Finnick's Little Sister: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter Dos

Finnick's POV 

It was the morning of the Reaping, and I woke to see my little sister writing at her desk across the room. I got up and walked over to her. I tapped on her shoulder for 2 minutes straight until she said, "Busy."

I smirked and replied, still tapping on her shoulder, "Busy doing what?"

"Busy baking a cake what does it look like Finnick!" She spat angrily.

"Is it a delicious cake, Jillian?" I asked, a grin spreading across my face.

She slowly glanced over her shoulder, glaring at me menacingly. "I'm writing Finnick, what else do I ever do." She said slowly, gritting her teeth as if I was the world's biggest idiot.

I took her paper, which she yelled about, and saw the title, 'Brother verses Sister: Welcome to the 65th Hunger Games.' I stared at the title, remembering going into the arena with my sister, and seeing her die.

She took it back and said, "If I go this year, please write the story of my Games."

I nodded, trying to kill the memory. "Well, let's get ready for the Reaping." I said, opening our closet.

She pulled out a dress the color of the sand, a light dirty blond color. I pulled out a white shirt and black pants, the normal for guys. We dressed and she went back to writing. I sat on my bed, thinking about this Reaping. I knew my sister would get chosen, like our big brother Aaron, who died in his games; Mikaela, our eldest sister who went into the arena with me, but didn't come out; and myself. I would mentor the boy this year, as Annie would mentor the girl. If Jillian entered the arena this year, who did I trust to protect her as the boy tribute? One name came to my mind immediately, but I shoved it out of my head. I didn't want Ethan to die in the arena, I didn't want anyone to die. I sat for a few more minutes, thinking of Aaron and Mikaela. The call for everyone to attend the Reaping called, and Jillian and I went to the place of tears and sadness. 

"Mentor." I said as they stopped me for clarification of who I was. The Peacekeepers nodded and let me up to the stage, where Annie and everyone else sat. The video of the rebellion began to play, and I thought to myself, 'The rebels were smart.' A lady dressed in clothes from the Capital walked up to the microphone.

"Welcome to the 71st annual Hunger Games. My name Molly Garnet. Now it is time to choose one young man and woman to compete. We will start with the girls."

She walked over to the bowl with the girls names in it and reached her hand in. 'Anyone but Jillian.' I thought, feeling like I would pass out. She pulled out a slip and walked back to the microphone. She opened it, her eyes widening in surprise as she read, "Jillian Odair."

I felt like I would faint as I saw my sister. Her eyes were widened in shock as all eyes turned to her. Her two friends, Meghan and Karen weeped from beside her.

"Welcome, Jillian. Come up here next to your brother." Molly called to her, as she slowly made her way up to the stage. "

Are you not the fourth Odair sibling to come to this stage?" Molly asked when she had made it.

"I am." Jillian said as she retracted to my side. She glanced up at me, tears welling in her eyes.

"Be strong my sister." I whispered as Molly began to pick out a boy. "Ethan Sylan."

She called. Jillian and I immediately glanced into the crowd. Ethan's short self could barely be seen as he made his way up to the stage.

"Welcome, now will our tributes shake hands?" Molly asked as my sister left my side.

She shook hands with her friend, then pulled him into a hug. I heard her whisper, "Told you it was rigged."

He nodded and they stood apart, Molly in between them. "And may the odds be ever in your favor." 

Jillian's POV 

Ethan and I were shown separate rooms to say goodbye to people in. I sat on a bench as Meghan and Karen came in. They began crying as soon as they saw me.

"Oh why must it be you?" Meg cried.

I blinked away tears as Karen whispered, "You have to win."

I nodded, hugging them one last time before they left and Nate came in.

"You better win you know. Other wise you'll let me down." He said, trying to laugh.

I smiled and said, "Just a big, deadly game of tag." I said.

He smiled back and I looked at him. He was more than just my best friend, he was my brother in my eyes. I shuddered at the thought of never seeing him again.

"If I'm gone, who will be left to tease you?" I joked.

He hugged me one last time before leaving. Finnick entered, looking like a mess.

"I knew it." He whispered, pulling me close. "They're letting me mentor you." He whispered, protectiveness in his voice.

He was my only family left, after our parents died in a shark attack a few days before Aaron left for the Hunger Games. With our siblings and parents dead, we only had each other.

"That's great." I whispered back. A Peacekeeper appeared at the door, telling us it was time to go. Time to get on the train, one step closer to doom.