𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 [Hunger Games]

Waves & Presents

↳ SEVEN ↵

I never surfed much before the games. Finnick would always try to convince me but I never really found the sport that much fun. Same with fishing or training at the academy. I didn't want to learn how to fight, whether it was fighting nature or fighting people, children my age...

I found solace in the calamity of nature. Gardening is what decides to grow and provide it the care to flourish, appreciating the beauties of nature and utilizing it through art and preservation. 

The games changed that. 

I was lugging my yellow surfboard across the white sandy beach of District Four. I enjoyed the warm feeling of the sand on my toes.

Once I was close enough to the water that I could feel the spray of the waves. Grabbing the rails of my board, I jumped over the whitewater wave and landed flat on my stomach. Padding through the crystal waters, I looked at the colorful fish swimming underneath me.

As the massive swell of water began to rise, I began using my arms to push the water behind me so I could move to the wave faster. Just as the lips of the water started to curl, I jumped on my feet began to ride the strong wave.

Once I was stroking the waters, I made sure to balance myself on the board before, springing into action, spinning my board and flipping off of it to practice all my flips and how well my balance was. I swear the best way to test flexibility and balance, as well as the ability to handle scary situations, is to do so on a small piece of wood that is helping you float in the ocean.

Once I was too dizzy to continue, I just rode the rest of the wave out, enjoying the cool breeze through my hair. The water began to tunnel around me, blocking the harsh glares from the sun.

I slightly crouched down, so I wasn't touched by the waters and pushed off my board and nicely slipped out the tunnel before it could collapse. I laid my head back, as I rode the smaller swell back to the sand, letting the breeze sweep through my hair.

"Who taught you how to surf like that, Rosie?"

My eyes quickly zeroed in on the tall adonis statue that was, of course, Finnick Odair, walking up to me.

I felt the corners of my lips move up as I dug my board into the dry area of the sand. Finnick and I had been working to repair our friendship. Well more like Finnick working to bump into me wherever I am after I forgave him and me letting him. I would never say it aloud, but he seemed to make the pain bearable, livable.

I shrug, "Self-Taught? I found a surfing book in Mag's library."

Finnick seemed eyebrows shot up before relaxing into a small smile, "Well, you do know that we have the tour in an hour."

I crossed my hands over my chest, looking down at a small seashell in the sand, "Yeah," my eyes flicker up to Finnick's, "But I thought a little fun before we go, couldn't hurt," before Finnick could hesitate, but before he could insist we go back I added, "Join me?"