A/N: I have a love for Finnick and Annie and I wanted to write my own story about them! I hope you all like it and I'd love to have some reviews! I haven't written in quite awhile, so I may be a little rusty. Let's hope for the best! (:

My name is Annie Cresta. I am fifteen years of age and my home is in District 4. Everyday I abide by the same routine. I roll out of the bed I share with my younger sister, Sarah and head straight to the ocean. I have my own little spot I visit. I used to share it with a boy who I think all the girls at my school talk about; he had vibrant green eyes and bronze hair. I mean sure he was attractive, but I could never tell what was so special about him. When he was 14 years old he won the 65th Hunger Games and even then I didn't bother to remember his name. Since he became a victor he usually doesn't come to this spot anymore, rumor has it he constantly visits the Capitol for God knows what. After the beach I go home, take a shower, get dressed, and go to school. Today is one of those rare days, besides the weekends, when I don't have to follow this routine.

I get up earlier than usual and head off to the beach. I love it here. If there is a heaven, this is what it should look like. The smell of the salty sea water delights my senses and I indulge in the waves. Whenever I come here I seem to lose track of time, I get lost in the water and its fine qualities. My perfect heaven is ruined when I see my sister run down to the beach and tell me it's time. Sarah is eleven years old. She hasn't had to feel the fear of being at the reaping herself, but she's felt the fear of my own reapings. I take my towel and race her to our home.

I take a quick shower and put on the dull colored dress my mother laid out for me. I sit down in front of my mirror and begin to work with my brown curly hair. It's hard to put up with, the curls get too frizzy and it's usually a mess. Once I finish putting my hair into the braid I tend to wear everyday my eyes scan my room to a picture of my father. He was a fisherman. When I was nine years old he was on a sinking boat. He was a strong swimmer, but he couldn't pull through. I take the small frame and slide it in the pocket of the dress, I'm going to need his company today. That's when I hear it, the sound of a whistle you learn to dread. I kiss my family and I am on my way.

I run into my best friend Dani on the way to the square when she proceeds to ask "Are you scared, Annie?"

"I have my father with me." I smirk. Dani knew everything about me. She didn't have to ponder any detail, she was basically my sister.

"Rumor has it after the reaping, President Snow is supposed to make an announcement about the games." I begin to think about this. It's going to be the 70th Hunger Games. What if they're going to be a change in the games? Usually this only happens during a Quarter Quell, which won't be taking place again for another five years.

Dani and I take our place in the square. I search the crowd for my mother and sister. Once I find them, my mother gives me a reassuring nod and I do the same.

I hate this. In a matter of a few minutes I will have to watch a terrified girl and boy face their own death that they know could come.

I watch as the two mentors for our district take their seats on the stage. In my opinion, Mags is still too old to be doing this, but she is still required. Then, there's the boy with the green eyes and bronze hair. I think he's two years older than me. I don't like him. During his games, he trapped the other tributes in a net he'd made himself and with a trident he slayed them. The trident was the worst part. It's considered the most expensive gift given in the history of the games. I hate the Capitol citizen that gave him that trident.

My thoughts are interrupted when our district escort, Abria comes out to begin. She has that signature Capitol look. Her skin is dyed a sickening shade of green, while her hair is in a bob that is a bit darker than her skin tone. I find her irritating.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 70th annual Hunger Games..." She begins and that is when I tune out.

The video brought by the Capitol is displayed on the screen and when it ends Abria graciously makes her way to the glass ball containing the names of all the girls in my district between the ages of 12 and 18. I've lost track of how many times my name in in that glass ball.

She reaches her hand deep inside, swirls around a bit and finally takes out a slip. She holds it up and admires it before walking back to the microphone.

I can hear my heartbeat. My breaths are shaky. She slowly opens the slip of paper which seems to take a million years.

"Annie Cresta." her voice rings out.

I freeze. My hands start to shake. Everyone is looking at me. I make my way to the stage, my legs feeling numb.

Abria offers her hand and not thinking I take it as she pushes me across the stage. I spot my sister in the crowd. Only now I notice she was screaming and crying. My heart shatters.

She makes her way to the glass ball containing the boy's names. When she grabs a slip she reads out the name "Jarred Brown."

I know Jarred a little bit. We got paired for a project in science. He is a year older than me and he has three other brothers all older than him, that are no longer eligible for a reaping.

Abria pushes us towards each other and we shake hands.

Then I hear the Capitol Anthem echoing in the square. We all direct our attention to the screen where the seal appears and then President Snow is live.

"People of Panem, in front of you you see a pair of two courageous young men and women who will be representing your district in the 70th annual Hunger Games. This year there will be a change in the games. Each district has at least two victors therefore, two mentors. One mentor will have to attend the games with the tribute that they think will have the worst chance of making it out of the arena alive. The other mentor will stay behind talking to sponsors. If a district has one mentor, they of course will go into the arena with the tribute they have the least faith in and the escort of the district will have to scout sponsors. In the arena, there will be a station for the mentors to live. Mentors will only be allowed to associate with their tribute of choice during a time in the games when they are desperate for is all and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Without really processing what has just been said I am pushed away into the Justice Building where I may see my loved ones for the last time.