it in a clean dive.
Then I'm in the water, somersaulting and spinning through the smooth cool water.
I shoot up, and break the surface, flicking the wet hair out of my eyes.
Then taking another deep breath, I dive back under.
There's a coral reef here, one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen.
I don't think anyone knows about it except for me, and I want to keep it that way.
I swim around the bright coral of all shape, sizes and colors. Schools of little fish swim past me, and I spot several starfish and sea horses.
I can hold my breath for a while, longer then most, which allows me to search the reef in detail.
I decide to go a little farther down, and come up for another deep breath, before plunging back into the still water.
I swim straight down, sliding through the water with ease. Soon I am at the bottom of the reef, and I swim along the edge for a while.
Suddenly I spot a large clam shell, balancing on the edge of the reef. I swim forward, and grab it. Then I kick off the reef and swim back to the surface.
Taking deep breaths, I swim around the small cove, created by the cliff, to a shallow section where I can climb out.
I sit on the hill leading up to the cliff, and inspect my clam shell.
It's about the size of my hand, ivory colored with a slight blue tint.
I pull out the knife Bruce gave me that day in the bar, I've never let it leave my side since he gave it to me, and whenever I go swimming I keep it strapped on my calf.
I use it to pry open the clam, and I gasp in surprise.
Inside is a perfect pearl, light pink, and slightly bigger than a marble.
I take it out, and hold it in my palm.
"I know exactly what to do with you."
I say to it with a smile, then I hop up, and start the walk back to town.
About an hour later, I can see the town.
The poorer people of the district, live on the outskirts of town, and the fishermen live even farther out, near the docks.
I stop behind an abandoned fishing shack, leaning against the weathered wood, I wait for several minutes.
I hate going in to town, I can't walk ten feet without being mobbed by my "fans" who either want to kiss, or kill me.
Both terrify me.
I groan as I realize what I'm wearing.
Since I was swimming, I am shirtless and have on only a pair of swim trunks. Not good.
I take a deep breath, and decide to just walk as fast as I can straight to my house.
Unfortunately that's all the way in victors village, across the town.
It will take me nearly an hour to get there, and I don't feel up to taking the back ways.
I brace myself, and begin to walk down the street.
After ten minutes, I begin to relax slightly, what few people who I've passed on the street, have ignored me.
The majority of the district's population leaves me alone. At least some people understand that my life is hard enough without being bothered by a bunch of inconsiderate people.
I slow my pace slightly, feeling the hot ground underneath my bare feet.
I take a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. Just then I freeze, as I hear a collective gasp behind me.
I wince as I hear the all too familiar squeal of teenage girls.
I slowly turn around, and moan.
Why did I have to go home the same time the girls swim team ended practice?
At least fifteen girls from the ages of twelve to seventeen, are standing behind me.
It takes about three seconds for them to confirm that I am who they think I am.
"Oh my gosh! It's Finnick Odair!"
They all scream, and I turn and run for my life.
I run as fast as I can through the streets, the girls hot on my heels, I know once I make it to my house, I can barricade myself in and lock the door.
I still have a mile or so to run, and hopefully I will lose them by then.
No such luck.
I underestimated the stamina of a fan girl. They are still hot on my heels when I reach victors village. I run past Mags and Bruce's house.
Unfortunately I didn't notice the slight step in the pavement, and I trip falling head over heels onto the sidewalk.
Instantly I am jumped on by the girls, unable to get up I struggle helplessly against the overwhelming odds.
"BRUCE!"
I scream at the top of my lungs.
"BRUCE!"
I hear a door open above the shouting girls, and within a few seconds, strong hands are yanking me out of the center of the girls.
I see Bruce, for a split second, then he pushes me behind him.
"Leave him alone you bunch of skanks!"
The girls cry in protest, but Bruce gives a few rough pushes back towards town.
"I said get lost!"
They hurl some nasty comments, and turn to go.
Bruce turns back to me, grabs my chin and tilts my head to the side.
"Jeesh. You'd best come inside and let me clean that up."
I follow him into his house, and he tells me to wait in the living room. He shows up a minute later with a first aid kit.
I wince as he wipes the side of my face with a damp cloth.
"Ouch! Do you mind?"
He smacks my hand away, and continues to wipe my face.
"Stop whining you big baby, I have to clean this cut."
I frown.
"A cut?"
He puts down the cloth, and picks up a bandage.
"Yeah, you must have split open your skull when you hit the sidewalk, you also have some bruises."
I wince as he wraps a bandage tightly around my forehead.
"Those bruises will have to heal up on their own. Well that's the best I can do for you."
I stand up.
"Thanks."
Bruce stands up, I notice that I'm taller than him now. He squints at me for a minute, then starts chuckling.
"What?"
He pats me on the shoulder.
"Nothing, it's just with that bandage around your forehead you look even more dashing."
I shove him, and he starts laughing.
"It's not funny."
He grins.
"Yes it is, come on, you should go get into some dry clothes."
I thank him, then hurry over to my house.
I freeze when I see a shiny black car parked in front of my house, I stand for a minute, trying to figure out who that could be.
There's no one outside, and as far as I can tell through the tinted windows, there's no one in the car.
I walk slowly up to my house, and open the door.
There is a peacekeeper in my living room, and an official looking man wearing a suit.
"Finnick Odair?"
The suit asks formally.
"Um, yeah."
He ushers me into the room.
"This way please."
Normally I would be asking questions but there's something about this that makes me uneasy, so I just follow the man upstairs and into a small sitting room.
He closes the door behind me, and I'm left alone. Or so I think.
"Good afternoon Mr. Odair."
My blood chills at the voice, and I turn to see him sitting in one of the armchairs.
"President Snow."
I say shocked. He is wearing a spotless white suit, with a lovely blood-red rose tucked in the pocket.
He smiles, and the room fills with the overpowering scent of roses and blood.
"Why don't you have a seat? Then we can talk more comfortably."
I nod, and slowly take the seat across from him. He puts his fingertips together, and watches me for a minute.
"Well, you certainly have grown up."
