Hi, I'm Ariel. I'm best friends with Finnck Odair... well, ex best friends. Ever since his games, he's been acting too good to hang out with me. That also happened to my brother. Eric. Yes he has talked to me, but not a deep conversation like the ones we had 6 years ago before he went into the Games. Before he won. Now it's like a fairy tale. A made up story.
My father died at the hands of a peacekeeper. My mother hasn't been the same ever since. I feel like I'm the only sane one in my broken family. But no one is sane here in Panem. I always feel looked down upon, and all of that.
Eric won the 60th Hunger Games, and has never looked at me the same way since he got home. I always feel like he's embarrassed that I'm related to him because I look weak. Yes, yes I know I'm from a career district, but nobody thinks that I train. I do train. By the beach with my best friend Crystal. We train every day, but running, swimming, and wrestling. We also create fishhooks out of anything we find, and turn driftwood into semi-usable weapons.
That leaves Finnick Odair. My ex-best friend. The youngest victor ever, the Capitol's sea prince, the Golden Boy. Every girl in our district has fallen for him, and that has worked. I've heard that he's already slept with a few girls. I haven't gone near him on my own since he got home from the last games. I haven't talked to him since he stepped off of the train, the first words he said to me were: 'So babe. Wanna have fun?' And that started the cocky Finnick. I hate it. I want the old, lovable, sweet Finnick Odair.
Well, that's my life in a nutshell. See ya later.
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The Fighter
FanfictionAriel lost her father. She lost her brother through his arrogance. Finnick Odair left her after he won the games. Now it's the 66th Hunger Games and Ariel is determined to win. Will she win? Will she lose? Read to find out. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER G...
