Okay, my new story is about Finnick's games, but with a twist. What if Annie didn't exist? What if Finnick wasn't a career? What if Katniss and Peeta weren't the only star-crossed lovers? And what if Finnick was Seventeen in his games?
Megan
Finnick POV:
"Mother, I'm not going to get picked." I tryed to calm her, she shook her head. "Okay, but if you do, I want you to prove a point." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. Why did she have to do this to me every year? "A point?" I asked, wanting to get some relatively sane answers out of the women. "Bring the girl home, prove that your not a career. Anything!" She shook my shoulders, I swear that women is going crazy. Ever since the new rule had been enforced she wanted me to bring the girl back from the games, but, knowing District four tributes the girl would probably be a ruthless killer. A career. "Whatever." My voice was dry and irritated, she ignored my negitive response and pushed me foward towards the peacekeeper signing in the teens. "Finger please." He comanded, a strange smirk on his face. I held my finger out in front of me, the pain of the needle was numbed quickly, it didn't hurt after the six times I have had it done before, and I am seventeen, not twelve. "Next please." He ushered me away, I walked over to the seventeen year olds and stood with my friends. "Pretty boy gonna get picked today?" One of my friends remarked, I scowled at him. I hate that nickname.
After all of the announcments and the film from the Capitol our escort walked over to the girls' reaping bowl. "Ladies first!" She smiled dipping her hand into the bowl. "I volenteer!" A girl shouted, pushing through the crowd of people. "And what might your name be?" The escort asked in her over the top Capitol accent. "Blue Atkins." She said proudly, that girl disgusted me already. "Well, let me hear a round of applause for Blue Atkins, our newest female tribute from district four!" A small wave of applause built up, stopping once the escort waled over to the boys bowl. "Any volenteers?" She asked, nobody responded. That's strange. "Okay, so the boy is... Finnick Odair!" Everybody turned to me, my eyes widened. As I walked past everyone and onto the stage I glance back at my mother, she was sobbing, shouting something at me.