I've looked through basically every fanfiction that has to do with Cato (I may or may not be obsessed with him), and I realized that there really aren't very many fics with Cato/OC. This will be entirely in my OC's POV unless it says otherwise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Lila and my other original characters. If I were Suzanne Collins, I'd be out partying with the cast, rolling around in my money and would actually have an idea of who Finnick is, but I'm not. *sigh*

I wake up with the sound of an alarm blaring into my right ear. I turn over lazily to turn it off and realize that it's already 1:30. On any normal day I might have just decided to roll back over and just sleep for the rest of the already half way over day, but then I remember that today is the reaping.

Great.

Here in District 4, it's customary for volunteers to go into the games. It happens more often in One and Two, but it's still common here. The Training Academy decides who is going to be volunteering each year. I've worked there for about 2 years now. My Mom died when I was 14, so after a few months of nearly starving I stumbled upon an application for a secretary job in the window of a nearby pool supply shop.

It's not much, but they feed me and gave me a small room to live in. Well, it is kind of more like a supply closet, but it gets the job done.

I decide to curl my hair and wear my purple dress. It goes just past my knees and is embellished with small rhinestones around the neckline. My mom bought it for me before she died.

Nobody knows how she died, but I have suspicions. My mother was the capitol-favorite victor, Finnick Odair's, sister. She never told me much about my Uncle Finnick. They stopped talking 3 or 4 years before I was born. I doubt he even knows I exsist. Nobody really knows that I exsist. I guess it's just a curse of being poor and a bit socially awkward.

I look at myself in the mirror and adjust my dress until I'm pleased. My usual brown, stringy, straight hair falls just below my ribs in loose curls, while my tan face and body contrast nicely with the lilac colored dress. I may not be the prettiest girl in the district, but I guess I'm not bad either. Mom used to tell me that I had gotten a lot of the same genes that Finnick got from our family. Either that means I'm really attractive, or I look like a guy.

I'll go with the latter.

I sigh and walk out my door and past the eerily silent weapon room. Then, I start making my way to the square where the reapings are held. Once I reach it, I find the sign in sheet and check the small box next to the name "Lila Odair" then head towards the sixteen year olds' section enough, our usual escort, Katherine Pendergraft, hops onto the stage and introduces the annoying video that I could recite in my sleep easily while I space out. You'd think that being rich and all, the capitol could come up with something a little more original. I mean, it is basically something a five year old could come up with. No matter how much you glamorize it though, the games are filled with blood and screams. I've never been a fan of either.

One time I got hit in the nose by a girl named Natalie back in the seventh grade because her boyfriend had tried flirting with me. A few hours later, I had been washing my face and I guess I bumped my nose wrong because I looked down to find the white washcloth soaked red, looked up into the mirror and dropped to the floor right there.

Natalie was always kind of a bitch. Everytime she walks by my desk at the Acadamy she mutters insults under her breath or just sends me death glares. From the whispers I've heard, she's the selected tribute for this year. Good, I think without remorse. Normally, I'd curse myself for thinking that, but as I said earlier, Natalie is a bitch. I don't get why she still hates me, but whatever. To each their own, right?

I snap out of my thoughts to hear Katherine preparing to call the boy tribute, but before she can read the name, a hand shoots up in the air and you can hear the words "I volunteer" blast through the square. I turn to see Riley, the 18 year old captain of the basketball team, rush up to the stage.

"Well, what do we have here? A volunteer? Congratulations…."

"Riley. Riley Daniels," he spits out cockily.

He thinks he's good. I've seen him in training though. To be honest, I'm not sure why they picked him. Sure, he's decent looking, but a pretty face can only get you so far in the games. "Alright. Girls, are you ready?" Katherine yells into the mic which causes an eruption of squeals from the girls. I roll my eyes and turn towards the stage in just enough time to hear what I think are my two least favorite words to ever come out of that annoying, odd looking capitol citizen's mouth.

"Lila Odair!"

It takes a moment to regester that it is actually my name. I turn to start walking up to the stage slowly, waiting for Natalie to screech that age volunteers when I lock eyes with the girl herself. That's when I get it.

She's not planning on volunteering. That bitch.

I can feel my hands start to shake slightly out of either fear or anger, but stop them quickly because I'm very aware of all the cameras watching on my every move. Up on the stage, Katherine tells Riley and me to shake hands with one another and we are quickly ushered into the Justice Building where we are supposed to say goodbye to our loved ones.

I already know that nobody is coming to visit me when they show me my room. I ask the peacekeeper if he could get me some water for the hour long wait while I'm sure Riley has a line of people waiting to see him that reaches the other side of Panem. I never get the water though as my thoughts bore me quickly and I fall asleep on the small leather couch.

My last thoughts before I fall asleep are ones I never planned on ever crossing my mind -

I'm going into the Hunger Games.

Please review and let me know what you think! It's my first fic that I'm putting on this site, so hopefully it's not too bad. Cato should be introduced within the next couple of chapters. Just so you guys know, this isn't going to be one of those stories where they meet and two days later they're sleeping together. Those stories get on my nerves. Anyway, please review. (: