Chapter 1:
When they called his name, I'd be lying if I said I didn't mind. I watched as he walked to the stage, his golden hair falling in waves just above his shoulders, his beautiful tanned skin seemed to reflect the sun. He strode up the steps, seeming not to even care that, in a few short weeks, he could potentially be dead.
During his interview, he was so confident. I could see every young girl in the Capitol swoon over him, and for some reason, this got to me. I have no idea why, but seeing all these girls fall to their knees over him, almost made me jealous. I'd never even spoken to him. Every now and again, I'd make eye contact with him and he always held my gaze for a little too long. Every night from then on I had nightmares of watching him be brutally murdered by another tribute. While he was in the arena, he was showered with gifts from sponsored. There was no doubt he would win. As I watched as he was crowned the victor, something stirred in me.
We all gathered in the square to watch as he returned home. He looked so beautiful. But something seemed wrong to me. Later that evening, I took a walk along the beach. My dark curls danced around my face. Then I saw him, sitting alone at the water's edge. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I leave him be? Should I talk to him? Before I could make up my mind, my feet stared moving towards him. I sat down on the sand next to him. "Hi I'm Annie Cresta". He turned his head and gave me a warm smile. "Hi I'm Finnick Odair".