I shift uncomfortably, there's that look in his eyes, the same one he had at the crowning ceremony. Like he's planning something, like he knows something.
"Thank you."
Is all I manage to mutter. Another awkward silence.
"Excuse the personal question but, are you currently dating anyone?"
I blink in surprise.
"Um...no."
He raises his eyebrows,
"So there's no special person in your life right now?"
I shake my head, and I see a flicker of something in his eyes. Triumph? Joy? Satisfaction?
"I see..."
He says, hissing the last word. I resist the urge to shiver.
"Well, the reason I came to visit you, is I have a little favor to ask."
I'm really nervous now, the president wants a favor from me? What could he possibly want?
"Yes?"
I say, trying to keep my voice steady, indifferent.
"Well, you have attracted a lot of attention in the capitol, and I have some friends that are...interested in you."
I swallow, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.
"Interested?"
He nods slowly.
"Very interested. They would like to become...aquianted with you. All you have to do, is come to the capitol when you are called, and do what they ask."
I know he can see the panic on my face, the terror in my eyes.
"You will be rewarded for your...services."
Is he asking what I think he's asking? He wants to sell me? Give me to some rich person in the capitol to do whatever they want?
"You want me to become a prostitute?"
He shakes his head.
"No, no...let's not use that unseemly word. You will be a...significant other, to whoever can meet the terms."
Yeah, a toy for the rich.
"You would get to visit the capitol many times, be given the richest of food and service, you will be treated like a king."
I shake my head, standing up.
"No. Absolutely not. I will not become some playboy for your rich friends!"
I turn, and my hand is on the doorknob when he replies with a dismissive air.
"How's Annie doing these days?"
My heart stops, and every muscle turns rigid.
"She's doing fine."
I say just above a whisper.
"Good, wouldn't want her to have any...problems."
I turn slowly back around, my eyes hard as stone. My voice is like ice.
"Don't you dare touch her."
He raises both hands.
"I won't lay a finger on her...providing you coöperate."
I shake my head, and he stands up, walking past me, he opens the door.
I hear him pause.
"Tell her I said hello."
I hear him take several steps.
"Wait."
I close my eyes tightly, clenching both fists, then I turn around.
"Fine. I'll do whatever you want, as long as you leave Annie out of this. You don't bother her at all, understood?"
He smiles, a cloud of blood and rose scent hovering around me.
"Of course. I'll see you soon."
He walks down the stairs, and I hear them leave in the car.
I don't know how long I stand there, completely numbed by what I've just agreed to.
Annie can't know, she would never let me do it.
I hear the front door open, and someone runs up the stairs.
"Finnick?"
I'm staring blankly at the floor, as Bruce walks up. He grabs my shoulders, and gives me a gentle shake.
"What happened? I saw the president leaving your house. What did he want?"
I look up slowly, and tears slowly fall from my eyes.
"I had to...he was going to hurt Annie...I had no choice."
He shakes me hard.
"What did he make you agree to?"
I push his hands off of me, and step away from him.
"He wants me to be a love slave to the capitol!"
Bruce closes his eyes, and drops his head.
"Can he even do that? Oh never mind, he's the president!"
Bruce sighs, and lifts his head.
"That little..."
He utters a few curse words, then runs his fingers through his hair.
"I thought you had a couple of years left at least, your mature looks deceive you."
I frown,
"What do you mean?"
He shrugs.
"Since you look older than you are, they're starting you off early."
I stare in shock at him.
"You mean they do this to the other victors?"
He nods slowly.
"They couldn't with me, didn't have anything to use against me."
I shake my head slowly.
"What am I going to do? He threatened Annie if I didn't do what he said."
Bruce shrugs.
"There's nothing you can do. Unless you suddenly stopped caring about Annie, he will always have something against you."
I shake my head again.
"That's never going to happen...so I guess I'm stuck huh?'
He nods.
"Unfortunately yes. The only thing you can do, is go through with it, and remember that you're saving Annie's life by doing so."
I take a deep breath.
"I'm going to go see her if that's okay."
He nods again.
"She can't know."
I nod, and he leaves.
I wait several more minutes, then get dressed in cut off jean shorts, and a white T-shirt.
I head over to Annie's house, and take a deep breath before knocking on the door.
As usual, Annie answers the door.
She smiles her bright cheerful smile.
"Hey Finn!"
I return her smile, forgetting my problems when I'm around her.
"Hey Annie."
She covers her mouth with her hands and giggles.
"Oh please Annie, not again."
She continues giggling.
"Sorry Finn...I just can't help it."
I sigh. Ever since my voice dropped, several weeks ago, Annie can't talk to me without giggling.
"Come on! It's been over a month, you better get used to it because it's not changing back."
She gets her giggles under control, and crosses her arms.
"You're right, sorry. I guess I should get used to your 'man' voice."
She starts giggling again, and I glare at her.
"Well at least I'm not turning into a woman!"
She scowls at me, and it's my turn to laugh.
She's been in denial about growing up, but like it or not, she's becoming a young woman.
"That's not funny Finn."
I grin.
"Fine, I won't tease you, if you don't tease me."
She holds out her hand.
"Deal."
I shake her hand, and she hops down the steps.
"So, what are you here for anyway?"
I shrug.
"Just dropping by. Did you want to hang out?"
She pretends to contemplate this for a while, then smiles.
"Sure, why not?"
I laugh, and we run to the beach.
When we get there, we dash down to the shallows, and splash water at each other for a little while. Then we start walking up the beach like we've done so many countless times.
"Annie?"
"Hmm?"
"I might have to leave for a little while."
She frowns,
"Where?"
I hesitate before answering.
"The capitol."
She stops, and turns to me.
"The capitol? I thought we both agreed we hated the capitol?"
I shrug,
"I don't know, you seemed to enjoy yourself on the victory tour."
She crosses her arms.
"Well I did. But only because you were there, I would never want to go back. Everything is too fake."
"I won't be gone long, probably only a few days."
She thinks for a minute, then looks me in the eye.
"What for?"
I can't keep her gaze, and I drop my eyes as I answer.
"Some TV interview I think. Like I said, it shouldn't take more than a few days."
She gives me a long look, then turns and starts walking up the beach, calling over her shoulder.
"Well hurry back, I don't want you going all capitol on me."

