(A/N: My first fanfiction! I felt like I needed to put that there, like this is some kind of milestone. This was an incident of the plot bunnies late at night. Ok, I came back to edit this because I forgot the disclaimer.)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE FINNICK, ANNIE, THIER NAMELESS SON, OR THE HUNGER GAMES. I DIDN'T HAVE WITTY COMMENT TO USE AS THE DISCLAIMER, SO YOU GOT THIS INSTEAD.
If there was one thing I wanted more than anything, it was answers. Why did my mother only speak through hand gestures? Why did everyone cast glances at me when the rebellion or the hunger games was mentioned? Why was it taken as more than a good-natured joke when I said "For that my trident would like to meet you"? Why was my father such a taboo subject? And most of all, why was I looked at as a hero? I was just another odd Odair. My own father didn't stick around for me, so why were these people so interested in me? Why did grown me bow to me in the market and thank me for my service? Why did young children run up to me and ask for someone named "Finnick"'s autograph from me? I had questions, but what I needed was answers.
(A/N: A lot darker than it was intended to be. I must have some evil plot bunnies... Well, until next time,
Lemon-Made)