Hi Hi friends, this is my first fanfiction ever! So please excuse the possible grammatical errors. I am so excited to continue writing. Every time I update this fanfic, I will post a song that relates to the chapter or something I listened to while writing. Hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games Series, I wish I did but I don't.

Song of the Chapter: Land of Sea by Chris and Thomas- One of my newest favorite songs! I love it.

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The first time I had ever seen the emerald eyes of Annie Cresta was the day of the reaping. It was a sunny, hot day in District Four. The end of the school year brought on the selection of tributes for the Hunger Games. This year was the seventieth year, I wondered if they were going to spice up the arena for this year's games. I sat down as the crowds of children and their parents entered the square where the reaping takes place. As the last few people, our mayor Ferguson Cascade gives a speech about the importance of the games.

I always tune out myself during his ten minute speeches about the games. He of course, being the rich man he is, is quite oblivious to how the families of District 4 are affected. Or at least Cascade acts this way. I am Finnick Odair. I won the 65th Hunger Games at the age of fourteen. I am the youngest tribute ever to win. Now, I am nineteen years old and would do whatever to forget the games however, President Snow does anything in his power to make that not happen. I hate that this week Mags (my co-mentor) and I will be raising pigs for slaughters and we must act faithful that they might, per chance, survive.

Mags taps my shoulder to wake me from my trance. Mags is an older woman with thick, gray hair that is in tight ringlets. She has deep brown eyes and a very comforting aura about her. She mentored me and has become a second mother for me since my parents' death. There have been five Hunger Games winners from four. One of them has died however, besides Mags and me, there are two other victors. Aberdeen Thalmus and Marina Jetty are around the same age. Aberdeen is a liquor worshipping, burly man who won the 48th Hunger Games at age 16. Marina won the 53rd Hunger Games, she is in her late 30's and is married with kids. I've been mentoring since I was sixteen. My first year of mentoring, Marina was my co op, however, two years ago, she had twins so she had absolutely no time for the capitol to torture her anymore. Mags and I have become very close in the past years of mentoring with each other.

Vida Phoenix, our escort, looks just as pretentious as she did last year. Her hair is a dark shade of blue, which contrast with her ebony skin. Her eyelashes are just as strange as they've been in the past. They are thick and black with blue tinsel. Her lipstick is also blue. I guess this is year of blue…

"Time to choose our tribute for the seventieth annual Hunger Games, who will be the lucky lady we will choose today," She announces loud and clear as she drops her hand into the clear bowl that has all of the females name slips inside. Her fingers grasp a tiny sheet of paper which reads, "Annie Cresta," The crowd went quiet as they usually do.

A tall willowy, girl with brown, wavy hair and eyes so green they could pierce your soul walked up the steps onto the stage slowly. No one was going to volunteer for the poor girl. You could tell how nervous she was. Her body was visibly shaking in her loose fitting white dress. She stood next to Vida and could barely look her in the eye as she shook Vida's hand.

"Now it's time to choose a young man, to join Annie," Vida broadcasts to the entire crowd. Her hands pull out another white slip. It reads, "Rowan Buckles,"

The crowd is truly in shock when a young boy that had to be around twelve walked up on the stage. His face and eyes were red from tears. I could tell this was going to be one terrible year of the Games. The worst part was, no one volunteered. This kid was going into this whole situation alone. Hate to say it, but there was no way he was getting out.

Mags tapped my shoulder and said "I can take care of Rowan, don't worry," As we waited for the tributes to say their goodbyes to their families.

Rowan was the first one out. He was completely in tears at this point. I am thankful Mags was going to mentor him.

"Hi Rowan. I am Mags, this is Finnick," She said pointing at me. "I will do all in my power to get you out of there," She said in the most comforting voice and gave him a smile. They were going to work great together. They walked off and continued to converse as they walked on the train.

Annie exited the room she was in and clearly looked frazzled. Her face was flushed probably from tears. "Hey," I smiled at her, "I'm Finnick, and I am your mentor. I can't promise you anything, but I can promise you that I will try my hardest to make this whole situation easier and try to get you out,"

She gave me a closed mouth smile. Annie was a pretty girl. She had a very natural, messy type of beauty. There was no makeup on her flawless skin because she simply did not need it. She seemed relatively strong, maybe she did have a chance. Her prep team would play up her looks a lot. Her eyes were so dazzling, I found myself wanting to really wanting to get to know this girl.

"No Finnick, do not start this. She has a 1/24 chance of living. Even if she did, you'd have no chance," I scold myself in finding her attractive.

Annie does not respond to my gesture and we just walk to the train. It was going to be an agonizingly long train ride to the Capitol. I can only hope that things go smoothly from here, but the reality is, they probably won't.