Life With Annie, chapter 20

In the middle of the night, I am woken up by Annie.
She has tears running down her cheeks, and is sobbing quietly.
"Annie what's wrong?"
I ask sitting up.
She twists the blanket in her hands, as she answers.
"I...had a...nightmare...I didn't want to wake you...but it was just so awful...I didn't want to be alone."
She covers her face with her hands, and starts sobbing harder. I slide closer to her, and wrap my arms around her.
"It's okay, I'm here."
She curls up as close as she can to me, and rests her head on my chest. I can feel her tears running down my stomach.
I hold her tightly, resting my cheek on her head. I run my hand over her hair soothingly.
"Shhh. I won't let anything happen to you."
I ease into a laying position, pulling the covers over her.
Her shoulders slowly stop shaking, and her breathing returns to normal.
"Don't let me go."
I close my eyes as I answer in a whisper.
"Never."
She falls back asleep, safe in my arms.
I lay awake for a while, listening to her silent breathing. I whisper gently.
"I will always protect you, and I will always be there for you."
Then I fall asleep.
In the morning, I wake up to find that Annie has already left. I lay in bed for a little while, today we will be back in district four, and we'll be having dinner at the mayors house.
I get up reluctantly, and stretch. Dressing quickly in jeans and a teal shirt, I walk out into the dining car.
Bruce is the only one up, drinking a large mug of coffee.
"Morning Bruce."
He nods.
"Morning Finnick. Sleep well?"
I shrug.
"I slept fine."
He raises an eyebrow and sets his mug down.
"Annie?"
I nod.
"She has nightmares?"
I nod again.
"What about?"
I shrug.
"She doesn't talk about them, I know I wouldn't."
Bruce sets his mug on the table, and leans back in his chair.
"Young girl like her shouldn't be having nightmares."
I order some coffee.
"Her mind is fragile, after her brother died, she sort of lost it."
Bruce looks surprised.
"What snapped her out of it?"
"Me, I was able to bring her back to reality. But now I think she has nightmares about the games."
Bruce frowns.
"The games?"
I nod.
"My games I think. Robbert died after I went off to the games, and I think the combined stress of it all pushed her over the edge. Who knows what her mind tortured her with during then."
Bruce thinks for a moment.
"It sounds like an extreme case of shock syndrome. The same thing as the attack you had after the games. One of the only ways I could snap you out of that was to remind you of Annie. It seems that you two are each others strength, you keep Annie strong, and she keeps you strong."
I sigh, and drink some of my coffee.
"I just wish there was some way I could keep her from having nightmares."
Bruce shrugs.
"Well, there is no way. The important thing is to be there when she needs you."
"Don't worry, I will be."
He nods.
"I don't doubt it, I would always have been there when she needed me."
I sit silently. He's talking about my mother.
"Good morning you two. Sleep well?"
Mags asks as she enters the dining car. We both respond, and order breakfast.
In a minute we are joined by Tiffy and Annie.
Tiffy loudly exclaims that she thinks the victory tour went excellent. Annie remains silent, taking her seat next to me quietly.
I slowly catch hold of her hand under the table, and she wraps her fingers around mine tightly.
"You okay?"
I whisper barely audible. She gives the slightest nod of her head.
Bruce is watching us closely, and now I know why, he's watching out for us. I give him a slight nod, and Annie smiles. He relaxes, and we all begin eating a large breakfast of waffles with fresh fruit and whipped cream.
Annie relaxes and cheers up during the meal, talking and laughing with the rest of us. I'm glad to see she's feeling better.
"We should arrive in district four fairly early, so you can go do whatever you like until four-thirty, then report to the hotel, there you will be prepped and ready to go!"
Tiffy informs all of us.
Not long after breakfast, our train comes to a stop at the station.
"Prepare for some vultures."
Bruce mutters to Annie and I, Mags explains.
"He means reporters."
Annie giggles, and I grin as Bruce replies.
"What's the difference?"
Sure enough there are several camera crews asking questions when we step onto the station.
"Finnick! How was the victory tour?"
"What did you think of the other districts?"
"Did you see anything new?"
"I had a wonderful time, all the districts were unique and I saw lots of new things."
I answer quickly, then I grab Annie's hand, and push through them. Bruce and Mags follow, and we all board the large car that will take us to the district.
"Bruce and I will see you two tonight."
Mags says as we are dropped off in victors village.
"See you tonight then."
They wave and walk to their houses.
"So, how about we go say hello to your mother?"
Annie smiles brightly.
"Oh yes please! I've missed her a lot."
"I'll race you!"
We take off running, and within a couple of minutes we reach the Cresta's house.
Annie bursts through the front door, and I'm close on her heels.
"What...?"
Annie stops short, and I run into her, almost knocking her over.
The living room is covered in streamers, and there is a big "welcome home" banner. The house smells incredible, and Mrs. Cresta appears in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Oh dear, it was supposed to be a surprise."
Annie runs up and hugs her mother tightly.
"Well I was surprised. I missed you!"
Mrs. Cresta laughs,
"I missed you too. Come here Finnick! I missed you as well."
I grin and walk over, she grabs me in a tight hug.
"Thank you for looking after my little girl."
She whispers quietly in my ear. Then she releases me and turns back to Annie.
"Well, since you've already ruined the surprise, I suppose there's no harm in telling you I'm baking your favorite dessert."
Annie claps her hands excitedly.
"Ooh! Ginger snaps?"
She nods, and taps Annie's nose.
"Yes. Now you and Finnick go off and do something till lunch time."
She pushes us out the door, telling us to go have fun.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
I ask poking her. She pokes me back.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
I laugh, when we were little we could carry on like this for hours.
"How about we go talk to all the popular girls about the glory! Of the capitol?"
She wrinkles her nose, and shoves me.
"Yeah, you go do that. I'm going to the beach!"
She takes off at a run, and I shout after her as I follow.
"Wait! Don't leave me with all those girls by my self!"
She slows down to a walk and lets me catch up.
"Aw come on, big strong guy like you. Can't handle a few girls?"
I shake my head, shuddering.
"They terrify me. I'll just tag along with you."
She smiles,
"Suit yourself."
We walk on the beach, and play in the shallows until lunchtime, then we go back to Annie's house for a wonderful lunch Mrs. Cresta prepared. We stayed until four-thirty telling her all about the tour.
We arrived a little late at the hotel, and got a sound scolding from Tiffy, then we were quickly prepped and dressed, and sent on our way.
Dinner at the mayors house went uneventfully, and soon we were on our way home.
Annie and I decided to walk, explaining that we hadn't got enough exersize on the train.
I walked her to her house.
"Goodnight Annie."
"Night Finn. See you tomorrow?"
I nod,
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
She closes the door as I turn and start to walk to my house.
It's going to be weird without her there tonight. I hope she doesn't have any nightmares.
I crawl into bed exhausted, and am almost instantly asleep.

There's Nothing More Important than Family, final chapter!

During the sponsor banquet, I don’t say anything. I vaguely remember shaking a few hands before Sean and Olivia lead me to the train.
It’s a long ride home. I sit on the couch and stare out the window as Olivia leans on my shoulder. Sean cleans his fingernails with a knife. Palana prances around, trying to distract us and get us talking.
“I won’t see you all for three months!” she cries. “Don’t you have anything to say?” Eventually, she gives up and starts reading a magazine.
Olivia sleeps in my room again. Her head rests on my shoulder, and it reminds me of when Zania and I slept in this very room. My eyes sting and I try to sleep regardless.
Moray brings me to a deserted room around noon. He dresses me in a simple t-shirt and jeans. This is what I am to wear when I get to District 9. The entire district will be gathered outside the Justice Building, waiting for me. My family will be sitting in seats of honor. I will be awarded my house in Victors’ Village, next to Sean’s and Olivia’s. Then Moray and Palana will be sent home.
The train comes to a start, and I get my game face on. I have to crack a grin at least once. We get ready by the door, and Olivia loops her arm around mine while Sean guides me with a hand on my shoulder. We walk out on to the platform, ignoring the stupid cameras and Capitol reporters.
Peacekeepers usher us into the back entrance of the Justice Building. They show us the way through the maze of corridors. Through the window in front, I see a crowd of familiar faces. My parents are sitting on the stage with my siblings sitting around them. It’s refreshing to see them all again, but I feel hollow, because there’s one person missing.
“Time to shine.” Sean whispers grimly. I open the doors, and step out.
The crowd is screaming. I smile, and it’s genuine; I can’t help it. I wave at people I know; my friends from school, the merchants and the neighbors. The mayor recites a speech, but I can’t hear her over the cries of my district. She gives me the deed to one of the houses in Victors’ Village, and my family and I are escorted there by Peacekeepers.
Now I’m really back home.

My mother embraces me, petting my head hysterically. Louisia is holding back tears as she smiles at me and holds my hand. David stands awkwardly to the side. Dad is holding Katie, as still as a statue while Alex runs around, evidently pretending to be an airplane.

“Hey Nate!” he cries exuberantly. “Where’s Zanie? Momma told me she went to a better place! Where’s that? The Capitol?” He bombards me with questions, but my heart falls at the first one.

“We wanted to wait until you got back for the funeral.” My mother whispers. “We thought you’d want to be there.” I nod somberly. Suddenly, I am stuck in a group hug. Everyone joins in, including my dad. We’re all crying, even Katie, although it’s obvious she has no idea what’s going on. We cry in our new home, until we can’t any longer.

