𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ; Finnick Odair

𝟶𝟻: They Called Her Lady Angel

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

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"CHAPTER 5 : They Called Her Lady Angel"

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Annaliese Yiege ━ Scores 

I WENT INSIDE THE ASSIGNED room I was given, the room that was for District 9. I stepped out of the elevator and was instantly addressed by Millet, Farasha, and Ralph "How was it?" Millet asked all curious with her shrill voice. 

"Was it alright? Did you do good little angel?" Farasha continued, "Little angel? What kind of nickname is that?" Ralph had his eyebrows furrowing, "She's my muse, I've decided to give her a nickname of course." She eye-rolled at Ralph, the three were hogging up the space that I could breathe. Their faces all together bombard my view 

"W-well" I muttered, I didn't know what to say. I failed. I let the anger get the better of me and left fast before the timer even ran out, not taking my time to take it all in. To finish it, to add some additional works to my demonstration or showcase. 

"Welllll?" Millet had her eyes sparkly, "I failed.." I mumbled, "WHAT?" all three of them shrieked, "What did you, young lady? What? You didn't follow what I said?" Ralph implored. Millet shoving her head, well technically wig to Ralph's face. "Millet you and ya damn wig!" he grunted as the wig smacked him in the face

"What about my wig?!" She huffed, "Lady your wig is way bigger than your entire head!" He called out. Allowing Millet to do a dramatic gasp. Before they could bicker more, Farasha moved both heads away using her hands. "Alright let the girl breathe." 

"What's wrong?" Farasha wanted to know. "Well, I kind of let the anger get the better of me.." I muttered, it seemed she heard it so I continued, the other two weren't listening until I said the next words. "I did the poison test at first, for showcasing my survival skill.. and then.. The knife throwing." 

"And how does that make you receive any worse score, young lady? That's all of the following I told ya to do anyway!" He placed his focus back at me "It is quite barbaric you did a poison test! No wonder!" Millet sighed, making Ralph try not to roll his eyes

"Okay big wig, stay out of this. You deal with the socials, not the skills. Survival skills showcase is just as important as weaponry usage" he told

"Im surprised you HAVE a brain," Millet said as she turned to look at him and then at me and Farasha "What was that LADY?" Ralph sounded so offended 

Millet ignored what Ralph was about to say as Phoebe called out "It is about to start, enough bickering there, and let's see the scores" 

we all settled down at the living room seats, Phoebe turning on the television. I was farther away from Demeter. I wondered what her score was. I wondered what he did to get his score as well. He'll probably get a good score, maybe a better score than me. I barely even saw him on the gymnasium grounds. The entire time I was more on the survival skills station than the weaponry usage ones. 

While I was at it, as usual, my brother was nowhere to be seen. I wondered where he was, he wasn't around here for the past few days. Well, from my perspective. I haven't seen him for a long time. He always leaves the quarters early, so I never got the chance to see him.