I don't own the hunger games, or Finnick(I wish I did;D). P.S. Annie is not a part of the story and in this one she doesn't exist sorry annie lovers.
Finnick's POV
Today is the worst day of the year, The Reaping. My mother woke me up late, and rushed me around to get ready. We all missed breakfast. Now I'm waiting with the other fourteen years olds to see who will be the unlucky one going into the arena.
District Four's escort comes out and we watch the video about the rebellion. All I can think about is how weird Escort what's her face purple skin is. Why do they dye their skin anyway, it just makes them look creepy.
The purple lady stands up and in an overly cheerful voice says, "Now we will announce District Four's Sixty fifth female tribute!" She puts her hand in the bowl and yanks out a paper. She unfolds it and calls, "Natalia Swan!"
No. I can't be her, anyone but Tali. Yet there she is, shaking like crazy walking up to the stage. She must be so scared. The purple lady adds, "Is there any volunteers?" No one makes a sound.
"So, let's move on to the boys!" She pulls a paper out of the boy's bowl and says, "Finnick Odair!" This day just gets better and better. I slowly walk towards the front and look at purple lady. "Now shake hands and don't be shy!" I wish I could slap her so bad. However, instead I hastily shake Natalia hand.
They whisk us into to the justice building for our goodbyes. Mom and Dad rush in and give me a big embrace. Mom gently sobs and mumbles, "This shouldn't have happened, you're so young." After that she completely is overcome by her tears.
Dad hands me a piece of knotted rope and says, "I know this isn't a lot, but it's the best thing to represent home and I want it to be your district token." I look at the rope nod in thanks, which is all I can manage, or I'll burst into tears myself.
A peacekeeper walks in and says, "Time's up." Mom's tears grow even larger, and Dad has to pull her out. No one else comes and I have to wait another hour or so until some peacekeepers come and get me.
They bring our escort, mentor, Natalia, and I to the train. I look around the immensely lavish train, still processing the events of the day. This is really happening; I am going to be in the sixty fifth Hunger Games.
Sorry its so short I plan to write more soon