So, a friend of mine recommended that I watch a show called Criminal Minds (I don't really watch much TV so I never know anything about any of the shows that are on). Well, I just finished watching the first few episodes (as in season 1 episodes 1-4), and wow, I am hooked. All it took was four episodes! And yes, for all of you Criminal Minds fans and fanatics out there, I do know that I'm like 10 years late.

I get these terrible obsessions with shows I watch, and when I say terrible, I really do mean terrible. Like, all I can think about is that one thing, day in and day out. And now I'm stuck on Criminal Minds, and I've only seen four episodes! There must be something wrong with me.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hunger Games it would be nowhere near as well written as it is.

"And remember," Blight added, "don't let them see all your strengths."

When Rowan and I reached the training room I was momentarily shocked. There were a ton of stations, all for practicing different weapons or learning survival skills. It was a bit overwhelming.

I hesitantly wandered through the room, looking for something to do. One station caught my eye and I wandered over to it. It was a knot tying station to learn to make snares.

I crouched down and started trying to tie a simple sailor's knot. It was harder than it should've been since I only had one hand. I had to use my teeth to tighten the strings, and when it was done it looked a lot more ragged than it should have.

"Well, that should at least hold for a little while if I ever need to use it," I said proudly.

"Unless I do this." A quick hand flashed in front of me and tugged at one part of the knot, effectively untying the entire thing. I dropped the rope to the ground.

"Thanks," I grumbled through gritted teeth.

"Anytime," Finnick replied with a charming smile. He took a seat next to me and started fiddling around with the discarded rope. I watched jealously as his nimble fingers weaved in and out, creating knots I couldn't dream of. When he caught me watching, he smiled a bit sheepishly.

"Tying knots is calming," he explained.

I sighed and ran my hand down my face. "What do you want Finnick?"

He cleared his throat. "Forgive me if this seems rude, but your muscles seem to be lacking for someone who grew up in a district whose main job is cutting down trees." He glanced at my scrawny body as if to prove his point.

I shrugged. "Actually, my job wasn't chopping down trees. As I'm sure you've noticed, I may be tall but I'm not strong. So since I wasn't cut out for heavy lifting work and I'm lighter than a majority of the population, my job was to climb up trees before they were chopped down and cut off the limbs so they won't shatter when the tree falls. So no, I don't think my left arm is lacking muscle." I held my arm up and flexed. When Finnick saw my muscles, his eyes widened. I snorted at his face.

"Wait a minute, what about your other arm?" he asked.

I grimaced and pulled my right arm up. Everything below the elbow dangled uselessly. Finnick reached out and poked the scarred skin.

"How did it happen?" he asked.

I frowned. "It happened like any good injury happens: you don't listen to your parents. In my case, I was playing inside of the factory where they level logs into boards. Mom had told me a ton of times not to do that but I didn't listen. I don't know how it happened but one second I was playing, the next second I had fallen inside the machine.

"I don't actually remember anything after that. I've been told that the workers tried to pull me out but my arm was stuck. By the time they turned off the machines, it was too late and I was stuck with this." I used my left arm to move the useless fingers. "Most of the muscles and nerves were severed or pulled out so I can't feel anything and I can barely move it."

Finnick stared at my arm. "That stinks," he finally said.

I laughed. "Nothing I can do about it now. Besides," I added, "if it hadn't of happened I would've never discovered how terrible it is to have to be left handed."

Finnick chuckled.

"So, any secrets you want to tell me in return?" I asked innocently.

He pretended to think about it. "Um, how about… I hate tuna?" I glared at him. "Okay, not good enough. How about some info about Lacey, the girl from 1?" That brightened me up.

"She's an incredible acrobat. She came really early this morning and went through the obstacle course when she thought no one was around. Unfortunately for her, I'm an early riser."

I was about to thank him when a thought occurred to me. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Why would I lie?" Finnick asked indignantly. "I like you. If we're going to work together in the games, telling you a lie would be a disadvantage to me."

"Wait, what do you mean 'work together'?" I pressed, but Finnick refused to say anything else.

He spent the rest of the day following me around and teasing me. I had to admit though, he was pretty good at teaching how to tie knots.

This chapter was a bit longer than the others. About 200-ish words longer actually.

I don't know about y'all, but that one part I put in there about all the good injuries happening when you don't listen to your parents is so true for me! Every huge accident I've ever had was from doing something that someone told me not to do. I guess I should probably learn something from that, right?

I hope Finnick wasn't too OOC in this.I did my best, but I'm still not really sure how I liked it.