"What happened to my suggestion of 'killing him with kindness'?"
"Fuck that, I won the Hunger Games I could kill him for real."
Seraphina Faye was a cheery,
energetic green thumb.
Finnick Odair was a childish,
short-fused dork.
Opposites attract t...
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Chapter 10,
Seraphina adopts a 12 year-old
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To say Sera was nervous would be an understatement.
She tapped her feet on the ground, fidgeted with her hands, and pointlessly fixed her hair that didn't need fixing. Part of her wanted to take it out just so she could twirl it but she would've felt bad to ruin the hard work the young girl spent to do it. She settled with picking at her already chapped lips. It was a bad habit she was addicted to. Picking them until they bled and continuing until they were numb.
She didn't know why she was so nervous, it was just training. But having all of the other tributes there with her made her restless. They were all so much bigger than her, taller too. Which made sense considering she was only 13 but still, they were intimidating.
She looked up to Danny who was standing next to her watching intently as the trainer spoke. His face was blank but cold and despite how scrawny Sera thought of him as he had big arms. They had a five year age gap and he wanted to kill her. The odds really weren't in her favor regardless of what Paige said at the reaping.
She tried to focus on the head trainer, a tall, athletic, gorgeous woman who was currently speaking on how it is forbidden to do practice any combat with other tributes. Her words and form however seem to blur and fizzle out as Seraphinas gaze redirected to the other tributes.
The girl and boy from 12 that she recognized from the reaping videos were standing close together. The little girl, Abigail, she remembered, is attached to his waist, her head falling down slightly before it jumped back and up and she rubbed her eyes.
She searched the small circle they were in for District 7. When her eyes found Beatrice she realized that she was already staring at her. Embarrassed, her face flushed and she forced her head back towards the speaker.
Sera shook off the odd interaction and went back to watching. Another young girl caught her eye, not Abigail, but instead a girl with skin that accompanied her large brown doe eyes. She seemed much more curious than the child from 12, watching intently and nodding her head along. Her district partner, a handsome young man, with similar traits to the girl, was standing straight with his arms crossed. He had a determined look on his face.
She tilted her head as she switched from them and the pair from 12. They practically mirrored each other. Both around the same age, the two from 11 maybe slightly older, 15 and 13 by the looks of it.