Two Days Later

I look at Zania lying in the coffin. She is starting to decompose, after nearly a week, so I don’t stand too close. Kelly’s ‘art’ is still visible. I’m certain I’ll never be able to hear the words ‘Your move’ again without having a breakdown.
The ceremony is executed by an elderly man from the richer part of town. He says a few parting words, and then closes the coffin. I have no idea where they’re taking her now; I just know that she is to be cremated. My token will burn around her fragile wrist.
Alex tugs on my leg, and I pick him up carefully. His pudgy face is dirty and wet. Yesterday, mom and Louisia explained where Zania had really gone, and how she’ll never come back. He wasn’t taking it to well.
The elder dismisses me, since I choose not to watch the cremation, and I run home. After I lock the door behind me, I leap up the stairs, and barricade myself in the biggest room.
I’d transformed this room into ‘Zania’s room.’
Dad helped me move all her belongings from our old house, and we put them in here. Louisia arranged it like her old room. In a glass case directly below the window sits her token. I sit down beside the case and begin to cry.

One Year Later

I hear a knock at my door. Swiftly, I run down the staircase, and open the door. Olivia smiles at me and I kiss her on the cheek. It had been a while since we’d started going out. She was perfect for me; she knew exactly what I was going through.

“Be back before nine!” My mother calls, but Olivia walks in, and hangs her coat on the rack. “Oh!” Mom cries when she gets to the door. “You guys are staying here tonight?”

“Yes.” I answer. “Olivia wanted to play with Katie.” My mom nods sadly as we walk into the sitting room. My father is sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. I can tell it’s alcohol by the smell. It doesn’t surprise me; ever since I’d gotten back from the Victory Tour, dad had been irresponsive and he drinks a lot. Mom says he’s gone into shock.
Alex is playing with some toys I’d gotten him from the Capitol. Some days he asks where Zania is and why she isn’t playing with him. We try to explain to him, but he never listens. David tried playing with him instead once, and he threw a tantrum.
Finally, Olivia spots Katie and picks her up. Katie is nearly two years old now. She can walk and even talk a little bit. She’s grown so much; she looks exactly like Zania did at her age. Sometimes when I’m depressed, I look through old family photos. The resemblance in uncanny.
I spend as much time with Katie as I can. Sure, it makes me sad to think of Zania, but I know Katie is helping me heal. I’d never really been a part of Zania’s toddler years, and I am determined to be the best big brother ever for her look-alike. I hope to protect her like I tried to protect Zania, before the arena.

I must look sad, because Olivia takes my hand and squeezes gently. Her blue eyes stare deeply into mine. “I miss her too.” She whispers. I glance down at Katie, who is looking at me with a concerned expression, which looks odd on a two-year old. She then relaxes, and smiles. I know everything is going to get better.

There's Nothing More Important than Family, chapter 26

Sean wakes me gruffly the next morning. It looks like he’s had a long night. I feel guilty about stealing his bed, but before I can apologize, he raises a hand and stops me in my tracks. I walk into the dining room and start eating right away. I can’t resist the Capitol food; it’s the only good thing about the Capitol. Yeah, my mom’s a great cook, but there’s something about artificial flavoring that I really like.
Olivia is eating slowly. Her hair is pulled back messily and there are tears streaming down her face. She doesn’t make a sound. I realize this must be nearly as hard for her as it is for me. I remember watching her Games. There were five twelve-year-olds that year, and she watched all of them die. I knew she had a soft spot in her heart for Zania, especially since she was her mentor.
I comfortingly put my hand on her shoulder, and she looks up suddenly. Her tear-stained blue eyes look into mine. She looks hopelessly depressed and scared; her misery rivals mine. I know she can see the sadness in my eyes, too, even though I’m trying to hide it. Hastily, she pulls me into a bone-crushing embrace. She starts sobbing uncontrollably into on my shoulder, and I try to pat her back reassuringly. My tee-shirt is soaked, but I know Moray will have me change into something else anyway. Sean comes in, but when he sees Olivia crying, he subtly slides out of the room. Palana, clueless as ever, sits at the end of the table watching us curiously. I glare at her and she quickly looks away.
It takes Olivia a few minutes to calm down. When she sits back up, her eyes are res and puffy, and her face is soaked. Hoarsely, she whispers, “I’m sorry.” And continues to eat.

“It’s fine.” I tell her quietly. “I know how you feel.”

“Oh, I feel nowhere near how you feel. I wasn’t there!” She smiles a watery smile. “We’re here if you need us. Sean and I, I mean.”

“Thanks. And I’m here too. If you need help.” She nods slightly and eats.

I don’t do much until noon; I mostly just stare out the window and pat Olivia on the back when she starts to cry. Sean sits across from us, looking thoughtful, but he’s quieter than I am. After lunch, Moray takes me away to the auditorium the original interviews were at. My prep team gets to work, transforming me into a victor; not just some boy from District 9. They don’t make my hair sit flat today, but they spike it in a special way so it looks more orderly. I wear a gold flashy dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up. My pants today are black with a gold belt, and the shoes are brown. I look older; almost twenty-three, I suppose.

“Where are the others?” I ask Moray softly.

“Kerany is getting them ready.” He replies, just as quiet. “It’s tradition. The fallen tribute’s prep team prepares the mentors and escort.” I wince when he says the word ‘fallen’. He finishes adjusting my wardrobe, and then puts his hands on my shoulders firmly, so I have no choice but to look at him. “One more night.” He tells me. “Just keep a brave face for one more night. After this, you can hide away for six months.”

“What do you mean, six months?”

“You’ll have to come back for the Victory Tour.” He reminds me gently.
Ah, yes, the Victory Tour. How could have I forgotten? The Victor of the Hunger Games gets to parade around the districts, celebrating their big win. Basically, it’s a slap in the face to the districts, who have to act happy, and torture for the victor, who is trying their hardest to forget their Games. I am definitely not looking forward to meeting the family of the tributes I killed.
“Don’t worry about that now.” Moray tells me. “Just go out there, and be as charismatic as you were in your first interview.” I nod slightly, and take my place, waiting for my cue.

Caesar Flickerman is already out there, warming up the crowd and explaining who I am; as if they’ve forgotten. I grimace angrily, just hoping to get it out of the way. Instantly, I turn my face into the mask instead. “Please, welcome out Nathan Roberts, this year’s victor!” Caesar calls. I walk out, acting excited and happy, and the crowd goes wild. Caesar shakes my hand warmly and we sit down in the chairs provided. He smells weird, but I don’t know the smell. It’s nothing I’ve smelt before.
I look out into the crowd. On a platform near the stage is my team; Palana, Sean, Moray and the prep squad. I spot Olivia in the crowd near the stage. She isn’t on the platform, since she was Zania’s mentor, not mine. She smiles at me somberly and winks. I know she was trying to look happy, but the anguish in her eyes cannot be hidden.
Caesar beams at me genuinely. “Well, well, well. Nice to see you back here, Nathan!”

“Nice to be back!” I lie smoothly, trying to sound relieved.

“What an incredible ordeal you just went through. Who do you think was your biggest competition?”

The question catches me off guard, a little. Not that I wasn’t expecting it; it’s just that I wasn’t very focused. I consider for a moment. “Well, the obvious answer is Kelly, but I have to say it was myself. When Zania was still alive, I wasn’t planning on coming out alive. All I wanted to do was send her home. After she died, I couldn’t think straight or focus. It was hard just keeping myself alive.” It’s hard to talk about this on stage, but surprisingly, I don’t feel weepy. I feel depressed, of course, but It’s nice to finally get it off my chest. I see tears streaming down Olivia’s face. Whoops. I guess she wasn’t expecting that answer. 

