Finnick O'dairxMixed Race reader

Part I

I wake to the sun seeping through the crack in my curtains onto my face. Startled slightly by the sudden light, I roll out of bed. I yawn stretching my hands over my head smiling lightly.

I find some sandals and put them on along with my white robe with my name sewn on in black in the corner. My mirror catches my eye and I notice that my hair is sticking up like crazy, it'll be fine.

My fluffy carpet catches my fall when I slip over on nothing. I look down and I can see my knees are red from the burn of my fall. I stand up and squeeze them before walking to my door.

I pull down on the handle and walk into the my kitchen. Perks of living in a bungalow I guess? I open my rusty bread bin and grab a few slices of stale bread for the ducks. It's brown bread and the pieces are either falling apart or hard as a rock but they're ducks they don't care.

Most mornings I go to the beach, feed the ducks and watch the sunrise. It's relaxing to see something that I want to see. It's one of the very few things in my life that aren't controlled by everyone around me, even the people I have more power then.

I get wheeled of to anything that involves District Four. I am apparently their "trophy"'  but I don't feel like one at all. You respect trophies and treat them carefully because you earned them but I just get flinched around and told what to do.

Even though I am not a Victor I have some of the glories they have like money and food as well as my lovely house. I have ti stand up in stage with the rest of them on the day of the Reaping even when I was a little girl. It's stupid as my name is still in the bowl and it gets entered the same amount as everyone else my age. (Five times as I'm 17 but I don't need tesserae.)

I get to see all of the behind the scenes of the amazing Victors lives and how decent of human beings they really are. Most of them are nice, Mags and Annie are the kindest human beings I know, they are always looking out for me. When I was four I had to go up on stage and wait while the tributes was being picked. I was so nervous I threw up twice before we went on, Mags have me her shawl and cleaned it all up for me. When my mother passed of Cancer her and Annie were both there for me always bringing me food, spend time with me, do housework and they even payed for my counselling even though they need it more then me.

I make my way to the beach cutting through the marketplace where is buy some flowers for my Mother's grave. I go there once a month to pay my respects, but I always go to the beach first.

I walk across the sand until it becomes so wet that I can hear my feet slapping against it and tiny water particles spray the back of legs. I find a nice shaded area and sit down. I cross my legs and place my elbows on my knees and lean on my hands. I sit there for a while before I notice how cold it is. My skin stings slightly and my hands and face are bright red.

"Is anyone sitting here?" An annoying voice says from behind me.

"Yes," I say without turning around, I already know it's him, "This entire beach is occupied Finnick."

He laughs and sits down next to me. He looks at my bread taking some for himself but he pulls a face when it makes a crunching sound.

"It's for the ducks douche," I say snatching it from his hands.

I shiver a little as the wind blows in our direction. My robe that was on the floor next to me has now blown away. I mutter a curse under my breath before standing up to chase it.

I sprint around for about five minutes trying to catch it but it's to fast and high up. I walk back in defeat, sand and dirt smeared across my face. I'm absolutely freezing now because I'm just in a vest and shorts. When I sit down I notice that all of my bread is gone.