I Love This Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city and all you're ever gonna be is mean~Taylor Swift, Mean

THG-Finnick And Annie {12} Chapter 12 "Agh!! " I scream, jerking my leg away from the evil strip of wax that's yanking my hair out of its roots. "Agh! AGHH! For Gods sake, STOP!!" "Oooh, feisty one, Aren't you?" laughed a stylist, who looked about 30. She had long, waist length purple hair and butterflies tattooed in orange on her eyelids. She walked over into the curtained off area where I was being what they called 'prepped' and I call TORTURED. Butterfly woman shooed away the other stylists, but not before a young woman with a pink Afro could wink and grin at me. Ugh. "And you are?" I scowl "Hmmm. Arrogant, moody yet gorgeous. Great angle for the interviews.. Sorry, am I going too fast? I'm Lorzee, your stylist. I'm her to-" "Yeah, Yeah, make me look appealing to the ladies and help me get sponsors... I know what happens here you know, even if my hair is naturally this colour." Lorzee looks at me closely. I expect her to treat me coldly and yell at me for being disrespectful or something but she just totters over to the table and sits beside me. "Look, I know how you're feeling-well, as close as. I know you're bound to be in a bad mood but please try and work with me? With us? You never know what might happen in the arena..." She stands up suddenly and says brightly "I'll see you later to dress you in your chariot outfit, but I'll let the stylists finish for know.... I've got a great design for you and Halle.." Now I feel really bad for snapping at her-she may be the only sane Capitol Citizen....

THG -Finnick And Annie Chapter 11 Nightmares. Nightmares, they aren't real, my imagination is playing tricks again..... They have been driving me crazy, continuing through the night. The minute one ended another begun. Me in the arena, up a burning tree. Me in the arena, getting buried in a freak avalanche in a mountain range. Me in an arena identical to District four, with all my friends as my opponents. Me killing my friends. The worst-me watching both Annie and Mia get tortured by the Capitol, I can only choose one to save...... "Finnick me!" "No you've known me longer!" "Finnick isn't it obvious ?!" "I thought you loved me..." I wake up with a start, dripping in sweat. It takes me a minute to adjust, my stomach churning wondering if I've been kidnapped-but then I realise. Today I meet the stylists who will make me look good in a parade showing off teenagers who will kill each other in a fortnight. Wow. Messed up.

21.12.12 I just survived 21st December 2012 like a boss. Now I have a great story for my great grandchildren!! Yay!!

THG-Finnick And Annie Chapter 10 We enter a glistening white building, with a huge foyer decorated with plush seats, glass tables filled with expensive ornaments and a lift in the far side wall. Nanclee looks excited, finally getting to show us her #life. Waiting for us to stare open mouthed at everything we see. Hmm. I'm not going to give her that pleasure. I secure a mask of a blank expression on my face and won't let it slip until bed time. She leads us over to the lift which opens immediately- Mags is there waiting for us. Inside the lift is painted to look like the sky , pastel blue ceiling and walls daubed with soft white paint-clouds. I keep my expression bored. "Come on, come in ! Youre going to love this, I know you are!" we follow Nanclee and Mags out into our apartment and I take a sharp intake of breath. I can see what she means. It's amazing. Soft plush leather couches crowd around a smooth glass table infront of a marble wall. Curved blue seats decorated with embroidered cushions are around a rough, unfinished yet magnificently painted table, that seems to be revolving on its own. A lowered area off to the right prides woollen carpets, sheepskin rugs-and two young women, dressed in red with sunken, sallow and pale faces. Why are they here? Who are they? What would th- "Now, because it's so late I want you to both go find you rooms and order food there instead. We have a big, big day tommorow ! " screeches Nanclee. I step down the marble stairs and turn right , my feet sinking into the soft carpet. I nod to the woman gesturing toward my room, but she doesn't do anything. Stares at the floor, like it's her job.