Neither was Caesar. He stumbles with his words, which is definitely a first. “I-I-Well what a well thought out answer! Good for you!” he stutters. After he composes himself once more, he asks me, “I know this is a…personal question, but what was going through your head when you were Reaped?”

I sigh. I don’t want to answer, but I do anyway, “A lot of things. I was worried about what my family would do. I was scared because Z-Zania was so young.” I choke out my sister’s name, because I can feel my throat seizing up and I am dangerously close to crying. I breathe deeply and continue, “I was wondering what I would do and who my competition would be. And I was trying not to fall over when Zania was hanging off of me.” I finish quickly, my voice cracking.

“Ah, yes, we all remember that. You mentioned your family. What is it like at home? How do you get along with your siblings?”

“Louisia is the oldest.” I explain. “She’s five years older than I am. She’s quiet, so we don’t talk much. David is three years younger than me, and we fight a lot. Alex is six, so when I do spend time with him, all we do is play make-belief. And Katie is almost a year old; she doesn’t do much.”

“I see you skipped Zania.” Caesar pointed out.

I glare at him furiously. “So?” He is seriously pissing me off. I feel like a time bomb, about to explode.

He flinches at my icy tone, and moves on. “One interesting moment in the arena was when you built a fort by the Cornucopia. I can tell you, that in the Capitol, we were all amused. Can you tell us what was going through your head?”

My angry gaze doesn’t falter as I answer steadily. “I was bored and missing home. I’m glad that amused you so much.” I hear the crowd whisper in shock my cold words startle them. They’re used to the happy Nathan, the ‘smiley’ Nathan. This hostile Nathan has come out of nowhere. I know it completely ruins my ‘charismatic’ angle, but it’s taking all my self control not to attack the man before me; a positive attitude is definitely not happening.

Caesar nervously adjusts his pea-green tie and I see beads of sweat on his forehead. “Okay, I guess it’s time to present you with your crown!” The crowd goes wild, and I raise my eyebrow. Usually they do this before the interview; right after the recap. I stand up reluctantly. President Snow waltzes on stage, with a crown on a pillow. A Capitol attendant takes the pillow as he faces me.

“I’m so sorry about what happened to your sister.” He whispers as he places the crown on my head. He’s smirking. He feels no remorse. I almost lunge at his throat.

Caesar says my name one last time, and the crowd goes beserk, not wanting me to leave. When the cameras turn off, I storm offstage and throw the crown on the floor. I see Sean pick it up and pocket it in the corner of my eye. I am literally shaking with rage.

“Good job.” He tells me lightly. “I was expecting you to rip Caesar to pieces, you did very well.”

“I was considering it.” I growl. I notice tears of anger and mourning running down my face. When Olivia arrives backstage, she hugs me comfortingly. She’s crying too. Palana rocks back and forth on her heels awkwardly. I am taken back to the Training Centre.

I don’t even bother changing into my pajamas when I collapse into Sean’s bed. The only thing I did take off, other than the crown, is my shoes. Tears are really flowing now. I wipe my eyes and nose on my sleeve scornfully. I’ve never cried this much before in my life.
Suddenly, Olivia appears in my doorway. I hastily try to hide the fact that I’m crying, but she rolls her red, puffy eyes. Quietly, she walks into the room and sits on the end of my bed.

“Cry if you want.” She tells me. “Don’t stop because of me. This is long overdue.”

“I just want to go home!” I groan miserably.

“Tomorrow we just have a banquet for the sponsors, and then we can leave.” She assures me. I’m amazed at how put-together she sounds. Despite the tears welling up in her eyes, her voice is strong and clear.  

I frown. “I hate the Capitol. Why do we need to thank them? They sent all twenty-four of us in there to our death.”

“It’s polite.” She tells me. “The sponsors provided that brace and saved Zania from that pesticide. It’s only right to thank them.”

“The antidote was pointless.” I scoff. “She died anyway.” Olivia sobs and falls forward onto the bed. I pat her gently on the back. “I’m sorry.” I whisper guiltily. She hits me on the arm. I know she’s trying to hit me hard, but it’s a feeble attempt.

When she finally sits up, she just looks helpless. “I-it’s fine. I don’t want to go either, but we have to make an appearance. Don’t worry, you just have to thank everyone who comes up to you and smile like you’re grateful.”

“I guess Zania would have wanted me to go.” I smile sadly. “She would have been handling this better than I am. She was-“ But I stop. Olivia is crying into her hands, not even listening to me. I hug her tightly. “What’s wrong?” I mumble.

“This is just too much!”

“What is?”

“Zania dying, my nightmares; just the whole stupid Games in general!”

“You have nightmares?” I ask curiously. She nods as she sniffs, and I continue, “W-What are they about?”

“Everyone I love is dead at my feet.” She mutters. “When I wake up, I’m always alone, so I freak out and think that my dream is real.”

“Sounds horrible.”

“It is.”

I sigh. “Too bad you couldn’t stay here. Then when you wake up, you wouldn’t be alone.” I’m not aware of the words coming out of my mouth.

“Can I?” she begs.

I stutter. “Yeah, I guess so.” She smiles gratefully, and leaves the room. When she comes back, she’s in her pajamas.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” She tells me softly. “Thank you so much.” I shrug, and she turns off the light. To my surprise, I am more relaxed with another human in the room. I fall asleep to the sound of her even breathing.

There's Nothing More Important than Family, chapter 25

The first thing they do is throw me on a cot. An oxygen mask is forced over my mouth and they inject painkillers into my bloodstream. I feel a little drowsy, but I refuse to lose consciousness. A couple of Capitol surgeons start working on my shoulder hastily. They’ll want to get as much done as possible before we get to the medical lab. They’ll knock me out with some kind of Capitol medication then, so I won’t be able to fight it. A lady with hair as white as her sterile uniform tries to stop the bleeding from my finger. No one’s touching the cut on my face, but it isn’t exactly a priority; it’s not bleeding too badly.

I feel the hovercraft begin to lose altitude. Someone cries, “Prepare for transfer!” and the doctors and surgeons try to prepare me the best they can. They strap me to the gurney and attach the IV bag to a stand on wheels. They surround me, preparing to move me when we land.
Instead of being lowered on the ladder, they use some sort of lift to propel me down to the roof of the hospital. More Capitol officials are waiting for us there. They hurry me into the building, to a room that’s so white it hurts my eyes. I don’t know why they’re hurrying like this; my wounds aren’t even that severe. They hook all the IV’s back up and plug me into a monitor that records my heart rate. They inject me with more medication, and I am put to sleep.

When I wake up, they are still there, working intensely. The painkillers have worn off, so I can feel sharp pains in my arm and leg. My finger and cheek seem to be doing better. I wonder how long I’ve been out, but if I asked one of the doctors, they’d make me black out again. I don’t know why they don’t want me awake; are they afraid of hurting me? That’s ironic, since they’re the reason I was put into the Games in the first place. Stupid Capitol clones. I scowl.
Of course, a nurse notices me expressing my anger, and makes me go back to sleep.

