There he sat, the sea standing in the distance and the sun illuminating his light brown hair. I walked over to sit beside him, noticing he had a trident in hand. He didn't acknowledge me, keeping his daze on a boat in the far off distance. Shifting small grains of sand in my hand, I too sat in silence. I turned my gaze to look at him. He was two years younger than me, although he didn't look it. He was a muscular boy for only being fourteen and I hated to admit it but he was handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him, when he was older of course.
"What are you thinking about?" I finally broke the silence. He looked at me with his sea green eyes.
"I think you know what" he replied. I sighed; I knew exactly what he was thinking about.
"Your names only in there three times, there not going to pick you" I tried to reassure him.
"It's not me I'm worried about" he replied, locking eyes with mine.
"I won't get picked" I said trying to sound strong and reassuring. I couldn't have him thinking I was afraid then he too would be afraid.
"How do you know?" he asked. I smiled up at him.
"I just do" I replied. He smiled back. Then he reached his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small white cube.
"Sugar cube for good luck" he said handing one to me. I smiled and took it from him.
"I don't understand why you like these so much" I said, eating mine. He laughed and started to get up.
"Race you" he yelled as he already started running off the beach.
"You're on" I yelled, running after him.
I now stood with the other girls of my age. I looked over to see him with the other boys of his age. I watched as Effie Trinket walked onto the stage.
"Welcome, welcome to the 65th annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor" she said.
I crossed my fingers hoping the odds would be in our favor.
"Ladies first" she said as she walked over to the glass with the girls names. "Prue Lean" was the name she read. I looked over to see he was smiling at me, my name hadn't been called.
"And now for the boys" Effie said as she walked over to the glass consisting of the boys names. "Finnick Odair" was the name she read. I felt the tears start to run down my face. "No!" I yelled although there was nothing I could do. At that moment I wished I was a boy so I could volunteer in his place. I looked over at the other boys and realized no one was going to volunteer in his place. I looked up on stage and looked my eyes in his sea green ones. Tears were flowing down my face. This was it; my brother was going into the Hunger Games.