Chapter 12: Lunch With Mags

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Mags calls for lunch.

Finnick and I leave the train car, while I'm still sobbing.

"What are you crying about sweetheart?" She asks.

"Just a sad memory." Finnick answers for me.

Mags looks unconvinced, so I calm down and tell her.

"When Finnick was nine, our father died." I say strongly.

I take a deep breath, and walk over to the table, and sit next to Mags.

I like her. She's sweet and kind, like Annie, and fun and energetic, like Finnick.

A combination of my favorite people.

I take a few rolls, chicken legs, and drink orange juice.

"What's the light brown stuff, Finnick?" I ask puzzled.

"It's called 'Hot Chocolate'. Its good." He says.

"Especially if you dip your rolls in it." He adds, pointing to my rolls with his fork.

I try it. It's good.

"Thanks for the suggestion, Finnick. It is delicious." I smile.

"So, what's our plan for the games?" Matthias asks.

"Smile and wave." Finnick says.

"And, hold hands." Adds Mags.

"I'm NOT holding hands with him." I say, pointing to Matthias.

" Oh, come on. It'll be fun." Matthias says slyly.

"No. Not even if my life depended on it. Which is ironic, because my life does depend on it." I answer.

"I guess you can knock that off the list, Mags." Finnick laughs.

I smile. Its been since his games that he's smiled, or even laughed.

After two more hours, we are in the Capitol.

With the strangest looking people.

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