1 December 2012
I arrive about 40 minutes late. "Just what do you think you're playing at? Hmmm? You are late again!"
"Again?" This is the first time I've ever been late.
"Now you have proven to me that I can't and mustn't rely on you." Sweat prickles down the back of my neck and I fear his next words. "GET OUT!" he screeches. I run as fast as I can, down to the shore. I throw a stone in, but it just hits the rocks. I throw myself down onto the floor, infront of a ready-made fire and burst out crying.
Finnick Fanfic #8 • Opuss № I