Blue POV:
"Finnick Odair!" Our bubbly and over-excited escort, Dia Fallon, annouced, I rolled my eyes. Anyone but him. My best friend has had the biggest crush on him for around four years, he was so popular and he probably took advantage of it. As he approached the stage I heard loud sobbing from the audiance and the girls section. "Let's hear some noise for the newest tributes from District Four, Finnick Odair and Blue Atkins!" I grinned at the applause that broke out across the sqaure, louder than the waves crashing down behind us. Our escort placed a hand on my back and her other on Finnick's, walking us into the Justice building. "Finnick to the left and Blue to the right." Dia pushed us our seperate ways, a smile still etched on her powder white face, her Bright blue wig piled on the top of her head shifted slightly as she bobbed her head up and down as she walked. I pushed the door open, sitting on the velvet sofas and wait for my parents and whoever else had come to visit me. "Blue!" The door opened and my parents and older brother, a victor, sat down with confident smiles on their faces. "Well done Blue." My farther said, patting me on the back. "Don't underestimate anyone, expecically the boy, I've seen what he can do with a trident." My brother, Gya, told me. I snorted, Finnick was probably useless. But then again my brother was a victor, so he should know about this kind of things. "Fine, I'm still not letting pretty boy join the careers though. " I folded my arms against my chest. "Stubbon girl." My mother rolled her eyes, she was never the biggest fan of me or going into the Hunger Games. After around a minute of advice from my brother and farther and more eye rolling and sighing from my mother the peacekeepersled then away and pushed my best friend, Bryarly, inside. Tears spilling over her eyes and sobbing loudly. "Blue, why?" She sobbed, I shrugged. "I've told you for the past five years that I was going to voulenteer Bryarly, calm down." She sat down with athump, putting her head in her hands. "But you... Finnick... My day couldn't go any worse." I roll my eyes, she sounds like a Capitol child. "Stop whining, it could be worse. You could be from twelve and be reaped." I muttered, she only sobbed louder.