Hello, Secret Agent Spy Girl here. So my friend lost interest intrest in this story so i am continuing it for her. So you guys won't have to run around and look for it i copied it and its below. I literally don't own anything (not even plot in this chapter). I hope you enjoy sho here you go!

Preface:

She looked at me square in the eye. It was probably pandemonium in the capitol. People placing last minute bets on me and the girl I was trying to kill. We were the final two tributes of the 65th Hunger Games, after all. The Cornucopia lay directly behind me. I still remember the first day, rising up into the tree covered arena. Why hasn't she killed me yet? We're out in the open, nothings stopping her from stabbing me with her puny knife. I was tired of her little game. I didn't know what she was playing. I just wanted to go home. So I lifted my trident and hurled it at the young girl's chest. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the victor of the 65th Hunger Games, Finnick Odair!"

Chapter 1

Reaping Day. That's the first thing I think when I wake up.

Being 16, my name's in the reaping bowl 12 times. "Why so many times?" You might ask. Well, my mom's dead, my dad's poor, and I have 5 siblings to feed.

The reaping isn't until 2 o'clock, so I decide to swim. My dad bought me a new two-piece for my birthday, so I swim every chance I get.

The coast is practically empty. Probably because it's Reaping day, so everyone tries to get as much sleep as they can, seeing as how District 4 is a career district.

Besides me, there is one other group of people on the coast. Finnick Odair, the 19 year old, drop dead gorgeous sex god victor, and his stalkers. They aren't actually stalkers, just girls that follow him everywhere he goes.

"Hey Cresta, going swimming for the last time before your death sentence?" One of the girls shouted at me.

Everyone in District 4 knew that my family, the Cresta's, were one of the poorest families. Maybe that's why I have no friends, why I'm an alien ot the other children.

"Just to reassure you, Cresta, my bets WON'T be going to you!" A girl, Odair's age, shouted at me while laughing.

Ignoring them, I looked at Odair. He was staring at something to the side of me, trying to avoid my gaze, lookig very uncomfortable.

'What's up with him?' I thought to myself.

A tall, blonde, slutty stalker, in nothing but a tight and revealing bikini who, might I add, was holding hands with Odair, answered my question. "Come on, Finny, let's go before someone sees us with that thing."

Wow. In 10 seconds, I went from being an alien to a thing. Wow.

I snuck a look at him. He was staring straight at me. I tried to look away, to pretend like I never even noticed him.

There was something in his eyes though, that kept me staring. It was a look of regret, pain, misery, remorse, and guilt all mixed together.

I couldn't tell if the look was because he felt sorry that his girlfriend was a bitch, or that he knew I was more than likely going to be sentenced to death in a few hours.

But there was one thing I was certain of. And that thing was that Finnick Odair cared about me, Annie Cresta. That fact had just made Reaping Day a little better.

Chapter 2

Have you ever been in a situation where two of your younger sisters are trying to do your hair, your older sister is looking everywhere for a nice dress for you, your older brother is yelling at everyone to "hurry or we'll be late", and your younger brother is attempting to wake up your father who's passed out drunk on the couch?

You have? Then you know exactly how I feel. My father can't get arrested again, or else we'll be sent to the community home. I just can't go there.

Finally, after 2 long, painful hours of my life, my sisters had done my hair and found me a dress. Luckily, my father has finally aroused and is now complaining about his hangover.

"Finally you idiots are finished. I thought for sure we were gonna- wow. Annie, wow." My older brother was referring to my reaping outfit.

Looking in the mirror, I can see the amazing job my sisters did. My hair, long and bronze, was braided in a thick braid around the crown of my head. My dress complimented my hair with the simplicity of it. It was pale green, sleeveless, and fell to my knees in waves of fabric. I was stunning.

The square was decorated for reaping day. Cameras set up on all the rooftops, peacekeepers and capitol officials setting up the stage, children in their finest clothes being herded into the right spot according to age. I went to the area for 16 year olds, while my siblings went to their places.

Finally, 2 o'clock rolled around and the mayor took the stage while Tara Nighthawk, District 4's capitol escort, took her seat on the stage. Then, this year's mentors were introduced, Finnick Odair, and Mags, an 80 year old woman with jumbled up speach, and who had a faint smell of toffee.

The mayor went through his usual speech about the Dark Days, and District 13, and how the Hunger Games started.

"...then the Hunger Games were born. Now, to Tara Nighthawk with this year's tributes!" the mayor said, gesturing to our ridiculous escort with green hair and a bright pink dress.

"Alright ladies shall we?" she asked. "And may the odds be ever in your favor. Almost like in slow motion she dipped her hand into the bowl and dug around for a bit. "Here we, ANNIE CRESTA!" she exclaimed

I couldn't believe, I didn't want to believe. But I had too. The only thing that kept me from screaming was that my heart was in my throat and all the blood rushed out of my head. The only thing I could manage was a barely audible squeak.

"Well come on dears hurry up here please, we haven't gotten all," Tara said into the microphone. I couldn't move, I felt like I was cased into cement. My muscles froze and cramped so badly that I almost started to cry, the only thing keeping me from was that I needed to be the bigger person so my little sisters wouldn't be scared. Then it occurred to me, District 4 was a career district, yet only the wind offered to take my place. Growing impatient with my stalling two rather large peacekeeper split through the crowd like Moses and grabbed my arms on either side dragging up to the stage.

When I looked I saw Finnick and Mags staring at me. Mags, although she usually seemed a little lost knew perfectly what was going on and she herself looked like she was going to cry. Then I glanced at Finnick, he had an expression that I had never seen before, it looked he was going to be sick, but there was pity spread across his face as well.

"Doesn't she look stunning, let's give her a round of applause everybody," Tara squeaked into the microphone again. No one moved all the people who made fun, all the people who laughed and made my life hell, including the bitch who I encountered early, just stared at their feet. Then I heard it, small little cries that I knew where my little sisters'. So badly I wanted to run over to them and hug them and tell them that it will be alright, but I knew that would be a lie and the last I wanted to say to my sisters was not going to be a lie.

"Well, no for the boys shall we," she continued, she dropped her dainty little hand into the reaping bowl and dug around for a while for dramatic effect. "Here were are, Liam…" her voice caught in her throat and she looked at me then back to the card then back to me. "Liam Cresta," she said in a much quieter voice.

'NO' I thought, 'please for the love of god someone volunteer. But the crowd was just as eager to volunteer as they were for me. I stared at him and all he could do was look right back at me. Liam Cresta, my thirteen year old brother, I was going to have to kill him. You know what they say; family only goes so far in the arena.

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PS: what should i name my dog: pancake, patrick, or mr. fancy pants?