Annie's Story

Chapter thirty

After like three days, I haven't seen Finnick since the time I woke up. Maybe he isn't allowed to visit me before my victor interview anymore. Suddenly I bursts out in another bubble of laughter. I don't even know why, it's just so hilarious! Tears from laughter are streaming down my face. A doctor rushes in and stares at me. I laugh even more by seeing his face. He looks so funny.

"Miss Cresta, are you alright?" He asks looking a bit frighted. "What about... Ducks?" I giggle. He frowns. "Miss Cresta, you're insane. But lets forget about that, it's time for your interview. You know what an interview is?" He asks treating me like a little baby. My laughter goes away and I look furious. "No I have no idea." I snap sarcastically. "I'm not stupid." The doctor shrugs and leaves. Not more than three minutes later four peacekeepers come in and pull me out of my bed. "Time for an interview." One of them says while they take me out of the hospital room, FINALLY! I'm sick of being here, it's boring! The hallways are decorated with all these weird colors. The colors are so bright that want me to pull the hair out of my head. I let out a scream. One of the peacekeepers grabs my arm. I just let him hold it, I'm too tired to get my arm back.

The next three hours they're just busy on putting clothes on me. I'm wearing a yellow dress which ends at my knees. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" I scream at my stylist. I don't even remember her name. "Ssst Annie, it's okay. It's okay." She tries to calm me down. "His head. His head. Boom, it was off. It rolled like a football." Tears start to run down my face. My head pounds and I'm shaking in my dress. I fall onto my knees and bury my head in my hands. "A FOOTBALL!"

Suddenly I'm standing between two curtains, waiting for my interview. I have no idea how I got here, but I guess it took some strength. I start to laugh once again. curling up into a ball and rolling onto the stage. "