I see faint images of my sister and the rest of my family while I’m out. Nothing real clear, just vague shapes and sounds. When I am finally awake for good, the room is empty. There are no IV’s in my forearm and no pain anywhere in my body. I was sure the stab wound in my shoulder would have left a scar, but the skin is surprisingly smooth and unmarked. Even the prominent scar I’d gotten when David dropped a shovel on my foot is gone. Too bad; I liked it. It gave me some character, or so I thought. Apparently the doctors didn’t think so.

I’m wearing nothing but a white robe. I feel a little uncomfortable, since I’m certain I’m being watched. I hope Morjay comes in soon to get me dressed. I have to be presented as victor soon, I’m sure of it. They’ll make me sit and watch a recap of the Games, and then the next night I’ll be interviewed as a victor. Then President Snow will crown me, and I’ll be sent home in no time. I don’t think I was asleep for long, but since I’m fully recovered, the recap part will probably be tonight. I am sure of that when my prep team walks in to prepare me. I try to ignore them, because it’s so tempting to just reach out and snap their necks. They’re babbling about how wonderful this year’s Games were. I feel sick.
When I’m ‘nice enough’ to see my stylist, they bring Moray in. He doesn’t speak as he dresses me in a dress shirt, a sweater vest and nice pants. It’s not really my style, but I don’t exactly have a choice. Anyway, I like Moray, so I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He informs me that the Capitol people adored my hair during my last interview, so he gels it accordingly; it’s so long now, it’s hanging in my eyes. Moray says it looks ‘boyishly handsome’, so I don’t argue. He finishes by clasping my token around my wrist. I hadn’t even noticed it was gone. It doesn’t matter; I’ll be burning it in a couple days anyway.

Before they send me out onto the stage, I see Sean, Olivia and Palana. Olivia makes a beeline for me, and hugs me gratefully. She looks stunning; whoever did her hair and wardrobe did a great job. It’s not creepy that I think so, I remind myself. She’s only a year older than I. Sean puts a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. He looks into my eyes, and it’s like we’re having a conversation. I can tell he’s proud of me and that he’s mourning Zania’s loss almost as much as I am. Palana is hysterical, crying and laughing at the same time. She tells me over and over that she knew I’d win, but I try to ignore her. Her optimism is annoying.

Finally, they send me onstage. The Capitol audience roars, so I fake a smile and wave half-heartedly. They sit me down in a chair, and I look at a giant TV screen. The recap has begun.
They repeat the Reaping, Interviews and training scores. I flinch every time I see Zania. It’s surreal that only a couple weeks ago, she was alive; walking, talking and smiling. Living.
I wonder to myself how long I was in the arena. At least a week and a half, I decide. Perhaps two. I guess I’ll figure it all out when I see then end of the recap. I’m not looking forward to it.
They play the bloodbath next; some parts in slow motion. Dane takes out two tributes in the first two minutes. Satin mauls the boy from three with her wretched katars. To my horror, I see Xavier throw a hatchet at Sarah, and blood explodes from her chest. Kelly kills him seconds later. I don’t watch when Mark and Georgie die, but manage to eye the screen when three more fall.
They cut to Maria’s death. I look cold-blooded as I throw her to the side. Zania’s screams torture me. I shouldn’t have killed her. I knew it at the time too, but I didn’t care. Am I any better than the Careers?
Payla kills Addalie then Jason disposes of her. With interest, I watch Vella snipe Harvey with an arrow; that had been a death I hadn’t seen. It’s quite impressive, I have to admit.
On the day where we are attacked by the chipmunk mutts, I see Dane beat the boy from 8 to death brutally. They play that in slow motion. No matter how much I hated Carter, I feel bad for his mother watching this at home.
In no time, they reach the part of the Games I am dreading; The Feast. Vella’s death is quicker than I remembered and much better than she deserved. I watch Satin and Breah battle it out, and cringe when Satin rips my old ally apart. Zania screams and I watch in horror as Kelly grabs her from behind. She is fastened to a tree, and I bury my face in my hands. It’s too much. I can’t watch. I feel my eyes sting, and I swear at myself quietly. I refuse to watch my sister be tortured. I hear the speakers shake with the boom of her cannon, and I compose myself. I look back up just in time to see me stab Satin in my rage.
They show me sitting with my dead sister. I look lost and frail. She looks even worse than in my memory; the blood is splattered across her face. Eventually, Jason drags me away.
They cut away again, to the trio of Careers. I watch as Mahogany sneaks behind Dane, obviously trying to surprise attack him. Kelly warns Dane just in time, and Dane stabs Mahogany mercilessly. Huh. I’d thought Jason had been responsible for that one.
Of course, next up is Jason’s death. After they show me playing in my fort, they show him stalking the two Careers. He accidentally steps on a twig, and Dane swings around anxiously. Their fighting is intense, and Jason batters the mountain from 2 up quite a bit. Dane stabs Jason through the head with his sword, and that’s that. I resist the urge to vomit all over the floor.
The rest of the recap is nothing I haven’t seen before. My face looks deranged as the hovercraft lifts me out of the arena. The Games changed me, that’s for sure.

Caesar thanks the crowd again and reminds them to tune in tomorrow for my interview. I am lead off the stage and taken to the Training Centre, escorted by Sean, Olivia, Palana and Moray. I don’t sleep in the room Zania and I shared the last time we were here. Sean lets me take his room, and he sleeps on the couch instead. He tells me he doesn’t mind, but I still argue. It’s pointless. I end up sleeping there anyway.

Thirteen days, I was in that arena. That’s one of the longest Games I remember. I finally nod off, thinking of the incredible competition I had, and what a miracle it is I’m still alive.

There's Nothing More Important than Family, chapter 24

When I wake, my neck is quite sore. I realize I’d been sleeping on a root and my head had been lolling backwards unnaturally as I slept. I try to rub the kink out of my neck but it’s no use; my neck is as stiff as ever. Not a great start to the last day in the arena.

I eat as quickly as I can. I stuff myself silly, since I’m not sure when the next chance I’ll get to eat will be. I feel like throwing up, but I manage to keep it down. Throwing up would not help me one bit.

I crawl through the brush, to the clearing where I’d observed the death match between Dane and Kelly. The hovercraft picked up Dane’s body sometime in the night. I am not looking forward to seeing Kelly today. Dane was enormous, and incredibly strong. I thought he was unbeatable, but Kelly took him down anyway. If she took him (a giant, trained mountain of muscle) down, what chance do I have?

Well, I can’t give up yet. I promised Jason and Zania that I’d try. I’ll die honorably, like he did, no doubt. Zania died screaming, I don’t know how honorable that is.
I snicker to myself, but then stop. The memory flooding into my mind is painful. To my surprise, it’s getting harder for me to breathe. I sit on the forest floor anxiously and hide my head in between my legs as I try to regulate my breathing. It’s hard but I manage to do so eventually. I can’t show any kind of weakness at this stage in the Games. I don’t want the Capitol people to pity me. 

I stand up when I’m feeling better, gripping my sword in a defiant sort of way. I storm off in the direction Kelly headed last night. Her wounds were bleeding heavily, so I have another convenient blood trail to follow. There’s discarded hair here and there, and it’s disgusting. I hope Kelly had the sense to wrap up her injuries before the fight. I won’t be able to concentrate on killing her if I have to stare at a bald spot on the back of her head. Erg.

