Sea Green

Chapter One: Finnick Odair.

The sun casts it's beams through the window and across my face. I stretch my arms above my head.

I don't want to get up, that just means a whole day of work. It's not that I mind work, but the reaping is tomorrow, and I don't want to be worn out. I sigh as I feel someone jump onto the edge of my bed.

"Wake up sleeping beauty!"

Without opening my eyes I already know who it is: Surf, Wake. A seventeen year old, that lives in the district four community home. His bed is next to mine, unfortunately. We are most definitely not friends, in fact i'm not really friends with any of the boys in the community home. The older boys tease me, and the younger ones are glad that there is someone else getting beat up on besides them.

I don't have any parents, at least none that I remember. They told me that my mother conceived me through wedlock, and that as soon as I was born she dumped me off at the home, and here I've been ever since. I got a job as soon as I could, and I go to the training center almost everyday. Not that I ever want to be a career, it's just nice to be ready.

Surf is joined by someone else, sitting on the other side of my bed.

"Does the princess not want to get up this morning?"

I hear Gil's jeering comment, he is Surf's buddy, and they often gang up on me. I still haven't opened my eyes, hopping that they'll get discouraged and leave. No such luck, Surf slaps my face hard. I open my eyes and sit up quickly. Gil's grinning face greets my blurry eyes, as they focus, his messy fiery hair and freckled face become clear. He snickers,

"Aw. Did we wake up the princess? I hope your pretty face doesn't bruise."

I lunge at him, and knock him to the ground, pinning him down, I glare into his frightened eyes.

"Why don't you pick on someone ugly as you huh?"

I feel two vice like hands grab my bare arms, yanking me up, I'm face to face with Surf. He is Taller than me by a good six inches, which is saying a lot because I am tall for a fourteen year old. His dirty blonde hair is cut short, and his cold blue eyes bore into mine.

"Why don't we make you as ugly as us? Then you wont be a princess anymore!"

I know what's coming, and duck as he swings his fist at me. Dodging away from him, I grab a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Running quickly to the bathrooms, I change and slide out the window. A trick I learned long ago to escape being trapped.

I sigh as I flex my arms, my skin is a natural golden brown, darkened slightly by being in the sun. I'm a lot more muscular than most boys. But that comes from the years of work and training. I run my fingers through my wavy bronze hair. It's going to be a long day.