Finnick and Annie

Chapter 3

Oh no! No no no. Not Finnick. Everything I touch turns to dust. Everything breaks. My only friend is...going to...die.
I looked at Finnick. He looked panicked. Of course he did. I panicked about my sister and myself and all those kids I didn't even know but I didn't worry about my only friend, Fin.
He shakily walked up to the stage. His cheeks twitched and he bit his lip holding back tears but he didn't cry or shout. What he did next really surprised me. He looked straight into the camera, flashed a bright smile and winked.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the district 4 tributes for the 65th Hunger Games- Sarah Maslow and Finnick Odair!"
Everyone clapped not proud as much as relieved. My sister came behind me, picked my frail self up and reassured me that it was going to be okay. We went to the Justice Building. I saw his mother crying behind the door and his father holding her, keeping her together so she doesn't fall apart. He signaled for me to go in. I ran up to Finnick and gave him a great big hug. I realized that the tears streaming down my face weren't very encouraging so I wiped my face and said,
" it's possible. You can win. Someone has to get out and it can be you. Please do it for me. Look at you. You're strong and smart and you can do this. Here..." I put a necklace around his neck. It had some seashells. Something to remind him of home, something to remind him of me. And before I knew it I was being escorted out of the room and I ran into Amber's arms. I started kicking, screaming and crying like a two year old who desperately wants their mother. Nobody under the age of 16 has ever won the games and Finnick was just 14. The district 1 tributes were 18 this year. Oh poor Finn.