My little brother toddles up the stairs with his chubby feet. He can barely speak, but he sure is cute! His name is Jacob- Green eyes like mine, Bouncy, Curly hair that falls down to his forehead. He doesn't look like me at all. I'm weak and skinny. I am not pretty. Finnick Odair is pretty. The victor of the 65th annual Hunger Games. It's my little secret that I think he's pretty. It's not like I'm crushing over him or anything, like those girls from the capitol. I just think he's pretty. Pretty isn't really the word- Handsome. I see Finnick walking along the pier, going fishing and yes- sometimes even crying. I hear he has no family. Oh well, not my problem. But what is my problem is that tomorrow is reaping day- which means one boy and one girl from each district get chosen and fight to death on live television. I think that old lady Mags and Finnick Odair are going to be mentors this year. I take a quick shower and set out my beautiful reaping dress for tomorrow. I'm not planning on wearing it, but I just like admiring this dress. It's blue with squiggles and a small fish pin that my father gave me at the top. It reminds me of the sea. This could be my last real night on earth. I put on my dress and slip on some pink flats Clio, my older sister, gave to me. I grab my father's old jacket and wrap it around me for warmth. I open the quietly door so my mom, who is making dinner, won't hear me. I secure my jacket and walk to the pier. I sit down and remember that dreadful day here. That little boy drowned. I barely knew him, only once I had seen him at the beach.
"Help! Help!" A woman was crying because her son was in the water. My mom and I couldn't swim, but we were calling for help.
"Mama!" The boy called as water went in his mouth.
"Baby! We'll get you out soon!" And suddenly, he was gone. Just like that. The mom fell to her knees while a waterfall of tears fell from her eyes.
I look across me. I see Finnick Odair, staring at me with his green eyes. He walks over to me slowly. Am I crying? I feel my cheek and it's wet, and my tears are still streaming down my eyes.
"You Okay?" Finnick asks me. I nod, hopping he'll go away. "Annie, right?" I nod again. How did he know my name? "I like your dress, Annie. It's pretty," He says, playing around with the tail of my dress. He then quickly moves his eyes to my small fish pin. "I like that. Where did you get it?" Finnick asks.
"My father gave it to me," I quickly reply. He takes it off of my dress and examines it closely. "Do you know where your father got it?" Finnick asks me. "He made it. His mother taught him and his sister so they could sell them. You know, for money. And, my father decided to keep this one. It's nice, isn't it?" I tell him. Finnick nods, still staring at it. "Here," I say, plopping down on his hand. "You keep it. For good luck," I say. He smiles. "Thank you," He says. I nod and leave. He likes the pin. Maybe it could be something for him to remember me.
"Annie! What the hell were you doing? It's been an hour and a half! I've been calling you for a long time! We already ate dinner. Sorry, but you'll have to fix something yourself," Clio calls. Damn. Was I really out for this long? I run inside. A half-eaten piece of fish is set out for me on the table. I eat it, all of it. It will go bad anyways.
"You finished, Annie?" Clio asks. I push my plate towards her.
"You wash the dishes tonight," I say with a sarcastic smile. I sprint off to my bedroom before Clio could complain about her doing the dishes. I lock my door, and burst into giggles. Then, I wonder why I'm giggling. Tomorrow is reaping day. I could be reaped. Anyone could be reaped. Maybe I shouldn't think about it. It's better. Maybe I should just go to bed. Maybe I should just die. I might get reaped, anyway. And then die, and then what would happen to mom, dad, Clio and Jacob? I flop down on my bed.
"Annie?" I heard a sound coming from outside my window. "Annie?" I looked outside. Finnick was standing there with a… Jacket? I couldn't really see in the dark. "You forgot your jacket," Finnick said. He tossed it up and she caught it just in time. Thank you, I mouthed. Welcome, He mouthed back. My jacket! Why had I forgotten my ja- I mean my father's jacket? And then suddenly everything becomes black for me. I drop my jacket and plop down on my bed. I don't realize what tomorrow is. Reaping day.
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