THG- Finnick And Annie

Chapter 6
Finnick

I board the train with Nanclee and my mentor, Mags. Mags is a middle aged woman with soft brown wispy hair. She speaks very quietly and always kind of floats around. Nanclee says the Games left her very fragile but she is a great mentor. Nanclee leads us into the dining car and Halle and I sit down on the plush couch in awe. Their is food, food, food everywhere-squeezed onto tables, piled onto silver platters, stacked like bricks on every available surface. Mags wanders in and places two peaches stuffed with a strange blue jam and a yellow tinted mini pie topped with an olive on her plate. I look at her with shock. Is she not hungry or something?! "Go on, children ! Help yourselves!" Smiles Nanclee. She hands us both a silver plate and I'm off, spearing small roasted birds in an orange sauce, mini pies, handfuls or various nuts, barbecued pork with white seasoning, stuffed olives, marzipan sweets, cake......

I walk back to the table triumphantly, where Mags is nibbling delicately on a chicken leg and Nanclee is sipping coffee wearily. " They're all the same " she says to Mags " See it all , want it all. They both laugh at my portion but I ignore them and dig in. Halle comes over and joins us, her plate smaller than mine but still fairly full.

We both finished our whole plate fulls, now two pounds heavier and feeling sickly. Nanclee let's us go to our rooms and change, as it's pretty late already. Tomorrow we meet our stylists and will probably be turned into giant fish or whales again for the tribute parade. Yay.

I fall in between the silky sheets and fall asleep straight away, but at about midnight I hear crying from Halle's room. I slip out of bed to investigate.

Walking slowly down the hall , the sobbing gets louder so I gently push open her door to find her sitting on the roof, her window open behind her. I sit on the window sill and suddenly, as she looks at me, I know who she is.