Disclaimer; I do not own the Hunger Games, because as you can tell I'm not Suzanne Collins.
A/N; I do realized I end paragraphs or parts quickly to go onto the next, sorry for that.
"Annie?" My little sister, Pearl, whispered.
"Yes?" I groaned slightly, it was still dark, so I presumed Pearl couldn't sleep.
"I had a nightmare..."
I pulled the cover up, gesturing her to get in.
"Thank you." And she got into the bed, snuggling into me.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?"
She started to explain, still whispering to try not to wake anyone up, "You were reaped and while you were in the arena you..."
"Died?"
She nodded and continued, "You were stabbed in the heart, and your body was thrown into a lake. It was scary and terrifying, but what mostly scared me was that, you, the nightmare you, looked peaceful..."
I heard her whimper and I felt wet streaks on my arm, she was crying. Pearl, even if she was only seven she knew what she wanted. She liked being reassured. The Reaping was coming soon and with me being in the age limit of being reaped she frightened.
"Shhh," I cooed and started wiping away the tears on her face, "Everything's going to be fine, I'm not dead and I'm not going to be reaped."
"Y-you promise?"
"I promise."
I only was with Heath for an hour, since I had come home so 'late' last night I was only allowed out for the hour. So now I was helping set the table for dinner.
"How many knifes and forks?" I asked.
"How many people are in our family." My mother asked-answered.
"Seventeen?"
"Four."
"I know, I was kidding." I took out the cutlery and set it on the table.
Full name; Elizabeth 'Eliza' Olive Sands
Age; 20
Home; District 4, Mayor's house.
Info; Eliza is District 4's Mayor's daughter. She requested you specifically for her birthday; which is May 27th. She has brown short hair, brown eyes, she's tall and has an hourglass figure. She likes attention and being boss. If you know what I mean...
Better not screw up seeing she lives in your district.
-Gerrad
Gerrad gives me all my 'assignments' and is in charge of blackmailing me when President Snow is busy.
I sighed and looked out the window. I'd deal with that when the time comes.
I hated being away from home, I longed for the sea, the fish, my family, my friends...
My mind built a picture of Annie, with her bright red hair that flowed in long waves, her emerald eyes, her high cheekbones and perfectly sculpted face.
"Finnick, heart, mind, whatever, just. Shut. Up."
I remember she tried to give Pearl, her sister, a pet fish and one day we were all sitting on the couch chatting when Pearl ran in crying, "Professer Bubbles is dying!" . Immeadiatly Annie shot up and ran upstairs into Pearl's room. When she found the transparent tub she got the dead fish by the tail, started pulling it down repeatedly and blew into it's gills. A few minutes later she stopped, released the fish and it just swam away like it hadn't a care in the world. Probably didn't, it was just a fish after all. Not a real fish though, it was a simple goldfish.
But Professer Bubbles died soon after, but it must've passed away over night and Annie couldn't save him.
I was erupted from my thoughts by the train pulling to a hault.
"Hmm, we got back quicker than expected." But then I realized the train ride only takes two hours, so actually we got back later than expected.
I went into my room (which is a bit pointless, if the trip from District 4 to the Capitol (or vice versa) only takes a couple of hours.) and got my bags before getting out.
The only person waiting for me was Cameron, my older brother, who is twenty-one.
"What? You were expecting a parade? Sorry but it's gotten old by now or everyone's busy." He laughed and I forced out a small chuckle.
"So what'd you do while you were in the Capitol?" Whilst saying Capitol he mimicked Flora, District 4's escort's accent. That time I did laugh for real.
"Nothing really, just went to a few 'exclusive' parties." I said, leaving out the other details.
"Of course, Golden Boy." He then took one of my bags and started walking, me following after.
My friend, Jean, gave me an odd look and said, "You're dressed fancy."
I looked down, I was only wearing a light cream tee, certain parts of it were a bleached light blue, a white skirt and sandals.
"Not really." I replied.
She shrugged and continued, "Soooo, who's this Heath one?"
"Just a guy."
"Guyfriend? Boyfriend?" She giggled.
I rolled my eyes, "Never."
"Are you being defensive? Anyway if not describe him, looks and somewhat of a personality you know about him, I might like him."
"Well his name is Heath-"
"Duh."
"He's sixteen. He has blond hair, tanned skin, brown eyes."
"I'm liking him already." She wriggled her eyebrows.
"You're a sucker for brown eyes."
"I know."
"Anyway, he's medium height."
"Good, I'm a bit of a midget."
"That's mean!"
"I was being metophorical."
"So!"
"Just continue, personality."
"Well he's definitley flirtatious."
She nodded approvingly.
"He has a good sense of humour, a bit gullible though. "
"C'mon keep going!"
"Cocky?"
"Ah so what, then he'll be able to keep up with me."
I rolled my eyes, "Sporty but lazy?"
She gave me an odd look but shrugged.
I plopped myself onto her bed, "You give me a lot of odd looks."
"Your face looks odd."
"BITCH! GO DIE IN A HOLE!" I shouted jokingly.
"YOU FIRST, WHORE BAG!"
"Meanie..." I pretended to cry, but then I gave in and let out a laugh.
A/N: You like, you hate? Leave a review please. I except constructive critisim, but remember, there is a difference being hate and constructive critisim.
Sorry for any grammar or/and spelling mistakes.
And I come up with the most original fish names don't I? Oh and the bring the fish back to life thing? It's possible, I've done it multiple times with fishes I had after seeing it on the news.
