Hi guys! I really appreciate you reading this – my first ever fanfiction! I'm an English thirteen year old and really hope that everything here is correct, however it is all in my opinion of what happened so please no "that didn't happen!" rubbish. Also may I add that this is English spelling (not the American way). I must admit that I am very busy school girl and may find it hard to update on a regular basis but will never abandon this fanfic without notice! I will have to warn you that some scenes are violent, but I will warn you when any one those pop up! Thank you, and all reviews are much appreciated. Enjoy!
My name is Annie Cresta. I am sixteen and a half. I live in District 4, Zone A.
District 4 is a pretty, quaint district. It is surrounded by water. There are many beaches but few sandy ones (they're all pebble). From any point here you can see the sea, hear it crashing against the paint white cliffes and the seagulls cry out all day and night, even in the most inland part of the district. It's probably the nicest area of Panem. Much better than the Capitol, which would be lovely if only the wigs and make up didn't exist.
My whole life I have been brought up in a Hunger Games adoring family. Myself and my two elder brothers have been training since we were old enough – so seven – at the District 4 Academy For The Training Of Victors. It's hard work but we all love it. It's great; not only does it completely prepare you physically for The Hunger Games but it also teaches you great life skills such as what food is poisonous, how to light fires and other stuff like that. The trainers are great and sometimes past District 4 victors come in to show us how to fight.
We have had many victors here in District 4, the most famous being the Capitol daydream, Finnick Odair. I don't have a crush on him or practically stalk him until peacekeepers threaten to kill me, however I must admit he is an excellent fighter. He can use any weapon in any way and kill someone with it in less than a minute. He is what makes District 4 famous. Not Mags, or Sirian, or Francesca or anyone as amazing as they all are. For he is the youngest and most handsome victor to date. Do I like him? Of course not! I stalked his every move a couple of years back but gave that up ages ago, especially since I couldn't get into the Victor's Village without the risk of peacekeepers shooting me like they do with everyone here who does something wrong. Did I mention peacekeepers? Don't think so, but you really need to know that they are weird men with funny walks and pathetic white uniforms who'll do anything from half kill you to kill you. I've heard that some districts have completely laid-back peacekeepers who do illegal things themselves, but the ones in Four aren't a little thing like that. They expect all of us to act like they want us too, but obviously that's not even possible. We want to be free from all of this cruelty. We have to rebel against them for that ultimate, much-wanted freedom. Life may be fine in District Four – we get enough food and water, and the jobs are decent – but it's just not good enough.
And as I look out of the window of my bedroom early this morning I spy more and more of these monsters coming in on their trucks. I want to cry, seeing them all control us, but I refuse to. For today is Reaping Day, and what happens depends entirely on the behaviour of others.