After a while, I reach her camp. I can see the smoke from her camp fire through the trees. I see her sleeping in front of her fire. There are tears on her scarred face. It would be so easy to just put her out of her misery now, without having to fight her at all. She doesn’t deserve that, though. If my sister had to suffer at her hands, than she will suffer at mine. I will be merciless, I have to be.

Anger surges through me as I watch her peaceful face. She doesn’t deserve this serene rest. Furiously, I kick dirt in her face. Particles get stuck in her wounds; I hope it stings. She wakes up snarling, but when she sees me she smiles arrogantly. “So this is it, is it?” she whispers.

I scowl. “For you, it is.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” She smiles somewhat sincerely. “I’m confused, though. I was asleep; vulnerable. You spared me. Why? I wouldn’t have done the same for you.”

“I guess I’m just a nice guy.” I growl. She raises her eyebrow. “When I fight you, I want you to be conscious. I want you to feel it when I kill you. I want you to feel it when you breathe your last breath.”

She smiles, and it almost looks genuine. “How…melodramatic. Touching, really. Too bad though. Now you don’t stand a chance.”

“You’re confident.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you?” She beams falsely. “Confidence is key, my dear.” I see her inconspicuously pick up her knife belt. My grip tightens on my sword. I drop my backpack on the ground; either way, I don’t need it anymore. I don’t really want it either. It’s kind of heavy. Kelly studies me. “So I guess it’s time. Let’s dance, partner.”

I roll my eyes and grumble, “Do you want to lead, or shall I?”

She smiles mischievously. “I’ll let you know.” I’m barely ready when she lunges at my throat. I manage to deflect her, but barely. She rolls to the side and snarls at me. She sounds like a retarded bear.

I swing my sword at her and she tries to dodge, but my sword hits her on the chest, right where Dane got her yesterday. She screams and I laugh, “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“You MORON!” She shrieks.

“Someone’s a little grumpy this morning!” I taunt. She throws a knife furiously, but I’m not watching. It hits my shoulder, getting lodged in the flesh. I don’t dare pull it out; if I did it would bleed profusely.

I’m not nearly as good as she is when it comes to combat. Sure, I’m tiring her out, but I’m getting tired myself. I’ve managed to slice her up well, but I have a growing list of injuries; a deep stab in my leg, a cut on my cheek and the fact that I’m missing the tip of my middle finger.

Now we stand, staring at each other intensely. He eyes are thick with tears and her bizarre hairdo is matted with blood. When she speaks, her voice is raspy. “It’s over. Surrender now and I’ll make sure it’s quick.”

“I’ll never surrender to you.” I promise her grimly.

“Then I’ll give you the first move. Come at me. Hit me with your best shot, prairie boy.”

I grimace and charge at her. She dodges easily, and attacks my chest. I struggle, so she barely scrapes me, but she’s getting close. Swiftly, I grab the knife from her hand and plunge it into her stomach. She gasps as I throw her off of me.
She’s lying on the ground, face up. The color is draining from her face and her eyes are flashing around the campsite wildly. I glare at her. “Your move.” I say loud and clear, so I know she can hear me. She twitches and I see her trying to talk, but I ignore her. I grab her foot-long machete, and stand over her menacingly. She seems to be pleading with me. No mercy! I remind myself. “Lights OUT!” I cry, and I plunge the sword into her chest. The cannon booms.

I rip the knife from my shoulder, and as I foresaw, the wound starts gushing blood. I hear Claudius Templesmith announce, “Ladies and Gentlemen, let me present to you the victor of the 35^th annual Hunger Games; Nathan Roberts, of District 9!” They play recordings of Capitol people cheering. I wish I could get my hands on them, too. They don’t deserve to be free.

The hovercraft appears and lowers its ladder. The instant I grab it, I am frozen in place. Slowly, I am raised out of the appalling arena.

