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𝙿𝙾𝚅:𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰

My jaw slightly dropped. There is no way. Is that fish-boy from the dock? He's the kid that won last year? There's no way he's teaching us. I laugh skeptically, "There is no way a kid my age is mentoring us." He shakes his head at what I say, "Believe I'm the most fit for this job. I'm the best shot you have to learn how to live." Andrew raises an eyebrow, "This has to be a joke right." Finnick turns around to exit the door, "I mean if you don't want a mentor, that's totally fine with me. It would actually save me a lot of effort."

"Stop, don't leave." I firmly grab his arm. There is no way I'm letting him leave without at least getting some information out of him. He chuckled, turning to look at me, "Crawling back to me already." I scoff, "Not in your wildest dreams." Andrew pulls out a chair motioning to it, "We want to hear what advice you have for us. I mean, you did win the games." We sit back down in our seats. Finnick sits across from us,kicking his feet on the table. "So you want to learn how to survive the games right?" We both nodded, it was obvious that we wanted to know that. Surviving was the goal, no questions asked. Finnick, gaining our attention continued, "It's simple really, you need to either be smarter, stronger, faster, or more resourceful than the other tributes. Or of course you can just be the best." He motioned to himself while saying the last part. You can't be serious. That was his advice. Not oh you could use this strategy or use this plan. He really just said be the best. Like that isn't obvious. Andrew interrupts my thoughts, "So we just need to be better than the other tributes?" Finnick claps his hands then gives a big thumbs up. "Exactly! At least one of you is catching on." I roll my eyes at his comment. "Ok peacock we get it. But my question is how do we play the game?" Aqua hopped into the conversation answering for him. "You need to be captivating. You need to be the moment. You need to gain attention." She fluttered her hands while saying "moment". Andrew tilted his head,slightly confused. "Why would you have to gain attention? Wouldn't that make the other tributes view us as threats?" Finnick crossed his arms, getting more comfortable. "Yes, but you'll get the amazing thing called sponsors. The sponsors can change the trajectory of the game." Andrew looked at him seemingly a little bothered. "Wouldn't that mean the game is rigged? That seems unfair." The whole premise of the game is rigged. I roll my eyes, "Seems great if you're the receiver." Finnick nodes, "If you're lucky enough you may get an Item that can help you to victory." Andrew and I both take in the information like sponges. We need to come up with ways for the capitalists to like us. We needed to tap into our inner attention seeker.

We are forced to watch the other districts reaping. Districts one and two have volunteers as usual. The volunteers for both districts are 18. Dang, they are gonna be even better trained this year. The other district's reaping was more familiar. Just kids that were taken from their families, forced into the games. I'm just glad that there aren't as many younger kids in the games this year. I won't have to see an innocent child get murdered. I'm the second youngest tribute this year. The youngest is a 13 year old boy, who is from district 11. Me and Andrew continue to watch the reapings until we both end falling asleep in our chairs.

I suddenly woke up. I looked at the clock. It's 11 PM. Man, I've been asleep the whole afternoon. I walk to the dining car entrance, I feel so hungry. When the doors of the dining car slide open, I see our so-called mentor sitting at the dining table. I walkover to the food counter and press a few buttons to get some food. Suddenly, a tray with a bowl of lobster risotto pops out of a compartment.

I walk over to the dining table, placing my plate on it. I sit down and stab my food, starting to shovel it in my mouth. "I guess not all girls are pretty eaters, huh?" I hear Finnick say. I grasp the knife of the table to point it at him. "Shut your mouth, Odair. You should be happy to even have me in your presence." He laughs at my response. "You should be the happy one, being on the same grounds as a victor." I stab the table with the knife. "You should be happy I volunteered for that sister of yours." The smirk on his face fell. "I... look... I..." His words stumbled. I put my utensils down. "Finally have nothing to say?" He stayed silent, refusing to look into my eyes.