I don't own the hunger games

finnick's P.O.V

Chapter 1

I raise my hand groggily in front of my face willing it to come into focus. When it finnially does, I open my eyelids just enough to glance around the room. Sunlight is streaming through my room however, it doesn't seem to touch the drearyness of most items. Today everything is gloomy, today is the reaping.

I eventually force myself out of bed and open my curtains just a little more, enough to see my best friend Annie sitting on the steps outside her house. I guess I feel responsible for her, she's lost everyone... Everyone except me and her aged mother.

I pull on a shirt then walk outside feeling the wind swirl in my hair, forming it into untidy bunches. I smile as I walk past Annie's house, she waves to me then goes inside evidently to tell her mother she's going or something. I think back to the day we met.

"Why are you crying sir?"

I looked up, my face tear stained and red, "I'm not." I said weakly even though there was no reason to deny it, I was crying.

"It's okay, whatever happened, really it's okay." The girl said, she looked to be around twelve or thirteen and had scraggily, blonde hair that fell to her shoulders.

"Look, when you've been through what I have you'd be crying now let me get back to moping." I said angrily.

"Mr.Odiar, I am sorry, I didn't realise it was you. The games must have been awful."

"Don't call them games girl, games are suppose to be fun... The hunger games are not." I muttered into my hands.

"I'm sorry Mister." The girl mumbled.

"It's fine."

Before I knew it, Annie had her arm around my shoulder. She was gingerly trying to comfort me. "What's your name?" I asked brushing her arm away.

"Annie... Annie Cresta." She smiled and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Finnick." I said, shaking it.

"I know." Annie said then walked halfway down the beach.

I entertained myself for a little by watching her collect shells and starfish until a small sailing boat pulled onto the docks. Even from where I was, I could hear the conversation although I wished I didn't...

"Annie.. I'm so sorry."

"W.. Why?" Annie asked.

"Your father... The ship tipped over and flung him into the sea..."

Annie's face began to form into a nervous expression.

"What?"

"Annie, your father is.. Dead." The man finished then walked away. I felt anger surge inside of me, you can't walk away from a child seconds after telling them that their father is deceased... So I walked over to Annie, ready to return the favour...

Annie comes out of her house and I smile. We walk together to the beach where she slips into the water, fully clothed. Annie swims around for a bit before I join her and begin splashing her hair.

"Annie," I say with a mouth full of water.

"Yeah."

"I'm a mentor this year."

"Cool," She says without looking at me.

Even though she is trying not to get worked up I can see she's upset. I'm going to be gone for a while. Annie never really had many friends. Many people she could talk to, laugh with, cry with. 'Until of course, she got me,' I think.

Then, she splashes more water over me and I see a white thing come closer to my eye. It hits me and I jump back, catching it in the palm of my hands... "Wow, Annie look, you found me a pearl!" Annie shrugs it off and I race her to the shore. Instead of staying with her to collect sea-shells, I race off to my house. I almost feel bad about leaving her but she understands...

Even if Annie doesn't understand, she will love this.. I carefully string the pearl onto a silver chain. It's a necklace I have spent countless hours working on. It has a pearl on the right and then a small, carved Trident in the middle. I sting the pearl on the left. The two pearls look a little like sea shells. Annie is going to love it..

I walk around whilst I wait for the reapingand see Annie sitting on the beach staring out to sea. I don't go up to her because I know what she's doing. She's waiting for her fathers ship.. But her fathers long gone. I sigh. This will be my third year mentoring. I am pretty sure Mags is as well but I'm not certain. I've had two years of watching my tributes die and anougher two of watching Mags tributes die.. She does a lot of mentoring, she's practically one every year.

She was my mentor. She sent me my signature Trident which without I probably would have lost the games but I don't like to dwel on that fact for too long. I don't want to think about death.

I walk down to the stage and clasp the necklace in my hand. Kitty, our districts escort, runs up to the stage, painting, she shifts her blue wig to cover her for head and begins to speak. "Ladies first." She says and puts her long fingers into the reaping bowl. "The female tribute for district four is..." She sudden coughs, "sorry, anyways, the female tribute for district four is Annie Cresta!"

No.

I hope you liked my first chapter. I changed it a little from before because I wasn't happy with a few things. Thanks for reading so far.