I walked to the square alone and stood in the part for seventeen year old girls. I had double the amount of slips a normal seventeen year old would have. I looked at the girls around me, they were whispering to their friends about how scared they were. They probably wouldn't be chosen. Only one out of maybe two hundred girls is chosen each year.
Soon enough Sierra Laketon walked on to the stage and began to give the same speech that was given every year, about how it was an honour to be chosen for the games and you should be proud even if there is a extremely good chance you will die. Then she moved on to picking the names.
" For the 70th Hunger Games the female tribute will be... Anna Marie Cresta."
Anna Marie. That's me.
I've been picked.
I'm going to die.
The girls around me begin to whisper wondering who Anna Marie is. Everyone in District 4 knows me as Annie. No one knows my real name.
I take a deep breath, clench my fists and walk out of the group of girls. I walk up to the stage trying not to show how scared I am. I don't hear the boy's name being called out. But a boy who barely looks ten walks on to the stage.
He has no hope. Neither do I. Looks like District 4 are going to lose their tributes in the bloodbath again.
I am taken into a room for people to come and see me. A few minutes pass and no one comes in. I didn't expect anyone too. I didn't have any friends or sane family - Gran was probably off looking for her dog that died ten years ago.
A peacekeeper comes and leads me to the train. The moment I get on I go to an empty bedroom and lie down. There is a knock and I sit up, the door opens and a familiar head pops in.
" Long time no see, Anna Marie."
" Call me that and I'll kill you," I said.
" Not a good idea. I'm your mentor remember. And imagine how upset everyone in the Capitol would be if you killed me," Finnick said, walking in and sitting at the bottom of the bed.
" Why are you my mentor?"
" Because I chose you."
" You have a chance of winning."
" No I don't. I'll die on the first day, probably within the first hour. I know I will."
" Aw, what happened to the Annie I knew?"
" She realised her family didn't care about her at all."
" Mags cares and so do I."
" You're just saying that. All you care about is the money you make in the Capitol by doing exactly what those women want," I said. Finnick looked at me, confused at what I suspected. " There were rumours and I know they're true now."
" Yeah, they're true. But you don't know the full story," he said. " I brought you this. I thought you might want it." Finnick took a small purple book from his pocket then a pencil. I snatched it from his hands.
" Why did you get this," I asked.
" Because, presuming that you haven't changed in he last five years she still write in that diary every night," he laughed.
" You haven't read it. Have you," I questioned.
The thought of anyone reading my private thoughts was bad enough. But Finnick reading them would be even worse, I've had a crush on him since the day we met.
" I hope the blond haired, blue eyed victor that you think about is me," he said grinning. I threw a pillow at him and it hit his nose. " Aim's as good as ever I see." I couldn't help laughing as he glanced in the mirror to make sure the pillow hasn't wrecked his nose.