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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𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛
𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎
-𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝
(𝚁𝚆𝚈𝙻𝙼)
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The next morning came way too fast. I quickly got dressed and there was a knock on the door. It opens and reveals Finnick who already has a bright smile on his face. "Are you ready?" He asks.
"No, but I have no choice in going do I?" I say.
"Nope." He says, dragging my hand and taking me to the elevator.
There is comfortable silence as we make our way to the 'headquarters'. The thing I'm most 'excited' for is meeting President Coin. For someone who wants a rebellion, calling yourself President after we already have a corrupted one isn't going to sit well with some people, me being one of them.
The elevator dings signalling we've reached our desired floor. I sigh before I step out, already having a bad feeling about this meeting. I have a feeling I know what this is going to be about and I have my own list of demands if they want me to do what they want me to do.
The doors open to the command center and I see Plutarch and a woman in her mid fifties, gray eyes, and gray hair that brushes over her shoulders. "You must be President Coin. It's a pleasure to meet you." I say, a fake smile plastered on my face as I reach out to shake her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you too." She says, taking my hand in a firm shake. "Please, sit down." She motions to the chairs.
"No thank you, I have no intentions of staying in this room for long." I say.
She sends a tight smile and nods her head. "Anyway, I'm sure you both know what we called you here for today." Plutarch says, breaking the tension. Finnick stops me from saying something by saying yes himself. "Good, now, we have thought instead of you guys having a private wedding, we use this moment to show the Capitol that we are thriving and doing better than we ever could."
I look at Finnick like we are deciding, but I already have my mind made up. He must be able to tell from my expression what I'm planning to do. "We'll do it." I say. Plutarch smiles and even Coin's expressionless face beams a little brighter. "But, I have some demands if you want us to do this."
Plutarch nods his head as if he was expecting this and Coin goes back to her hard exterior. "I get to have the wedding dress my stylist sketched out for me made for the wedding day. It is in a notebook back in my home in district 4. Second, I will be allowed to train to go to the Capitol just like Finnick has been allowed to. Third, Peeta gets out of his restraints and is able to do what he wants around his room. Fourth, Peeta is to make my wedding cake. Five, Peeta and I will be able to hang out freely." I say, all in one breath. "Oh, and Peeta will be in attendance at the wedding."
