HC45- Annie was 13 when her name was pulled out of that ever so large glass bowl. The last Victor had been Finnick Odiar, she had high expectations to live up to. She went into the games as the girl just trying to survive. It had started to rain, and never stopped, the water just kept rising and rising when finally it was as if the gamemakers decided to flood the entire arena above the treeline. She swam, and swam, cringing as each cannon sounded. She was starting to drift onto an unwanted sleep as she clung to a small piece of driftwood, when the last cannon fired. The hovercraft carried her away, and the last thing she saw before she drifted our of consciousness was the notorious Finnick holding her tightly.