A/N: I wanted to make an Annie and Finnick story, Yes this will be her games, and Finnick's and her's pov. Yes I know there are many stories like this, But I feel mine will be a bit different. Plzread enjoy and review if you want. And YES there will be future lemons ok.
Annie's POV
The sun hits my eye, forcing me to wake up. I slowly stretch my arms. When it hits me. Today's reaping day. I slowly sit up trying not to wake my older sister, from her slumber. Sadly it creaked and she woke up."Ann stop moving," Valisa says angrily. She turns and her eyes meet mine. "What's wrong?" she asks. "Nothing, don't worry, go to sleep" I say calmly. She turns and goes to light sleep.
I've always fought with my sister when we were younger, always saying I hated her. But now were older, and soon realized she can be taken away from me any moment in the reaping. We got closer, but she wasn't the physical loving sister, and we never told each we loved each other. But we knew it.
She's 20, not needing to worry about having her named called. Unlike me who has three more years til I'm free from the games. I remember the day her name was called. She was 12 , I felt like the world stopped I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was falling in a dark hole and couldn't get out. When she volunteered. Melissa Davenport. She was 15 I knew her. My father worked with her father in netting business. She didn't make it out. A career tribute Enobaria had trapped her and like a demon opened her throat with her teeth. I was 5 and still remember every moment. I always felt like I should have done something. Even though I couldn't but I swore on Mel's life if I ever met Enobaria I would attack her. Make her remember what she did to Mel when she saved my sisters life. I would make her suffer. I get up and make my way to my mom's room. I see her sleeping alone, my dad must have gone to work already. She took a day off from the shop to be with us. I grab a rag and a bucket. I make myself a bath and wash myself careful to wash around my scars and dirty knees that never seem to go away. I grab one of my mother's hair soap, from the shop and wash my dark waves of hair. I get out making sure I leave everything neat for my sister to take a bath.
Reaping starts in a hour and go into my mom's room. She already up and holds up a sea-green, long sleeved, knee length dress. I look at her amazed by it's beauty. She smiles," Betrice gave it to me, it was Mel's when she was your age, she told me to give it to you for good luck." I smile a tear threatening to fall out knowing it's Mel's But I hate crying in front of others Always have.
I reach out to grab it and feel, it's marshmallow softness. I never bought dresses I usually worn my sisters or mothers handy downs. Or I would make my own with old cloth. I was tall for my age, my body grown more than the skinny small girls in school. Unlike others I had curves, long slim legs, strong arms and shoulders.
When I look at myself in our small mirror, I'm amazed. "You look just like Mel when she wore this" she says in a hoarse voice. I turn and hug her Mel was like her niece. I know it's a lie Mel looked nothing like me. She was tall and bony, with straight, long blonde hair and fair skin to go along with her beautiful hazel eyes. The opposite of my black- brownish thick wavy hair, tan skin and dark green eyes that look almost brown. I looked like the typical district 4 girl.
Valisa comes in and sees my dress. "Mel,' she says in a whisper. She always felt like it should have been her to go games. Mel volunteered to save my sister she knew how much I loved her. I pull away from my mom "The bath's ready for you" I say. She keeps looking at my dress slowly walking to the closet. "Yeah I saw it, I just came to get my clothes." She picks a pale green dress shirt, and a white skirt. And quickly leaves without looking at us. My mother sighs.
'Don't worry you know how she feels about Mel" I say. She nods. My mother has always been weak, not being able to handle the truth, and depressed. I leave for her to get dressed. Grabbing my shell necklace.
Were heading out to the square when I spot Joanne. I smile at her as she waits in the 15 year old line. I hug my family, and walk over to the line. "Hey guess who I see," she points to the stage. I smile. It's Finnick Odair. I know him we were in school together and friends when I was 10. But we grew apart when he was chosen for the games. We never talked after that we barely saw each other. In school or when I walked around. Then he became known and every girl in Panem wanted him. I always saw him as a friend but I couldn't deny that he wasn't attractive. But I've never really cared for guys.
I groan when our escort Shelly Star makes her way to the stage. I've always hated her superficial name and how she had to be District 4's escort. She wearing blue wig with shells, and a blue dress. She makes the mandatory speech on the hunger games and how it's honor to be here. Me and Joanne giggle at her accent. When my heart starts to race. "Ladies first' she says on a too happy tone. Not me, please not me. She reaches her small hand in the bowl and pulls out a slip. Please not me. When she starts saying the name I know it's me. "Annie Cresta" Fuck.
A/N: Yes she does curse no big deal ill update soon follow and review.