Prologue

"Mr. Brunner, you said you wanted to see me after class?"
"Ah, yes, Finnick. Take a seat, please," said Mr. Brunner as he pointed to a chair in the classroom.
"Finnick," he continued, "You're a very special young man."
"No," Finnick argued, clearly agitated, "just because I have ADHD doesn't mean I'm different than anyone else in District 4."
"That's true. You are special, however, in ways you can't comprehend right now. May I ask you something?"
"Whatever," grunted Finnick.
"Are you considering," he studied Finnick's eyes, "volunteering on reaping day?"
"What makes you think that?"
"I've seen you training behind the school every afternoon."
"Well," Finnick started as he stood up, "I'm not interested in hearing you lecture me about why I shouldn't volunteer. I hear enough of that from my mom, already. Good afternoon, Mr. Brunner."
The teacher grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from leaving.
"Do it," he told Finnick.
"What?" the tan boy responded, completely shocked.
"You could win, Finnick. I know you could. Your father would help you."
"What the hell are you talking about? My father died before I was born, in a boating accident."
A huge grin slid on Mr. Brunner's face as he chuckled, "Maybe not, Finnick. Maybe not."

A/N: Okay, so I've wanted to write this for such a long time! Review please if you'd like me to continue? I would start from the very beginning of the story.
~Nathalie