𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ; Finnick Odair

𝟶𝟺: Face Like An Angel

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

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"CHAPTER 4 : Face Like An Angel"

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Annaliese Yiege ━  Aftermath of the Parade 

GETTING DOWN THE CHARIOT was such a struggle. I kept a few breaths as Demeter looked at me but looked away. I heard visible footsteps that sounded loud, and a small giggle "Oh my darlings! You both did absolutely amazing out there!!" Millet squealed as she jumped up and down with her heels and clapped her hands together. 

"Thank you.." I smiled softly as Millet grabbed my hands happily. "And you too as well dear, you looked incredible out there! Such outstanding performers you too!" She held Demeter's hand as well. Demeter hesitated though, he did seem uncomfortable. 

Not that I would blame him. He didn't seem to be that comfortable with Millet yet. I do find Millet alright for now. However, her character is too much for me to handle. 

"Not bad, I'll give ya'll that aight" Stepping out was Ralph, "Just as what Millet said, that was good" A smiling face was given from Phoebe. While they were all talking, I could feel some staring at me. Districts 1, 2, and 4. A few from outliners as well. 

"You've surely outdone it Farasha, where were you when I needed you to style me?" Phoebe asked making Farasha chuckle a bit, "Just did my best" it seems it was only Farasha who came out. Demeter's stylist seemed to be unavailable to see her work. While they were all talking, I couldn't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable with the stares.

It seems that Ralph noticed this as well. "Let's go somewhere else." he said in a monotone voice which caught Millet, "Right! Right! Chop chop everyone let's go to our rooms!" Millet immediately read the room as we all proceeded to follow her. 

Annaliese Yiege ━ Training Day 1

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, waking up from tear drops on the bed. It was messy, the outfit I had was as well. I felt sticky. My make-up was all smudged, I hadn't changed my outfit ever since I arrived. Which led me to look unhygienic as hell. I didn't like it at all with immediate regret of crying on the bedsheets.

I quickly tried to open my eyes, seeing that there were pieces of clothes on the bed. Already set up for me. It was a black shirt, by its sides it had the color red and grey. The outfit was gathered along with dark black pants that matched it. The black shirt had a number behind it, showcasing the number 9. 

Someone must've prepared it while I was asleep. I decided to take a shower since I felt too icky. After some time, I was finally finished. I slipped into the outfit. Taking a hair tie and tied my hair onto two messy bubble braided pigtails. There were still locks falling through, while I fixed my bangs.

At length, I have finished. I started to step out of the door and was addressed by Ralph sitting by the dining table, seeming to be waiting for me. There wasn't the others in sight. "If ya lookin' for Yiege, kid, he ain' here. Left early already." He sighed as he sat up straight