Since I'm horrible with story/chapter names I'm just going to keep adding on to this one… Plus it's just easier haha.
This is a few years later after their break up, a few months before the reapings of the seventy fourth Hunger Games.
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Finnick Odair
It had been far too long since the last time I've seen Annie, let alone speak to her. I missed her of every hour of everyday, but we weren't supposed to speak to each other. She lived with Mags still, no matter how hard they tried the Peacekeepers would let her father out. She never did officially 'get better' little kids in our District called her 'the crazy girl' and so she didn't go out much. I was at Capitol off and on again, each time I came back my sister Opal was older. She was sixteen now, each reaping I would pray that she didn't get chosen, she never did. Two more years and she'd be done and I hoped I got lucky and never had to see her in the Hunger Games.
I now realized I loved Annie. At first I tried to deny it, but that didn't help. I guess you don't know what you got until it's gone. I loved Annie, but I couldn't ever speak to her and love her properly because of the safety of our loved ones. I so badly wanted to go home and hug and kiss her as much as I could, but instead I spent my company in the beds of strange looking woman. Nights like that made me want to punish myself somehow, I felt dirty like no matter how hard I scrubbed and tried to wash away it would remain there. No amount of soap and shampoo could wash away as I felt. All I wanted to go was protect my loved ones and at this moment one of them is probably having horrible nightmares and is stuck in her mind and I can't protect her from that.
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I saw her up close today. Annie. I don't think I was supposed to. I was back home, and I don't get to come home often. I was walking on the beach with Opal, she wanted to look for some seashells and Annie was sitting at the shoreline making a complicated net, her tongue was stuck out in concentration. She looked up all of a sudden and saw me staring at her.
She nodded to me and gave me a forceful smile "H-hello."
` Opal green eyes watched us carefully, she had no idea why we split apart. She looked like she wanted to say something, but then she stopped herself. She knew it was none of her business.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting by." Annie said, looking down at her net. "How's the Capitol?"
"It's… the Capitol."
Annie stood up and brushed the sand off from her shorts. "Well I better get going, Mags probably is hungry. For some reason she really seems to like crab soup."
"It's really good. "Opal interjected and turned to me "You have to try it something…" she broke off.
"Well bye." Annie said and sighed "See you at the reapings tomorrow."
Opal stiffened besides me. Annie put her arm around her and hugged her. I felt a pang of jealously, I wished she would do that to me. "Don't worry. It won't be you."
"H-how can you know?" Opal asked timidly.
"She just knows." I said.
"Happy Hunger Games!" Annie said in a high-pitched voice, trying to imitate our new escort. Her name was Ahlen or something like that, her voice was more annoying than Justine's.
I bowed towards Annie and Opal "and may the odd be ever in your favor!" I tried to do a high pitched voice as well, but failed miserably.
Annie giggled, it was a good sound to hear because I hadn't heard it in so long. "Bye!" I called as she walked away, dragging the net with her.
I turned around and saw Opal staring at me. "What?"
She gave me a smug smile "You still like her!"
"Opal-,"
"I don't get it!" Opal launched into another speech about her and I. "You were so good together! Annie was getting so much better with you! Then you two just stopped seeing each other. You were happy Finnick and I hadn't seen you as happy for the longest time. You spend all that time in the Capitol…"
"Opal." I said sternly "That's enough now."
"But Finnick, you keep all these secrets from us."
"Everyone one has secrets. You, me, the Capitol. Mom and even Annie." I took a deep breath and tried to calm down "We should get going home now.
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Kids were dressed in the nicest clothing they could afford. It was a scorching hot day, but everyone one was shivering. Today was the reapings. Children all across Panem were anxiously waiting to see whose poor soul would be put in the Hunger Games. Hopefully not themselves.
The town square was usually filled with bits of sand in the cracks of the stone floor but now it seemed to a whole different place. Courtesy of the Capitol, everything had to be perfect.
The victors all joined the stage, and I helped Mags down the large step. Wiley walked closely behind us. I hadn't seen him in ages, he seemed to become a little hermit crab in his house, drinking away his sorrows.
When the mayor named off the victors, deceased and still alive people cheered for me. Not to sound cocky, but I was a big hit with everyone even in my home district.
Ahlen gives a little speak and suddenly I feel nauseous like when I was a little kid first going on a boat. I watch helplessly as she walks over to the bowl and gently places her hand in, all in one smooth motion. Please don't let it be Opal. Not Opal. Not Opal. Not…
"Oceania Vince."
I let out a big breath, a few people were in between us, but she was doing the same. She looked up at me. Was it bad that I was relieved that someone else was going to die instead of Opal?
A girl with blonde hair that reminded me of sand walked onto the stage. She was strong, obviously a Career. She marched onto the stage with such bravery I thought she could have won the games right there.
The audience cheered. I wondered if she had any friends and if she would be seeing them again.
"Now for the boys." Ahlen walked over and grabbed a slip. "Ryker Creed!"
My breath caught when I saw a small looking boy appear from the crowds. He looked very young, twelve probably. Would someone volunteer? There hadn't been a lot of volunteers from District 4 since Annie's games, nobody else didn't want to be crazy.
When nobody did volunteer Ryker's breath caught, he stared out into the ocean as if realizing that might be the only time he ever got to see it again.
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I'm sorry for not posting! I was debating on making a new story or just keep adding on, I decided to go with this. Soon they will be longer, I'm going to reread Catching Fire because I actually want to use the dialogue from it. I hope I don't get in trouble for doing that!