Hi! This is my newest story! I am going to be writing more POVs for the Hunger Games because I absolutely love writing Johanna's so I have decided to write more! Just to let you know, you haven't read Mockingjay you shouldn't read this story. You can read some of my other ones though. Anyway, hopefully I am not horrible at writing in a boy's POV! Please review and favorite!
~MiKayla
P.S. If you had no idea what I was talking about when I mentioned my Johanna story, I suggest you check out my profile. Just a thought.
I sit on the edge of the water, about to fall in. I want to fall in. My name is Finnick Odair. I live and breathe. I live in District 4. I was a victor of the Hunger Games. I am abused by the Capitol. It all started the reaping of the 66th Hunger Games.
"Come on Finnick we have to go!" My little sister yells at me from down stairs. We are richer than the other people here in four. My dad owns a boat that is used to fish crabs. Crabs are only eaten in the Capitol. I have never tasted one.
I quickly throw on a blue button down shirt and somewhat tie my yellow tie on. I run down stairs and grab by brown coat because it is in the midst of fall when it is cool. I make my way into the courtyard. In the middle is a statue of Poseidon from ancient times when the world first started. He is holding a trident. My mind flashes back to the day I got my first trident. It was only three years ago when I turned eleven.
My dad took me to the shop. He had me hold every one of those tridents and none of them worked. My dad paid a lot of money for my very own trident. He had it crafted out of the finest driftwood with green paint over it. My dad normally does crabbing but I loved my trident. I wasn't natural at all. My first try, I stabbed my foot and had a broken foot. I never stopped thinking about the water though.
I find my place with all my other friends. Next year, my sister will be crying because it will be her first reaping.
"You gonna get picked?" Daniel asks me. I shove him.
"No you are!" We love to kid about this kind of thing. None of us want to get picked. We are supposed to because we live in one of the richer districts. It is supposed to be a honor. We all joke around, making fun of Noah and his new girlfriend. He gets a new one every month. However, when the mayor comes up to the stage we don't stop. We make stupid hand signals at each other and end up in a fierce thumb war competition.
Suddenly, I hear my name being called. My world stops. Noah and Daniel look at me like, Get up there dude! I fumble my way up the stairs to the platform. I look up to the screens to see my eyes as big as watermelons. I am hardly breathing. No one volunteers.
When it is time for us to say goodbye, my family comes in. My dad is the most cheerful. All my sister does is cry. Daniel and Noah come in. We have one final thumb war, which I end up winning. They give me my token, a leather bracelet that has the words "Wars of the Sea." A bunch of girls come in. They all start crying that I am leaving. I promise them I will try to come back and they end up being dragged out.
We head on the train stations as we pull away. The last thing I see of District 4 is the ocean with my dad's crabbing boat floating in the middle of it. My mentor comes in, an older middle aged lady, named Mags. She won one of the first games. She is the only one of us alive to remember the dark days. She could be my grandmother. She sure acts like one.
There are some people that are way too nice to be victors. Mags is one of them. I remember watching another girl a few years back named Cecelia, who was also way to nice to win. I wonder how they did it. It took a long time that the niceness was just a show.
"Hi." I give a half wave.
"Why, aren't you a handsome feller?" Mags sits next to me.
"So what are you good at?" She asks.
"Tridents." She nods and leaves. I could see her mind working as she left. She has a plan. Well, I do too. Mine ends with me coming home.