It was me. I was picked. I'm going into the arena. I screamed and yelled but the peacekeepers were too strong. I don't care that I'm from district four, that I'm a career. That I'm supposed to happy about going into the arena. To bring pride to my district. But that's just not who I am. I don't want to kill people, for other peoples fun. Those Capitol people treat this as a game, as a sport. But they don't know what it feels like to be the ones in the arena. All of a sudden, I was in the arena and I was running through the forest. I looked behind me to see a boy with a spear. I saw him throw it and I went black.
I woke up with my moms hand rubbing through my tangled brow hair.
"It was only a dream, Annie." my mother promised. "And if you do get picked, I know you'll come home. I've seen you with a bow and arrow, and knifes; everything." she said.
"But I don't want to go in the arena!" I screamed at her.
"I know. I'm sorry. But get up. The reaping is in two hours. " she said.
She left the room and I got up. I walked like a zombie to my closet. I was so tired from my dream. I won't get picked. But my mother was right. I can use almost every weapon. I can do archery, knifes, spears, tridents, and so many more. Just not swords. I can't do swords. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to. You have to get close to actually use it. If I have to kill people, I'd rather do it from far away, so they can't attack me back.
I searched my closet for something nice to wear. I found a simple light pink dress, some black dress shoes, and my favorite necklace. A silver chain with a pink heart and silver lining around it as a charm. It was my mothers, that she wore to every reaping when she was a little girl. She had given it to me when I turned 12, the first year I was eligible to get reaped. I'm sixteen, and I live in District Four.
I went down to our kitchen, and imagined all of my family eating and laughing together. It's just me and my mother now. My father was killed by sneaking into the Capitol dressed as a peacekeeper. My brothers and sisters all lost their lives to the evil Games. But I do have a person who's closer to me than a brother.
Finnick Odair.
He won the games 2 years ago, and he helps around at my house. He's really nice though. He hunts, so he brings us meat, and he cooks sometimes when my mother is sick. He was already eating, and my mother too.
"Hi Finnick." I said.
"Hey Annie!" he said standing up. "You slept late."
"I know." I said sitting down.
We had some toast, some bacon and sausage. We may be from a career district but we live in the poorest part. Finnick must've brought us the sausage and bacon, because we could never get food like this. He was only 14 when he won, and his victory was unthinkable. He had charmed the Capitol, thinking he was a sweet guy, but he was actually a great killer.
His weapon is a trident, and he had made different alliances with different tributes, and had them kill each other. He killed everyone but his allies, because they had killed each other. Only about half of the tributes were alliances with Finnick, so he had killed half of that years tributes, which is pretty impressing.
But I could never do that.
I don't know how to make people like me. And no sponsors would send me gifts to stay alive. But I ignored the thought of going into the arena and kept eating.
"Finnick, how did you win the Hunger Games?" I asked out of the blue.
"Well, I don't really know. I just did I guess." he answered.
"Oh." Is all I could choke out.
After we finished, Finnick and I went to the training center for some last minute training. No one else was there, except a small girl trying to make a fire. I started to the archery section, but stopped and went over to the girl. I helped her and showed her how to make the fire.
