Hello readers! This is my first attempt at fanfiction and I'm kinda young, so please be gentle with me. It took me a while to come up with the idea of the story, because I wanted to be sure that it had never been done before. I'm pretty sure this is a completely new idea. Please review. I'm going to try and update the story as much as possible, but it all depends on school. Enjoy!

Disclamer: I (regretfully) don't own the Hunger Games or Soul Surfer or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, bee-" I smash the button on my alarm clock and it shuts off. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm sixteen years old and I live in Kauai, Hawaii. I am very competitive on account that my best guyfriend, Gale, is really into things like roller hockey, paintball, and tackle football. Of course, if he does something I have to as well. It's meant to be friendly competition… but we always end up going over board. What I love most is that when I play with the guys they don't go easy on me because I can take it. That means I get tackled, tumbled, and bruised just like everyone else. I don't mind at all though, to me getting black and blue after and awesome game of paintball is much better than being treated like a baby and not have been shot once! I have a sweet little sister named Primrose, but everyone calls her Prim. I love to surf. My father used to say that I have salt water in my veins. The problem is he's not here anymore, and never will be. Suddenly, I am overwelmed with memories.

"I wanna come too, Dad!" I had pouted.

"Sorry sweetie but the rocks in this surfing area are much to dangerous for an eleven year old. Even Gale's not going and he's thirteen!" Dad and his best friend Mr. Hawthorne were about to surf in a particularly rocky stretch of ocean. Mr. Hawthorne was Gale's Dad.

I pouted a bit more but relented.

"I'll be home in time for lunch!" He said merrily and flicked my braid.

I smiled at him, "You better tell me all about it!"

He nodded with mock seriousness, "Deal!" We shook hands firmly than burst out laughing.

Only, Dad never got to tell me all about it. He never was home in time for lunch. He and Mr. Hawthorne hit a bunch of rocks and were knocked out cold. No one was close enough to save them and they drowned. Almost every night I have horrible nightmares. I'm always screaming for dad to come back, but he never does. My mother, who was a former champion surfer, had loved Dad so much that she sort of succumbed to self-pity. For a whole year she wouldn't do anything, just sit and stare at the wall. Prim and I would hand feed her and tuck her into bed tonight. We would have starved if it hadn't been for the Hawthorne's. Unlike my mother, Hazelle (Gale's mom) went out and found herself a job. The pay was very good so she offered to help us. That, along with my part time job at a convenience store, kept us alive. Eventually, we coaxed Mom back to life and now, six years later, she was almost like a real mother again. Almost. From time to time she would suddenly stop talking in the middle of sentence and stare at something only she could see. But even that was getting less frequent and never lasted more than ten minutes. She started a pharmacy and now that the business is grown in size I no longer work at the convenience store, instead I take shifts at the pharmacy.

I am startled out of my thoughts when very loud pounding came from the stairs. Within seconds, my three best friends, Annie, Johanna, and Clove, had burst into my room. "Come on, Brainless!" Johanna said using her nickname for me. "It's already 6:15 and you're not even dressed!"

I groan and roll out of bed. I grab a navy blue bikini with white flowers on it and rush into the bathroom. I splash my face with water, quickly change, and put my long brown hair in its signature braid.

"HURRY UP!" Clove called. I wince; she can be very loud sometimes. Not wanting the whole house to be woken up I hasten to the door and grab my favorite surfboard: a green, blue, and white one that used to be my fathers.

We load out surfboards and towels into the "Mockingjay". In Hawaii the hardcore surfers ride old model cars with chipping paint and lots of rust. If you're lucky it won't have any cockroaches. It's referred to as a "surf beater", basically a car that you don't mind loading with sand, wet towels, surfboards, etc. Ours had been named "Mockingjay" after Dad's favorite bird.

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When we arrive at our favorite surfing spot we notice that we aren't alone. Three guys, who look to be about our age, were surfing just a bit to the right. All three of them were very muscular, one of them had bronze hair and the two others to were blondes.

Johanna's lips perked up into a smile when she saw them and strode over. Ever since Johanna's last boyfriend, Mitchell, hadn't worked out she had described herself as "Single and ready to mingle." I had laughed when I heard these words and told her that I am "Single and not ready to mingle." I wasn't interested in boys at the moment, at least not in a romantic way. I hadn't exactly had the best experience in dating. In my sixteen years I've dated three guys. Two cheated on me and the other one, who had seemed sweet at first, abused me. My friends have been trying to get me to give dating another try but considering my history I doubt that will be anytime soon.

Being the confidant and cocky one, Johanna swaggered right up to them. I a silky purr she asked, "Care to surf with us, boys?" A ridiculously good-looking bronze haired guy smirked, "Do you really think that you have the skill to surf with The Finnick Odair?" He struck a ridiculously provocative pose. Maybe if this had happened a few months ago this would have affected me but now… not so much. I snort, my expression half amused half disdainful, "The Finnick Odair?" One of the other boys chuckled, "You have perfect timing. I was just telling Finnick that whether he believes it or not that there are some girls out there that don't find him as attractive as he thinks! My name's Peeta Mellark. This is Cato." Peeta gestured to the third boy who hadn't spoken yet. For a reason unknown to me, I feel a smile forming. Usually, I only smile with my friends, Prim, or while surfing. "I'm Katniss. This is Johanna, Annie, and Clove."

Peeta's and mine eyes meet. His eyes are startling blue and I can't help but stare as I get lost in them. Clove clears her throat pointedly and said impatiently, "Well are we going to stand here having staring contests all day or are we actually going to surf?" I feel my cheeks heat up. How could I have let that happen?! What is wrong with me?! As I turn to head towards the beach I catch a glimpse of Peeta who's ears have turned bright red.

To avoid further embarrassment, I quickly bound into the sea. I sigh in contentment as the warm water engulfs me. I slowly paddle out deeper with the rest of the group. There aren't great waves at the moment so we are floating on our boards. If the weather channel is correct, waves should start rolling in soon. I see a wave and I'm about to mount my surfboard when suddenly I caught sight of something at the corner of my eye. Before I could react, the huge jaws of a fifteen-foot tiger shark covered the top of my board and my left arm. The water turned bright red. Blood. I thought in horror. My blood. I felt an overwhelming pain and a panicked shriek sounded. Wait a minute, that scream came from me!My vision was getting foggy and my arm was searing with pain. Some how I was able to muster up the strength to swim back to the beach shore. I could vaguely hear my friends screaming my name and the last thing I saw was a pair of concerned bright blue eyes hovering near my own.

That wasn't too bad was it? Reviews are very much appreciated!