Ok. So this is my first fanfiction. Instructive critisizm is always welcome, expecially for my grammar and spelling!

Please pardon my grammar and spelling.

*Flashback*

Annie Crest was sitting at the edge of the beach, the water gently lapping at her feet. Every time the cold water hit her feet, she squealed quietly, surprised by the cold water. Even though she was here for over an hour, she still haven't adjusted to the cold tempreture of the water.

She squealed again.

"Scared of the water?" Someone taunted a few feet from her. She turned her head.

"No, Finnick!" She cried out, trying to sound angry, but failing.

"Was that squealing I just heard?" Finnick teases.

"No." She abruptly said.

"I don't believe you."

"You never believe me."

"That is true." He says, walking over to Annie. Annie frowned.

Annie was the youngest of three. Her older sister was twenty, her older brother was 13, so was Finnick. Finnick has a younger brother that was Annie's age, nine, and two older brothers, one that was eighteen, and one that was twenty two. Annie's father sold fish in the market, while Annie and her mother mended and sold nets. Finnick's family was also in the fishing business, but always stealing fish from the Cresta's stock. It angered her father a lot. The Odairs would fish on the Cresta's small strip of beach, stealing baits from the traps and stealing fish from them. The Odairs prospered from stealing, while the Cresta's were losing money.

The Odair boys were pretty handsome and charming as was the Cresta girls beautiful, with their heartbreak brother, like the Odairs. Though once you see through their film of pretty, they aren't very nice at all. Most of them were cocky and annoying, bugging you at the worst times possible, they wren't very nice to Annie. Not really.

*End of Flashback*

"Tie this blue bow in your hair Annie." Annie's mother says, handing her a bow.

Annie was wearing a white plain dress that reached her knees and a pair of black flats. She had her hair up in a ponytail, with a bow. It was the reaping and everyone was in a state of gloomyness, not everyone was up to see the next people to be reaped.

Annie was ten, finnick and her brother, 14. She stepped out of their little beachhouse, with it's new coat of expensive paint and it's ricity rackity stairs. She was closely followed by the rest of their family.

She stood with her parents, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Now now, ladies and gentlemen, we don't have to get too excited right now! It's just the beginning!" Said Raymona Gersillia, at the podium.

Everyone started muttering. Raymona Gersillia was trying to keep up her cheerful expression as long as she could. Annie tuned out for most of the speeches, but came back to reality when it's time to draw the names.

"Girls first, ladies and gentlemen." She says, the tension heightening as her wickedly long heels against the stage were the only sound. She walked there like she had all the time in the world.

"Ashley Andersea." She says, you could hear everyone relax their shoulders except for the relatives of the tribute.

"Boys now." She says, making her slow walk to the other end.

"Finnick Odair."

And you could hear his parents crying next to me.