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IT WAS TIME FOR THE 70TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES. The Capitol was booming. Everyone was dressed in their most festive outfits, needing to look their best while staring at a TV screen and laughing as children get brutally murdered. There was chatter everywhere about the Tributes and who they thought would win, and it was not looking great for District 4.
Both of the tributes were small. The boy was sixteen and extremely skinny, and the girl, Annie Cresta, an eighteen-year-old redhead, was too shy to seem aggressive. There had been a lot of talk about who was going to win, and none of the arguments included either of them. The only mention of District 4 was about Finnick, like usual, and how much he has grown. Getting sponsors would not be a problem with him on their side, but that was pretty much the extent of what he could do for them once they were in the arena.
Speaking of Finnick, Leia was glad that she was able to talk to him in the open. There were still stolen glances from across the room, but they could now speak to each other without raising suspicion because they were simply 'exchanging creative ideas.' He whispered flirty things in her ear, and no one was the wiser. She always had to look down to hide her blush, though.
The night before the Games, Leia was making her way to her room when she heard weeping. She looked around and realized that it was coming from behind Annie's door. She frowned before hesitantly knocking on the wood. When no one answered, she opened it and stuck her head into the room. "What's wrong, Miss Cresta?"
