Meetings

Every night Finnick and I meet up at the beach. We never arrange it but we both know that's where we'll find each other. We just sit or lie on the beach, doing nothing but looking at the stars, though today we talk. "So tell me about you. It doesn't seem right seeing you every night and I still don't know your name." he says.

"I'm Annie. Just Annie. I'm twelve. And I'm just, I suppose normal." I say.

"Nice to meet you Annie, I'm Finnick." He says.

"Pleasure." I smile at him.

"The pleasure is all mine." He says as we stroll down the beach, hand in hand.

"What's it like Finnick. What's it like to be in the games?" I ask curiously.

He sits down, I sit beside him and he puts his arms around his legs, resting his head on his knees. He says "It's terrible. The constant fear. And then when you have to kill someone; you can't think of them as a person, you need to forget just for a while. But then when your alone it hits you. That you've killed someone, another human like you with feelings and families who'll hate you."

"It sounds awful." I mutter quietly.

"It is. But you have to. It's kill or be killed." He says looking into my eyes. I look into his. They're sea green like mine. But they're incredible, bright and vibrant perfectly complementing him bronze-coloured hair.

"We should go swimming sometime." I say, changing the subject as I see how uncomfortable Finnick seems.

"Yeah, how about tomorrow, lunch time perhaps?" he says.