I was walking across the beach. Admiring the sand. I sat down and played with my bronze, curly hair. Across from me, a young girl probably about 1 or 2 years younger than me was doing the same thing. She stopped and looked over at me, with her green eyes that sparkled in the sun. She quickly started playing with her hair again. I walked over to her, introducing myself as Finnick Odair. "But you can call me Finn," I quickly added.
"I'm Annie Cresta. I'm 7, almost eight. Nice to meet you, Finn Odair." She grabbed a hold of my hand and shook it. I blushed. She didn't let go and kept shaking it until I pulled my hand away from her.
"Would you like to swim with me, Annie?" I asked.
"I-I..." Tears started filling up in Annie's eyes. "I can't swim!" She blurted out.
"Hey, it's okay. No need to cry, Annie. I'll teach you how to swim," I said. She sniffled.
"Y-You will?"
"Of course," I said. I took her hand and we went into the water. The water was already covering her ankles. They were barley covering my feet. I was still holding her hand. We went deeper, until Annie's neck was almost covered.
"Finnick! Help!" Annie screamed. I didn't say anything. I just held her until she calmed down. I taught her. She was swimming on her own.
"F-Finn! Look! I'm swimming on my own," Annie exclaimed.
"Good Job!" I said and gave her thumbs up. She swam for about an hour.
"Finn, I have to go. But it was nice meeting you, and thank you for helping me swim on my own," Annie said.
"No problem," I said. As she walks to her house, I am hoping I can see her again.