The New Games

Dawn O'Dair

Effie and her friends walked out. "Remember dear, I'll tell you later about it!"

I turned to Peeta as the door quietly closed.

"W-what?" I stutter, utterly confused about why Peeta- Peeta Mellark, basically one of the two saviors of the whole world- would want to talk to me.

"So. How did they find you, Dawn," he said, looking at me for my reaction.

I froze. He knew. How could he know?! "D-Dawn?" I asked hesitantly, keeping my face an emotionless mask. "Who's that?"

"Oh, you know very well of who it is."

"Then who is it?" I challenged, my nerve back.

"You."

"Not," I snapped back, starting to get annoyed.

"Then who are you?"

"You know that! I'm Crystal Beta Snow, granddaughter of stupid President Snow!"

"Stupid President Snow?"

I looked down, remembering when Finnick had asked the exact same question.

We were going swimming down on the west side of the beach, both mine and Finnicks favorite place. Sure, there were less fish there, so it was bad for hunting, but no one went over their, so we had it all to ourselves for whenever we had enough time.

I raised my alarms and spin around. I was tan now, almost as tan as Finnick. My once bleach-blond hair now had caramel roots, and a sort of bronze sheen to it.

It was my birthday today. The day I officially turned 10. Double digits! Yah!

My hair whipped in my face, and I started to get dizzy. I slowed, plopping down onto the sandy ground.

Finnick stopped beside me, holding out an arm. I took it, and he pulled me up.

Last time I had felt so dizzy was when I was first running away from the horrible Capital, and I had gotten shot in the leg. I had gotten dizzy from blood loss, but I had kept running away, finally collapsing in a yellow meadow just outside of District 3.

"Stupid President Snow..." I muttered.

Finnick must of heard me, because he asked, "Stupid President Snow?"

"Yes. The idiot made you go into the Hunger Games, tortures and kills people if they don't do what he says, and murdered my mom," I said, getting worked up.

We both knew that my mom was a touchy subject. I hardly ever said anything about her, much less things about the President killing her and my dad a year after I took off.

"Yeah," he agreed, "stupid President Snow."

I glanced up again, and gave him a look that said "really dude".

"Well, I know that you are also Dawn O'Dair, adopted sister of Finnick O'Dair."

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Yeah yeah yeah. I know that always ending in names is a bit weird. But I think that that sorta sounded cool!

Ok then.

Oh, guys! I need names for you. Pls give me ideas!

:)

See y'all.

- Spotty