I am Finnick Odair. I am from District 4. I am only 14 years old. I have just been reaped for the 65th Hunger Games. Me and the female tribute, Hazel Solidpath, were led to the train. We boarded it and arrived at the capitol of Panem within five hours.

Hazel and I were always close friends. We explored the floor for our district, led by Mags, our mentor. She had won the 11th Games, so she was pretty old. The poor old lady couldn't even talk. She used sign language and writing to communicate.

I grew close to our mentor, escort, and stylist. They kept saying how friendly I was. It made me laugh. The tribute parade was the next day at ten o'clock in the morning.

We ended up wearing blue clothes to represent water. In District 4, we were fishermen and fisherwomen. We easily went through the parade.

"Welcome to the 65th Annual Hunger Games!" President Snow had said. Then we went back to the tribute center. I explored my way to the training place. I wasn't allowed to train today, so I only looked around. This was going to be fun.

I slept well that night. The next morning we got our training outfits and began training for the next two weeks. I found myself best with a trident. Long and deadly. I liked it. That was the skill I performed to the gamemakers at the end of the two weeks. I got an eleven. It made me confident for the Games, which began tomorrow. I went to the interview with Caesar. He had lime green hair this year.

When I walked out and sat next to him, I grinned.

"So, Finnick, did you help he fishermen back at home?"

"Yeah. I actually have been fishing with them since I was five." I opened up.

"Your parents are fishermen too, I assume?" Caesar guessed.

"Yup." I simply answered.

"What would you do in your free time?"

"In my free time, I'd play with friends. I didn't have time for school. I worked my butt off every day. Sometimes I'd end up in the water from a strong fish." I laughed. "Good times."

"What do you think the arena will be this year?" Caesar was trying to make me think hard.

I frowned, and then scratched my head thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know, Caesar. Could be anything from forests to tropics or arctic tundra. Maybe it'll have lava. Almost impossible to know until I see it for myself." Then I added, "What do you think?"

"Like you said, Finnick, it could be anything." Caesar replied.

I raised my eyebrows with a cocky grin. "Told you."

Caesar burst into laughter along with most of the crowd. When he stopped laughing he said, "Well, you certainly did, Finnick."

We stood up. He grabbed my hand and held it in the air. "Finnick Odair!"

I walked backstage, still smiling. I stretched my back. "Whoo! That was fun."

Hazel chuckled and Mags smiled with a nod. Together, the three of us went back to the tribute center. The Avox had left food for us, and, luckily, it was still hot. We ate it, gracefully.

When it was time for bed, I couldn't sleep at all. I went to the roof and watched Caesar finishing the interviews below. I smiled remembering mine from just minutes ago.

I sat there for a while. I was still the when it was past 9 P.M. I watched the clean up and everything. I wasn't tired, and besides, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, knowing that I could meet my end in the arena tomorrow.

I heard a voice behind me. "You going to stay up here all night?"

"No." I chuckled. "Maybe past midnight, but not all night, Hazel."

I turned to face her, raising my eyebrows. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light down on the stage go out. I stood up. An idea occurred to me. I walked towards the elevator and selected the first floor.

"Where are you going?" Hazel asked. She had gotten in with me.

"I wouldn't mind some night training." I said with a shrug.

"Are you even allowed to train?"

I didn't know the answer to that.

"Finnick?" She asked.

"No idea." I replied after a moment.

We arrived on the first floor. "You coming with me or going back to our floor?" I asked her.

"I'm going back up. We'll need our strength tomorrow. So, I am going to rest up and be ready."

"Okay." I looked at her. "Sleep well then. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Finnick." She turned and went back up in the elevator.

I left the building and walked over to the training center. They let me in and let me train. I spent a couple of hours fighting the orange beam figures. I was a sweaty, panting mess when I left at eleven. I made my way up to our floor in the tribute center.

I grabbed a quick drink of water. No one else was awake, so I quietly watched the capitol's TV. It was only replaying the interviews. I watched them until it was over. Then I got another drink and a midnight snack. I yawned and lay on the couch.

I looked at a clock. It was half an hour past midnight. We had to be up by six in the morning. I debated whether to stay up or go and sleep in my room.

I detected movement from one of the rooms. A person walked in a looked at me lying on the couch. I tipped my head to look back. "Hey, Mags."

She did some sign language for "can't sleep?"

"How would I be able to sleep knowing I might die tomorrow?" I answered. I sat up.

Mags shrugged. She went into a small kitchen area and got food and a drink. I ended up falling asleep before she came back into the room.