A/N: I'm actually really loving this story, and we got a couple of reviews and follows/favorites, which is so great! I'm going to be posting more often, because I'm on spring break (yay!) and I'm usually very busy. It's time for chapter 2:

"First of all, I would like to tell you what an absolute honor it is to be here, and hosting the Reaping in District 4."

The deep booming voice of President Snow filled the town square, his stupid Capitol accent making people smirk. I would've been one of them if I hadn't signed up for tesserae. 42 of the names in the Reaping ball said very clearly: Finnick Odair. I really wish my family wasn't so poor.

President Snow's voice cut me off again, jarring me back to reality.

"It's time for the ladies!" He said happily, as if he couldn't think of a better think to do than watch teenage girls plummet towards their death. I looked at my girlfriend Annie Cresta, and prayed with all my heart that it wasn't her.

He dug his hand into the ball, and the crowd drew in their breath.

"Ellen Johnson."

My stomach went back to its original place, as a 15 year old girl with pale skin and black hair walked up shakily. She looked as if she couldn't survive a second in the arena.

President Snow clapped, a huge grin coming across his abnormally ugly face.

"Bravo, this one looks like a- fighter." His smile flickered for a moment but went back a second later.

"Congratulations District 4, on such a ferocious tribute! Let's have a round of applause, please."

Not a single person clapped, except for a drunk kid who looked about my age.

"Yeah Ellen!" He called out, and Peacekeepers strutted over and handcuffed him for underage drinking.

Oh, the wonders of teenage boys.

"Yes, well, it's time for the boys now." President Snow said. He seemed to be ashamed that the one District he had chosen to represent had made a fool of itself. Not like any of us care, of course.

He dug his hand in the ball, but dug around for around a minute or so. He took it out, and I felt like blacking out.

"Finnick Odair."

Of course. The odds are very much in my favor today. But I can't say it wasn't a surprise.

I walked up, shaking from head to toe. I was just on the first step to the stage when I heard Annie's strident voice ring through my ears.

"Finnick no! Please somebody volunteer for him!" She had a mad look in her eyes, and I knew she was going crazy all because of the Capitol.

Right there and then, I promised myself to win. To become a rebel. Just like Katniss Everdeen was, before she was killed by the head Peacekeeper. The entire country of Panem and Camp Half-Blood had lost all hope as we watched Peeta Mellark cry desperately for her, as the Capitol sang it's anthem. As Gale Hawthorne was thrown in prison, and Mrs. Everdeen commit suicide because she had lost her husband and her two children.

I pretended to ignore her. I heard Peacekeepers taking her away, probably to take her to a mental asylum. I didn't look back. I couldn't.

Strong and silent, I had to remind myself. If I was going to have to try to ignore people's cry for help, I probably should start now.

"Let's give another big round of applause for this very attractive looking tribute, Finnick Odair. If you don't clap, please enjoy prison."

The entire District clapped, even my parents. It made my heart shatter like a vase being dropped on a hardwood floor.

President Snow smiled, looking very satisfied. Happy Hunger Games, District 4. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

He pulled me and the other girl by the back of our shirts, and dragged us into a large room. The doors shut, but I knew I shouldn't ever bother trying to unlock them.

Let the Games begin.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was very short, I promise to make the next one longer.