Chapter 8 Eric

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Heyyy!! So... I've not updated in a while. Whoops? I guess I just forgot this even existed! My bad!

But tbh I was distracted by One Direction.... I CRIED FOR 3 days straight! IF YOUR NOT A DIRECTIONER THEN GET OUT! 😳

Sooo that happened. Then 5sos released their new single, SO OF COURSE I WAS LOCKED UP IN MY ROOM PLAYING THAT SONG ON REPEAT!! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM??!!
MIGHT I ADD THAT IT DROVE MY PARENTS INSANE, SO THEY LEFT THE HOUSE NEARLY EVERYDAY....😏😏

And Niall tweeted that 1D are NOT SPLITTING so that made me cry for another day! Apart from that I'm completely normal thank you very much! So here's Chapter 8, I just have to point out that the guy above is sooooooooooooo hot! Like omg I actually died! But he's not as hot as Niall! If you don't know who he is just ask Siri who Amelia's future husband will be. Your welcome...!

I guess I'd better get on with the chapter.... So this is goodbye for now!
Amelia ❤️✌🏽️xx

Mariah POV

I awake to the sound of the lift swiftly rising past our floor. Who the hell is that??! I think to myself, before slowly rising from my bed, pulling back my floral covers and tiptoeing my way to my bedroom door. I know it's past curfew but I had to see who was using our lift! I slowly turn the handle, hoping that they've not locked it! After about a minute of me trying to open my door I finally hear a click and the door slides open. I quickly stick my head out the gap between the wall and the slightly ajar door, and scan the corridor. Once I'm sure it's a Peacekeeper free zone I quietly slide the door open a little bit more, just wide enough for my petite body to squeeze through. I add a little bit of weight to each step, making sure to keep extra quiet passing my prep teams room and in no time I'm a few feet away from my goal!

"Excuse me miss.... It's past curfew! I'm going to have to escort you back to your room!" A voice behind me booms out across the hall. I freeze, knowing I've been caught. I slowly turn around, facing my enemy in the eyes. He's probably around fifty, he has a bald head from what I can see and a very long nose! I clear my throat, getting ready to make a big speech but before I can a door across the hall opens, revealing a very grumpy Finnick.... Whoops?

"MARIAH WHAT IN THE NAME OF POSEIDON IS GOING ON HERE??!" He shouts at both of us, his trident gripped tightly in his hands.
"Oh... Well... Funny question that...." I stutter, but before he can answer I swiftly punch the Peacekeeper in the stomach. He grabs his stomach before collapsing to the ground. He tries to grab his gun but I kick it towards Finnick, who then picks it up and takes it into his room. He gives me a 'We shall talk later' look before he vanishes back into his room.

I approach the lift and press the roof setting, before stepping onto the soft carpet. I take a deep breath as the doors swiftly close and the lift slowly raises. I don't really know what I'm expecting to see up there, for all I know it could be President Snow! That would actually be quite fun though! I could walk up to him and ask him if he would get me a unicorn for Christmas! Get it? He looks like Santa? Anyone? I thought that was AMAZAYN! Still too soon for the Zayn card? Okay....

As the lift came to a stop, I took a deep breath and stepped forward. But me forgetting that the door needs to open before you can actually step out I crashed into the glass before collapsing to the ground. I was just about to 'attempt' to get up when a male voice whispers in my ear.
"You want some help there babe?" I turned to face the District 2 boy, Eric, smirking at me. He held out his hand, which I pushed away and pulled myself up using the plant pot to the side of me. He laughed before turning around and sitting on the nearest bench, gazing into the distance. I went to sit on the other bench when something made me nearly drop dead.....

It was President Snow.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 02, 2016 ⏰

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