This is my Katniss and Finnick fanfic. I've already written the whole thing, and I will update chapters about every 3/4 days. Leave me reviews, follow me, and if you like it, favourite :D Most of all, I hope you all enjoy it!
Katniss' POV
"Happy Hunger Games- and may the odds be ever in your favour." The voice of Effie Trinket echoed through District 12, amplified by the huge speakers suspended around the village square. It was a humid day, the sun bearing down on the population of the district. The flies were out in their thousands, buzzing around the faces of everyone. All this was a minor distraction to the 249 boys and girls between the ages of 12 and 18, standing in the square. It was reaping day for the 74th annual Hunger Games.
And I was feeling sick to my stomach. This was my 5th year of eligibility for the Games, so my name was automatically in 5 times. Unfortunately, I had been forced to take out tesserae –a helping of grain and oil to assist in keeping a family- several times. So my name had ended up in there 14 times.
As Effie Trinket, in her tight pink dress, ridiculously high heels and coral wig, tottered over to the girls reaping ball, I looked desperately at the mass of slips in there. My chances were 14 in thousands. Were the odds actually in my favour?
But as Effie plucked a slip from the bowl, staggered back to the microphone, opened the small piece of paper and read the name in her strong Capitol accent, I knew that they weren't.
The odds are not in my favour.
Finnick's POV
It was a cold day in District 4. A day where all work had been abandoned, and my family and I had travelled the 500 miles from our home to the centre of District 4. This was a huge district, and all 1,046 of the kids between 12 and 18 were packed into our square. Pearl Tyler, our district advisor, stood on the stage outside the Justice Building. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she was smitten with me.
I never understood it- just because I'm above average of most of the boys in this district. Don't any of these girls look for personality?
Still, I'm worshipped by every girl here, and even now, when Pearl is just seconds away from announcing which girl was been condemned to death this year, most of the girls are still staring at me.
Suddenly, Pearl is reading a name.
"Violet Fenugreek."
All the eyes flicked to this unlucky girl. She's plain looking, with auburn hair and grass green eyes. Tears spilt over her long black lashes as she walked up onto the stage. Pearl tried to speak to her for a while, but soon abandoned the idea, as Violet seemed unable to form words for shock. Pearl collected a name from the boy's bowl, and pulled it open. Before I knew it, she was reading the name.
And now, even the boy's eyes are on me.