Life With Annie, chapter 19

I wake up late in the morning, stretching with a groan, before I sit up.
I look over at Annie, still asleep. I smile at her, she's curled up on her side, with one hand under her pillow. Her mouth is slightly open, and there's a little drool on the pillow.
I take a piece of her hair, and tickle the end of her nose. She swats a hand at me but misses.
"Leave me alone."
She groans irritably.
"Wake up sleepy head."
I say in a sing-song voice, then I switch to a dramatic accent.
"Today we shall dine at the president's mansion!"
She sits up quickly, and hits me full in the face with her pillow.
I fall onto my back, and declare with raised arms.
"The queen hath awakened!"
She throws the pillow on me, and swings her legs over the edge of the bed.
"Shut up."
I sit up and start tickling her. She smacks me.
"Stop it!"
She shouts through her giggles, she retaliated by tickling my side, which she knows is my weak spot.
I squirm away from her, laughing.
"Annie stop! It's not funny."
She laughs and continues.
"You can dish it but you can't take it can you?"
I jump out of the bed, and run out of the room. She is hot on my heels, as we rush into the dining car. Mags, Bruce and Tiffy are already sitting at the table.
We run around the table several times, before I hide behind Mags chair.
"Tell her to leave me alone."
I say in a whiney voice.
"Hey! He started it."
Annie says defensively.
Bruce chuckles into his coffee, and Mags smiles. Tiffy merely looks irritated at our 'unseemly behavior'
"Both of you stop it, sit down and eat some breakfast."
We look untrusting at each other for a moment, then take our seats next to each other.
I give Bruce a nod, which he returns. Things have been different between us now. We don't show it, but we both know something has changed. I now know that he is practically family.
"What's put you two in a fine mood this morning?"
Mags asks with a smile. I grin, and give Annie a mischievous look. She returns it with a glare.
"I'm not in a good mood. Mister sunshine over there was very rude this morning."
Mags raises her eyebrows,
"Oh?"
Annie continues to glare at me, as I continue to grin.
"Yes. He rudely aroused me from a pleasant sleep, and then proceeded to tickle me!"
I wiggle my fingers in the air threateningly. She can't help smiling, and swats my hand away. Then she pokes me in the side. This starts an all out poking war, ending with breakfast arriving.
We eat in mock anger, glaring at each other. Mags and Bruce find this hilarious, even Tiffy smiles. When breakfast is over, Tiffy tells us what's on the schedule for today.
"We should arrive in the capitol late this afternoon, when we do, both of you will be prepped and dressed fit to have dinner at the president's mansion. Then we will arrive at a fashionable time for the dinner party."
I nod.
"Sounds good. What do we do until we arrive?"
Tiffy shrugs.
"Whatever you feel like."
She retires to her bedroom, while the mentors, Annie and I relax in the lounge.
"What's the presidents mansion like?"
Annie asks Bruce, he shrugs.
"The only word to describe it is; grand. You'll see for yourself soon enough."
I poke Annie on the shoulder, and she ignores me.
"What's your favorite thing to do at a party Mags?"
I poke her again, and she still ignores me.
"Oh my, I don't know. I suppose eating all the wonderful food is definitely one of the best things about a dinner party."
I continue to poke Annie's shoulder.
"What about you Bruce?"
He leans back in his chair, and grins.
"Seeing all of the...interesting fashions, listening to what conversations are going on. Oh and dancing."
Annie raises her eyebrows.
"You dance?"
He nods,
"Quite well if I do say so myself, I might have to show you tonight. Finnick!"
He shouts mid poke, and I turn giving him an innocent look.
"Leave that poor girl alone."
Annie smiles.
"Oh don't worry, he knows how far he can push me."
She turns to me with a knowing look.
"Don't you Finn?"
I slowly pull my finger back, and give her a horrified look.
"Oh yes, don't worry I remember."
Bruce leans forward.
"Oh, now we have to hear the story."
Annie laughs,
"Well, one time when I was around six, Finn was being a typical annoying eight year old. He wouldn't leave me alone, kept poking and tickling me. Finally he pushed me to far."
She pauses. Mags grins.
"And?"
Annie looks at me, and giggles.
"So I punched him in the nose."
I wince at the memory.
"Didn't stop bleeding for over ten minutes."
Bruce roars with laughter, and Mags chuckles. I pout, and turn to Annie.
"You're lucky you didn't break my nose. You could have tarnished this flawless face."
I strike a pose, and everyone starts laughing.
The rest of the afternoon is spent talking and eating.
Suddenly the train goes dark, which means that we are going through the tunnel into the capitol.
The train lights up again, and Annie rushes to the windows, gasping in awe at the incredible sight.
I stand up, and walk over next to her.
"Well, what do you think?"
Annie continues to stare in wonder.
"It's so colorful. But somehow, everything seems to perfect...if you know what I mean."
I nod. Glancing out the window.
"Trust me, I know exactly what you mean."
Mags calls over to me.
"You better show yourself, everyone has been expecting the great Finnick Odair."
I sigh, and step in front of the window.
Instantly you can see the reaction from the crowd. I smile and wave at them, even blowing some kisses.
Annie watches me with a somber face. She knows I hate this, she knows how hard it is for me to perform for them. She steps closer to me, and slides her hand in mine. She smiles and waves beside me. Letting me know I'm not alone.
Soon we arrive at the building where Annie and I will be prepped for the dinner party.
It takes an hour or so, and finally Dalia brings my suit.
It's traditional black, with a dark orange shirt underneath, the top couple buttons open of course. I have my eyes highlighted, and my hair is styled. When I look in the mirror, I am once again surprised that my skillful prep team can transform a fifteen year old boy, into a young man that looks around twenty. Dalia explains that it's mostly because I already look mature for my age.
I wait for Annie, who shows up looking gorgeous.
She is dressed in a pale yellow chiffon dress that ends just below her knees in the front, and reaches the floor in the back. A pair of black shoes with a small heal, and a matching set of black jewelry; earings, necklace and bracelet. Her hair is pulled up in a fancy up do, with lots of curls and small braids.
Her light makeup is done perfectly, and I wouldn't guess her age below sixteen.
"Wow."
Is all I say. She smiles, it's so good to see her smile. My Annie usually always has a smile on her face, but lately she has lacked one. To see her bright and cheerful smile now, when I am in the place I hate most, makes everything worth while. I smile back, and offer her my arm.
"Shall we go?"
She slides her arm into mine.
"We shall."
My prep team are almost on the verge of tears.
"Oh you two are so adorable!"
"It makes me wish you were a couple!"
"You both are so radiant!"
We accept their compliments, and are rushed off to the president's mansion.
When we arrive, the car door opens and we are mobbed by reporters.
Bruce comes to our rescue, and leads us through the crowd into the mansion.
We are shown into the great room, and both of us take several minutes to gaze around in amazement.
The roof is unbelievably high, and music gently floats around the room. There are twenty-foot tables lining the walls, laden with so many different foods. The middle of the room is clear, letting people mingle. On one end of the room, is a marble dance floor. Mags and Bruce give us a gentle push into the room, and we come back to our senses.
"Wow Bruce, you were right, this is grand."
He grins, and nods his head.
"Yep. I'll see you two around."
He waves and walks off. Mags stands in front of us.
"You two going to be all right by yourselves?"
We nod, and she joins a group of people near one of the tables.
Annie and I wander around for a little while, her arm held tightly in mine.
"What should we do?"
I ask her. I can tell she's getting overwhelmed by everything. She looks around quickly, hesitating.
"Why don't we try some of the food?"
I agree, and we spend a while walking to all the different tables and sampling food.
"Hey Annie, will you be alright by yourself for a minute? I have to use the restroom."
She nods slowly.
"Alright, wait here. I'll be right back."
When I come back out of the restrooms, I frown, searching for Annie.
Where did she go? I told her to wait right here. It takes me a moment to locate her, and I grit my teeth when I do.
She apparently got cornered by a blue haired man in a bright purple suit. He is talking to her, and she is replying politely, but he is standing a little to close to her, and I can tell she's uncomfortable.
I walk up and place a hand on the mans shoulder. He turns to me.
"Pardon me, but I must steal miss Cresta away for a dance."
Annie gives me a thankful glance, as I take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. I place my other hand on her waist, and she puts hers on my shoulder.
"I don't really know how to dance all that well."
I grin.
"Just follow my lead, and try not to step on my feet."
She smiles, and we dance slowly for a while, stepping in time to the music.
"You're not bad at this."
I say with a chuckle, she tips her nose in the air.
"Why thank you."
The song ends, and I twirl her.
All of a sudden, the music starts again, except this time a much livelier tune. Annie looks at me surprised.
"Don't look at me, I don't know how to dance to this music."
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and turn to see Bruce.
"I do. May I have this dance miss Cresta?"
She smiles, and takes his hand.
"Of course, see you later Finn."
Bruce leads her into the middle of the dance floor, and holds her at arm's length.
He then pulls her toward him, winding her around, then he grabs her other hand, and unwinds her in a twirl.
I walk over and join Mags, cheering and clapping with the rest of the crowd.
"What is this dance called?"
I shout above the crowd, Mags watches them for a minute.
"I think it's called the tango."
I smile.
"Bruce might just have to show me how to do it."
Mags laughs, and we continue to watch Bruce and Annie steal the spotlight.
They spin and twist all over the dance floor, and just as the song ends, Bruce tips Annie in a deep dip.
The crowd goes insane, applauding loudly.
Bruce smiles, and gives a small wave, and Annie looks embarrassed, blushing behind a shy smile.
"That was incredible! You guys are amazing."
Bruce grins and pats Annie on the shoulder.
"You've got natural rhythm, you are a great dancer."
She blushes deeper,
"Thanks. I had no idea you could dance so well. Who taught you?"
He shrugs.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
I throw my arm around his shoulder.
"Come on, we'll believe you. Won't we Annie?"
She nods her head. Bruce sighs,
"Let's just say it was a mentor of mine."
Annie and I both gasp, and turn to Mags.
"No."
"Really?"
She grins.
"I had some moves back in my day."
We spend the rest of the evening meeting more people than I can remember. Tiffy finally rounds us all up.
"Time to go!"
She says, and within a couple of minutes we are all in cars on the way back to the train station.
Annie fell asleep leaning against my shoulder. When we arrive at the train station, I carry her to bed taking off her shoes and jewelry.
I carefully undo her hair, taking out all the pins and clips.
"What time is it."
Annie murmmers half asleep. I unfasten the last lock of hair, and pull the covers over her.
"Shhh. Go back to sleep."
She settles down under the covers, and falls back asleep.
I take off my jacket and shoes. Then I pull off my shirt, and slide into bed. Within a few minutes I am in a deep sleep.