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...
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𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
-𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 (𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗)
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Dinner last night was a lot better than I expected it to go. Yes, I might have had a mild episode, but in the end it wasn't as bad as they have been. I have another one of the sessions today. Plutarch says that he has high hopes of them working and I'm sure he is happy that his trial is actually paying off.
He came into my room earlier today and said that we would try something different today. Totally doesn't worry me at all. Plutarch always says stuff like that though. I just am worried as to what he may do.
A knock on the door breaks my train of thought. I put the paint back down on the easel and wipe my hands on a towel as I turn around to see who is coming in.
I see Cody walking in with his same silly smile he used to wear when he would catch me and Finnick making out at the beach. I still feel a flush of embarrassment from that look he gave us. It made me feel as if I was a child again.
"I don't think painting is your strongest suit." He says, walking toward my painting of what was supposed to be the ocean.
"Hey!" I say, hitting his arm. "I never said I was a painter. I just needed something that I could do so I wouldn't die of boredom in this cell."
Cody chuckles and shakes his head. "Alright, but at least we know you won't be making money off of paintings in the future."
I just roll my eyes and cross my arms. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Plutarch says he has something different to try with me today."
"Yes, he does." He says slowly. "And I'm just here to make sure you're going to be okay. It's going to be really different and it might make you a bit uncomfortable, but with how last night went, Plutarch and I have a good feeling about this."
A pit in my stomach grows, making me feel more anxious than I was before. "What is it?" I ask, my voice wavering.
"Well, why don't I just show you?" He asks and then turns toward the mirror to wave someone in. I'm not an idiot I know that it was a two way window so they could keep a close eye on me.
The first thing I notice when he walks in is his sea-green eyes and bronze hair. The eyes that I feel for at such a young age. My heart leaps in excitement while my mind is telling me to make a run for it. To get as far away from him as I can. But for the first time I'm listening to my heart instead of my brain.
