A.N.: This story is told completely in Finnicks point of view. This is the story of his Hunger Games

Chapter 1

I open my eyes as I toss and turn in the bed. Tonight is the night before the 66th Hunger Games reaping. I knew I would never get any sleep, so I hop out of the bed.

I quietly open up the window in my bedroom and the salty ocean smell fills my nose. I hop out of the window and walk on the beach. The sand rubs against my bare feet and slips between my toes. I walk to my favourite palm tree and the hammock that has been there for most of my life.

I am about to lie on the hammock when I notice that someone is already there.

"Annie?" I say.

She turns around, "Yes?" Her face is streaked with tears and is red. She has been crying.

"Oh my... Annie what's wrong?"

"I'm...Oh Finnick I'm worried!" She wraps her arms around me and sobs into my shoulder.

"Worried about what?"

"I'm worried about Thalia."

I nod. Thalia is her 13 year old sister. She has a terrible disease, which makes her organs fail. She is slowly dying, and she surely won't make it far if she gets reaped.

"It's OK. Thalia won't be reaped, don't worry."

She stops heaving and her breath slows.

"So...why are you here?" She says.

"Couldn't sleep, the thought of the reaping is keeping me up."

"Oh but Finnick, don't worry. You have been training almost everyday and you are the most amazing fisherman I've ever seen. If you do get reaped, you will do great."

Annie's reassuring words made me feel much better. While watching the sea we both fell asleep.

* * *

"Finnick! Finnick wake up!" I heard Annie's voice and felt her shaking me. I look up drearily.

"What?" I say

"Reaping!"

I snap awake as we run to our neighbouring houses. I wave, "See you at the reaping!" I say.

I hop through my still open window to see my mom looking at me, arms crossed and eyes narrow.

"Where were you?" She says quite angrily.

"The beach." I say, looking at my feet.

"Finnick Odair! This is the third time this week! One more time and we are getting boards out over this window!"

I nod and she points to my clothes on the bed. A white and blue plaid dress shirt and jeans.

"Get dressed." She says sternly as she leaves the room.

***

I wait in line to get my finger pricked, so the government can identify me. They get a blood sample and I walk to my section.

"Hello everyone," said Zinky, the District 4 escort. "And welcome to the reaping for the 66th Hunger Games."

They played the video about the history about the Hunger Games and the Mayor came out and spoke.

"Now, thins year for a bit of a twist, we will reap the boys first." Zinky said in her unrealistically perky voice.

Her hand fished around in the large glass bowl that had the names in it. She reached towards the very bottom and picked one out.

"Finnick Odair."

Finnick Odair is my name.