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Unexpected sources help a spunky orphan in the search for her parents who have been missing since 1922.
Posted February 10, 2014
Posted December 25, 2013
Posted February 5, 2014
My sisters are absolutely obsessed about this movie. OMG! We have to go and see the play on Friday! My sisters also have to allways listen to their Annie CD? I have memorized all the lyrics to Maybe, Hard-Knock Life, Tommorow, Easy Street, We'd like to Thank you Herbert Hoover, You're never fully dressed without a smile, and sooo many more. That music is driving me absolutely insane! Along with that, wr own an Amnnie dress. My little sisters like to dress up it sinnibg Annie songs every waking moment. My family calls this " THe Annie Marathon ". The only movie we ever get to watch is Annie, and I can oly watch the nightly news with my mom and daf now. This frusterates me just soooooooooooooo much. I can't escape to find my sanity now! Whenever my cousins come over, we have to reherse the play Annie. I wish we could play more fun games instead of doing that. I can't even talk on the phone without the music drifting up into my room. I need to recover my sanity. Please, can someone, anyone give me advice? Reply to soccerlover. Thanks so much!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 25, 2014
Posted January 23, 2014
That daze of happiness I had before the asylum was built, when me and Finnick were safe, is completely shattered. And here I am. Kneeling on the floor, holding his hand like my life depends on it. Crying until I know he's alive. His hands are badly cut and bloody, his arm soaked in the red liquid. I try to stop the blood, and when it doesn't, I break down and hug him. <p>
As I snap back to reality, I realize I'm on the floor of the asylum and somebody is beckoning for me to release Finnick, to back away. I slowly realize that somebody is Katniss, and back away to the bent-up chairs. There, I crawl up on top, cover my ears, and cry. No reality is going to change my mind. I'll stay here until they help him. The easygoing boy who risked his life for mine. The one who was supposedly decapitated by mutts. <br>
The thought of that sends a wave of emotion through my brain. I feel tears dripping down my cheeks, Peeta's hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort the shivering girl who is curled up on a pile of chairs during a war. But he doesn't. <p>
Katniss is kneeling over Finnick, bandaging his arm and hands. This comforts me just by a little, but not enough to staunch my tears. I watch as he is taken to the back of the asylum to have his wounds inspected. To say he's okay. To say he's alive. To say he'll be there for me.
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