"Fishergirl" - The 67th Hunger Games

Chapter Two

Author's notes: slowly but surely, we're making it to the Capitol. And yay, finnick! Best hunger games character EVER. I mean, he walks around in fishnet and stabs stuff with his trident! How friggin cool is THAT?! Plus he's a total BABE. Mags is in here too, since my bestie reminded me that there would be more than one mentor since hazel's from district four. She doesn't really talk much tho. :/

Anyway, hope you like! I'm uploading ALOT today, like eight parts I believe? Please please please comment. That would make me sooooo happy. I will love you 4ever if you comment. <3

And before I forget-

Disclaimer: hunger games idea doesn't belong to me! It belongs to Suzanne Collins! So do finnick and mags! But everybody else belongs to meeee!!!

<3, Indigoplains

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Almost right after the Reaping, I'm shoved into a small room in the Justice Building and told to keep quiet. The room only has one window, a velvet couch, and a bookshelf lined up against the wall. I sit down on the couch (which I discover is quite uncomfortable and lumpy), and gather my thoughts. I'm almost hyperventailating, it seems, because my breathing is short and unbalanced. My cheeks are still burnt, but I manage to realize one thing. Ethan and I were almost both tributes. That is, we would have if Stringbean hadn't volunteered. Despite how awful and annoying Stringbean may be, that is the one thing I'll ever owe him. That I know.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door and a rather pudgy peacekeeper comes in, my brothers and dad following behind.

"You have five minutes," He orders, and shoves my family in, shoving the door behind them. My dad and brothers surround the couch. They all look extremely distressed, Damiyen possibly being the worst. His auburn hair is messed up, his eyes look furious and fiery. He has a very red mark on his cheekbone, and I hope it was an accident somehow. Derik's eyes are bloodshot, and I think he might've been crying. My dad, on the other hand, looks to be trying to cover up his frustration. He's trying to keep a straight face, but it's obvious he was upset beyond repair.

"Hazel," My dad begins, his voice trembling. "I-I'm sorry this happened to you. We're as upset as you are."

"I know," I mumble somewhat lamely. "It's okay,"

"No, it's not okay," Damiyen joins in, grabbing my arm. "You have to try to win at least!" I jerk back, startled.

"Look, I am!" I yell. "I'm not just about to roll over and die! That would make all your help around the house for me a complete WASTE! I don't want to do that!"

"Good," Damiyen seems to settle down, and falls silent for a moment.

"Hazel," Derik says quietly. It's the first time he's spoken in the three minutes we've already spent saying good-bye. "I think your best bet would be to get a spear."

"Thank you," I reply, in equal volume. "I think I'll do just that." Derik nods and we spend another precious minute sitting in silence. "I love you guys." I blurt out finally. Then, I stand up and give each of them a big hug.

"I love you too, honey." Dad says, as I give him a huge, tight, bearhug, and he kisses my cheek. "Just promise me something in the arena, okay?" I look up at him.

"Yes?"

"When you come back, please, can you still be my little girl?"

"Sure, Dad," I reply, completely confused. I don't know what he meant. I'd always be his little girl.

"'Kay," Dad says softly, and holds my head against his chest. I don't dare to ask what he meant by his only promise. Suddenly, a thought comes to me and I blurt it out before I know it.