Cordelia Benham a 16 year old girl gets reaped into the Hunger Games. Cordelia was left to fend for herself and her little siblings when both her parents died.
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"That's Cordelia Benham and Finnick Odair right?" ┊"Yes, She won he games at 16 in...
They finally took the straps off the bed. I guess I finally proved to them that I'm not a danger to anyone but myself. Cody must've had something to do with it too. I'm just waiting for them to send in my siblings. They are the only people I want to see before they start trying to fix whatever happened to my brain.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I look up hoping to see Caspian and Maisly, but instead see Plutarch Heavensbee. "What do you want?" I ask.
"I'm just here to see what we are working with." He says, walking up to me. "To see what happened to you in the Capitol."
"If I'm going to tell anyone it's not going to be you." I say, crossing my arms. "Maybe, if I could see my siblings I would be more cooperative."
He sighs in defeat. "I'll see what I can do." He says, walking toward the door.
"Wait!" I yell out. He turns around and looks at me. "Can I get something to do? Like maybe some grass to weave?" I say, hopefully.
"That's something I can do for you. I'll work on your siblings." He says, nodding before walking out of the room, the door shutting behind him.
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Plutarch pulled through and got me some grass that I can weave. I've already made different bowls that I can use when I get back to 4, but I'm thinking about making something fun for when I see my siblings again.
I'm walking around the room thinking about what I should make when a knock on the door interrupts me. I stop where I was and slowly move to the furthest corner. I look up and see Cody and Mags walking into the room.
I smile at them when they see me in the corner. "I'm fine. Just still in the mindset of the Capitol." I say, trying to take the concerned look off their faces.
"It's okay, Kiddo." Cody says. "We're just here to take you around District 13. Show you around a bit." Mags nods along when he speaks.
"Please," I groan. "I feel like I've been stuck in here for weeks and I only just got here."
