Rebecca POV
I stand in my place, waiting for Clarianne Yodelle to stride onto the stage, as usual. I glance over to where Finnick is standing. He's clutching Thomas Smiths hand and looking over at Lily Cresta. Poor girl. Her brothers just turned 12; that explains the tears running down her cheeks. Her sister, is also crying. They stand, arm in arm, waiting for Clariannes arrival.
After a few minutes, Clarianne saunters towards the microphone and begins her speech.
Welcome to the 59th hunger games! We have gathered here today to celebrate blah blah blah blah blah.
May as well be:
Welcome to where I'll see who here will be forced by a stupid nation that dress over over-elaborately to go and kill loads of innocent kids and mabye die.
Yup. That sounds just right.
The video begins to play and I roll my eyes.
I look over at Finnick. He looks back at me and gives a half hearted smile. I hope he never has to go through the games. Or Aira or Harry.
The video soon ends and Clarianne walks over to the bowl full of names. Her heels make a click clack noise on the marble stage floor.
'As always, ladies first.' Clarianne purrs, putting her hand,which is peppered with small, pink gemstones, into the large, crystal ball, careful not to break her long, festive fake nails. She digs around in the bowl and then pulls out 2 names, thinking it's one.
'Oh dear! I've picked out 2 by mistake!' She babbles on 'Which one should I put back? I'll keep this one!'
She waves the slip around and drops the other one back into the bowl. I instantly feel sorry for the girl who's name is on that slip of paper.
She opens it and when I hear the name, my stomach turns over and my heart drops.
'Rebecca Odair.'
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FanfictionFinnick was always a happy, outgoing and charming young man until the games are shoved in front of him unwillingly. He doesn't think anything will ever be the same. Will his old self ever come back to him? "You're not here to make friends, Finnick...
