Finnick's Little Sister: a Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 7

"Do you know how to walk in heels?"

"No."

"Do you know how to use your manners?"

"No."

"Do you know how to act like a girl?"

"No."

Molly threw her hands up and sighed. We were training for the interviews later, and I didn't have a distinct personality. Apparently, I also didn't have "lady-like properties" as Molly put it. My short temper was flaring within me, but I struggled to keep it down.

"What CAN you do?" Molly exclaimed, exasperated.

"I can throw daggers. I can make fun of people. I can write," I said dully.

"Are you demented?"

"Probably."

"What can help you win SPONSERS! Sponsers Jillian!"

"My STUNNING good looks," I smirked, striking a pose.

Molly took a deep breath. I knew I was getting on her nerves, another thing I was good at.

"How about this. You're smart. Use that," Molly said sweetly, scaring me a bit.

"I know I'm smart, but there's one problem. I don't really like people so," I replied, putting my feet up on the coffee table.

"People? Jillian can't you just TRY to cooperate?"

"Nope."

"Jillian!" Finnick called from the other room.

"Hey bro what's up?" I said, walking up to him.

"Play the smart card. I played cocky and it worked for me, but you? Not so much. You're good at being better than others so be smart and listen."

I sighed and nodded, looking around for Ethan. He was playing the wild card. Unpredictable, likeable, and lethal. It fit him. He already had his interview suit on, an all blue costume with little fish on it. It was pretty hilarious.

"Yo Sylan where you at?" I laughed, calling the short boy to me.

He stepped out of his room reluctantly, walking with me to interviews. I had an all blue, strappless dress on. And in my pockets (which I had requested) were pearls. The Jewels of the Ocean. That was me for these games, and that's who I was. The girl with random items in her pockets at home, and the pretty, memorable girl here.

"Ready?" I asked him, fear suddenly filling inside of me.

"I guess. I'm terrified," he laughed nervously.

"Agreed," I laughed as we came to the line of tributes.

I could already hear Hayley in the middle of her interview. She was going on and on about how grateful she was to spend her last few days here. She was playing cute, but I knew better. She would kill us all in the end if need be. After a few minutes, I could hear my name being called.

"Everyone knows Finnick Odair. Everyone loves him! Well now, Finnick's Little Sister is here with us! Welcome Jillian Odair from 4, the Jewel of the Ocean!" Caesar Flickman called, and I was hurried onto the stage.

"Hello Jillian," he began.

"Hello Caesar. Would you like a pearl? They are the Jewels of the Ocean," I asked, pulling one out and handing it to him.

"Yes they are, why thank you! Aren't you full of surprises!"

"You don't know the half of it. Now let me tell you something. Back home, you get tired of seafood real fast. Now don't get me wrong, I love it, but it can be much eating it every day. Here, you have great food! Those little orange thingys, clementines I think, are fabulous!" I exclaimed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was glad I was wearing pants on under the dress.

"Really? We love seafood here! Is it really that bad every day?"

"No it's not bad, just a bit tiring. Imagine waking up, eating fish for breakfast, working by the ocean and smelling fish, and then eating that same fish for dinner. You could imagine how boring it can get," I used hand motions as I talked, and the crowd went up in laughter.

"I suppose so," Caesar laughed, but when the crown calmed he turned serious.

"Now Jillian I understan your 2 eldest siblings died in these games?"

"Y- yes," I stuttered, putting my feet down. I knew my eyes were turning dark.

"Tell us how you felt, seeing them die."

"Well, I felt crushed. When Aaron died, I was fairly young. I remember he was like a father to me because our real parents died. When he died too, I felt terrible. And then when Mikaela and Finnick went into the games and left me in 4 alone, I was even more crushed. I couldn't handle losing them too. When Mikaela died I was just mad. Mad at her killer, and mad at myself. I should have done something, anything to help them but I couldn't. I was so happy when Finnick came home, happy that now we could be a family. But then I got reaped, and all those memories, all those dreams ended. Now I know I have to go home. For Finnick. Because I know what it's like to be that alone, and I can't  make him go through that," I said quietly, holding back tears.

"I'm sure you will come out, and then you can be a family," Caesar sighed, hearing the bell signaling time was up.

I walked to the other side of the stage, watching Ethan in tears. They went back and forth until one comment caught my attention.

"So are you going home?" Caesar asked.

"No," Ethan had responded.

"Why not?"

"Because even if I win, a part of me will have died here. One of my closest friends would be dead and part of my soul would be changed. The arena will keep a part of me that I will never get back: my innocence and sanity. I might physically go home, but never mentally."

I listened to his comment, knowing it was true of all of us. None of us really went home. No one ever really went home. Annie was an example of that. She went crazy from her games. If I really went home, I wouldn't be the same.

"Hey sis why you awake? Games tomorrow," Finnick asked, coming to my room.

"Couldn't sleep. The idea that I might be dead this time tomorrow kind of kills the tiredness," I sighed.

"I know how you feel. Just know you are going to come out of these games. I promise you that. If you don't, I'd go crazy. So please try for my sake."

"No I'm just going to die on purpose to kill you. Of course I'll try Finnick."

"Good. Because I'll miss you if you don't Jillian."

"I don't plan on dying."

"Neither did Mikaela or Aaron," Finnick sighed.

And with that, he left. I knew he was right. 23 kids were going to die in the next few weeks, but none of us planned to die. No one ever did, but in the end, everyone dies.