Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games. Suzanne Collins does. I wish i did though. :/

I sit patiently, getting irritated by the minute because we haven't caught a single fish all morning. I shift my feet from one to another. My father just shakes his head at me.

"Be patient, Finnick. Fish don't just jump into our hands. If it was that easy, we would have caught a bundle by now." He whispers.

I let out an exasperated sigh and just wait there. It's been half an hour and we only caught a measly trout. I look around, trying to find a fish. I turn around and scan the horizon. It's getting dark. No luck today. I turn around and my eyes widen as I see a dark shape close to here. I grab my father's attention and motion him to look here. He mouths me to catch it. I take a deep breath. It's getting closer now. This is my moment. I ready my trident like my father told me how.

"Balance your weight and hold it near the edge. Then you pull your arm back and release." I throw the trident but it just scratches the target. He nods. "That's a good first try. This means you're learning. Now try again." I throw again, this time hitting the center. I smile at him and he gives me the thumbs up.

I throw, hitting the fish. It stops and floats upwards dead. I grab it and haul it up to our little hut. It's a pretty big catch and can feed us for a couple of days.

Father looks at me proudly and says, "That's my son!"

That night, we had my fish and clam chowder for dinner. It was my favorite dinner I ever had. It's pretty late by the time I finish dinner but I can't sleep. The reaping is only a week away. I know I'm not going to volunteer because I am only 15 but what if I was picked? That question has been troubling me ever since. I try to sleep but I just can't. I'm tossing and turning for a while until I get the urge to take a walk. My Father wouldn't mind. I put on my clothing and walk towards the beach. Then I hear someone scream. I run to the shore and see a girl drowning. I jump in after her without thinking. What are you doing? My head screams to myself. I kick the water and adrenaline is pumping through allowing me to swim faster than before. I can't let someone die right in front of me. I manage to grab her but she's barely conscious. I feel weak and I'm starting to get pulled down by the water. I kick and struggle against it. Somehow, I manage to make it to the shore. She opens her beautiful sea green eyes and gasps slowly. She looks panicked and starts to cry.

"What's your name?" I ask her out of curiosity.

"A-Annie" she says fearfully.

"Well, don't worry Annie, you're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you. No one will. I'll take care of you, I promise." I reassure her. She smiles weakly at me, and then falls asleep. I watch her, keeping an eye out for her. I don't know why I'm even here for her, but I'll find out eventually. I feel drowsy and sleep is overcoming me. I let it take over and it washes me away like the cool breeze in the ocean mist.

R&R all! This is my first Fanfic. Tell me how i did. :) I think Finnick is the best! I need a Beta Reader! ASAP!

~TrueStories4Life