You can say that I was completely devastated when Finnick died in MJ- well, who wouldn't be? So I decided to do a little something in honor of him. xD Oh yeah, and please read the author note at the end!

They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before you- I don't know if that's what happened to Finnick when he was being mobbed to death by the mutts, but here I am now, flipping through our old scrapbook from childhood, flashing our life before me- my first stop; the pearl.

62nd Hunger Games (age 11)-

"No Finnick! Aunt Ellie said we couldn't touch those!" I called after him as he cautiously examined the sea urchins closely, almost poking an eye out. "Finnick!" The crashing waves from the ocean almost drowned out my voice.

He chuckled in a soft voice. "Don't worry, Annie- it can't kill me. But look how fascinating they are," he pointed towards a deep blue spiked ball in the shallow waters; fascinating they were, looking as if they were human, breathing in and out- relaxed and calm. "Look Annie! Clams!" Finnick's face shined with happiness as he made his way over to his discovery.

"Clams?" I asked, disgusted. How can someone get so excited about clams? They were gray, ugly, gave off a bad stench raw, and tasted horrid. "Don't go near them, Finnick," I warned. "If you stay too close to them, you'll smell horrible and turn ugly just like they are," I pointed towards the seemingly harmless creatures. "And knowing Mr. Finnick James Odair, he wouldn't want to turn his pretty face into something dreadful would he?" I smirked- he takes a half-hour just to figure out which side his hair should point towards, and that's just his record time.

"Who said ugly things couldn't produce something beautiful?" a voice came from behind me.

I jumped in shock and my natural instincts took over, kicking sand into the strangers face. I turned around, ready to attack anyone who came close, only to find a certain boy coughing up dust. "Finnick!" I gasped and slammed his back hard as he coughed up a cloud of dust. "Sorry…"

"Don't tell me you're sorry- you almost made me drop it!" he exclaimed, patting his pockets to make sure whatever 'it' was, was there.

"Drop what?" I asked, perplexed. "Your comb? Lipstick?" I teased. "Eye shadow?" Laughing, I turned to gaze at the sea in front of us, a deep clear blue- you probably can't see a sight like this anywhere but here.

"This," Finnick whispered from behind me. I spun around as he unraveled his fist, exposing a perfect tiny, milky white sphere.

"A pearl," I whispered equally low, entranced by the small orb. I took it from him and held it up against the sun, making it shine in the light.

"And where do pearls come from, Ms. Annie Cresta?" he asked, grinning. Realization hit me as I was engrossed by the spectacular object.

"The clams?" my head spun in that direction and I focused on the gray lumpy creatures. I would've believed it more if they weren't so…unattractive.

"Mhm- you want to see proof?" he held out a small clam from behind him and opened it up. Sure enough, there was a small imprint sitting on it's cushion…thing- just small enough to cradle something as perfect as that pearl.

"Alright fine, that magnificent pearl came from- that," I sigh in defeat, waving my hand towards the creature. ,"But that doesn't mean I change my opinions about them,"

"That's fine with me- though what do you say now?" he grinned broadly, the sun making his teeth gleam.

I groaned and recited as quietly as I could, "Finnick James Odair is the most dazzling boy to ever step on the ground on this planet and all of Panem would be lost without his amazing looks and great brilliance,"

"Alrightie then," he smiled. "Now let's get home, I hear Aunt Ellie's making clam soup," Finnick teased as he ran back, towards the sunset, with me smiling as I trailed behind.

That night, as I got ready for bed, I felt a smooth surface on my pillow. I turned on the lamp and the dim glow filled my room. On my cushion was the same pearl Finnick had found this afternoon and a small strip of paper next to it that said

"Who said ugly things couldn't produce something beautiful?"

Needless to say, that from that day on, my opinions on clams considerably changed.

End

A/N- So what I'm planning on doing is to have a few more of these flashbacks scenes, all the way up to some part in Mockingjay- some made-up, some from the series. Maybe 5, 6 more? But (yes, very important- the 'but') if you guys want me to continue, I'd be more than happy to. And (another important part- the 'and') if you guys have any requests you want me to write about or any scenes that aren't mentioned in the series but you think might've happened in their lives, feel free to tell me in a review or a PM. Thanks for reading and please review! :] (and I do not have anything against clams!)