The Odds Aren't In My Favor

Feather Amaris Albany was on her own. Her parents had married when they were in their teens, but a year after they had Feather, her father died in The Hunger Games. When she was twelve, her mother died, leaving her alone and on her own. She had to take care of herself. She traded, she hunted and she learned to fight...Especially since she had to stay alive and no one was there for her. But, after the first few months, someone helped her and that someone was Finnick O'Dair. He had helped her out by paying her to do things around the house for him and he had given her things that she needed. Now, she's seventeen and facing the next greatest danger in her life...The Hunger Games. She wishes that it was a nightmare, she hopes that it's all a dream, but sadly it's a reality that she has to live with. Now she must fight to the death and stay alive, and with Finnick as a mentor, she's sure that she can do it! Feelings start to get in the way, and she fights for her life, but what'll happen?


1. Life

District four. My home.

As I gazed out at the water in front of me, I realized that today would be a good day to fish.

The fishermen were already working on getting ready to go out and I watched as they fixed their nets and sharpened their tridents.

The sky was blue and the birds were singing...Even the annoying seagulls.

Little boys and girls came with their lunch pails. School here only lasted for three hours and then they were sent off to work.

I honestly felt bad for the little ones and watched them as they walked toward the docks where their fishermen friends awaited.

Little Adeline was happy as ever, even though she was headed off to work with her dad. She looked at me smiling as she passed.

"Good morning, Feather." She said in her cheerful, happy tone.

"Good morning, Adeline." I say smiling. "Going to fish?"

"You know the drill," She say smiling. "No work, no supper."

I nod. "You're a good girl Adeline. You have a very good heart."

She blushes. "T-Thank you Feather...No one ever tells me anything like that."

"Well, one day a boy will recognize what a rare find you are and he'll want you all to himself." I say smiling.

Adeline wasn't but only twelve, yet, she was incredibly talented in the fishing business as well as canning too!

She smiled, walking on to go down the wooden dock, climbing aboard her fathers wooden boat.

He waved as I waved and then they were on their way.

The Victor homes weren't far away from the boating docks, but the other houses were a good twenty minute walk.

Sometimes, of a morning, Finnick would come down and watch them all as they left...I hid.
It's not that I didn't like him or anything....It's just that he always made me nervous.
When I was twelve, he helped me out...Giving me jobs to do around his house and then some other stuff.
Now, I was seventeen and he was nineteen.
A gentle breeze swept by and my blonde hair flew gently and lazily in it.
My green eyes gazed out at the many boats that were now leaving the docks.
The water wasn't clear....But it was almost that way.
As I sighed, crossing my arms and gazing out at it all, I felt a presence very near to me.
My eyes didn't dare to look away from this wonderful scene...It was like a painting or a perfect picture I guess you could say...There was just something about it that was so mesmerizing and spectacular.

As I kept gazing at the water that was sparkling because of the overhead sun, I thought about Adeline and the many other kids who would be entered in the Hunger Games this year.
I dreaded it for them...For anyone really...And I wish that they'd never have to live this way...
As I was about to turn around, he stood by my side, staring out at the water...He wasn't supposed to be out here on Thursdays, but here he was!
Why wasn't I hiding? Oh yeah, that's right! He only came out on Tuesday's and Friday's to watch...Not Thursday's!
Therefore, I knew not that he'd be here, yet, here he was.

"I haven't seen you lately, Feather." He said my name softly and gently, as if it were fragile.

"You hardly ever see me." I say with a smile.

He moves his gaze over to me. "That sometimes worries me," He then smirks. "Especially knowing how much trouble you can get into."

The market incident when I was fifteen was still imprinted on my mind....Forever.

Although, now I tended to laugh at it.

I smiled, looking over at him and meeting his eyes. "One time, it was just one time!"

He laughs. "One time I'll never forget either."

I blushed, turning to look away.
He made me nervous and I was always afraid that I'd say something stupid around him.
I smiled as I thought of how close we were...We were really good friends, although we both didn't see each other much and even though he made me nervous.
The market incident, though, was something that was not easy to forget.
I was actually trying to run from a guy who threatened to beat me up.
After falling into a pile of fish though and then into the water, the fishy smell was more than I could take and I may have gotten a bit sick.
Finnick took me home and let me clean up, then he kept laughing because I still smelled like fish...

He changed the subject...

"So this is your last year of being entered in the reaping." He says.

"Yeah." I say. "I'm almost homefree."

Then I thought about Adeline...

"Although, I feel terrible for the kids that are just being entered in the reaping this year for the first time." I say. "Why does the Capitol have to do this to them? They have lives and dreams and goals, yet they don't care if it gets taken all away..."

He nods while I stare at the water again.

The little boats were just specks now.

"I understand." He says. "It's not something I take lightly either. I'm glad not to be in it anymore, but I feel sorry for those who are forced into it."

At one point in time, he had told m what it was like, fighting for your life and survival... I remembered our conversation on that matter quite well.

He had said that it felt like thousands upon thousands of hot blazing knives were being thrown at you every second. Each one was either a though, a feeling or a warning....
He had told me of what it was like, being forced to kill and being forced to be hunted...How some enjoyed being the hunters and how some were bloodthirsty.
It was something I never wanted to witness, yet something I was still entered for against my will.
We weren't free, we made no choices...Everything was done for us, whether we liked it or not.
I despised it all. The Capitol, the game makers, President Snow---I despised it so much that I could burn the whole city down, although they had enough lights to do that for them.
Finnick was staring at me and I looked into his eyes.

"I hope that life treats you well after the reaping." He says.

I smile. "Thank you, I am forever in your debt for you kindness."

He smiled at me. "You owe me nothing."

"I owe you lots." I say honestly. "You've done so much for me that I must repay you somehow."

He smiles. "Fine, I'll think about it."

As I paid attention to his white shirt and black jeans, I smiled at how he made sure everything fit him well.

This suited him very well and I smiled, biting my lip as I turned back to look at the water.

"Some girl is going to fall for you so hard someday." I say.

He chuckles. "Some guy is going to be your secret admirer one day too."

I roll my eyes. "That won't happen."

I can tell by the silence that he's frowning, and sure enough, when he turns me around to face him, he's frowning.

"Someday, a man will cross your path and he will fall head over heels with you. He will love you and protect you and give you all of his love, showing you what you mean to him all the time." He says.

His words sounded so true, at least that's what he wanted to believe, but I knew better.

"Love at first sight and fairytale love don't exist Finnick." I say looking into his eyes.

"That's where you're wrong." He says smiling. "You just haven't found it out yet."

I roll my eyes and he smirks. "Never doubt it Feather, you'd be better off believing me when I tell you that."

Looking into his eyes, I wonder what he means, but I then quickly chicken out I guess you could say.

"I've gotta go." I say starting to walk off.

"Why don't you stay with me tonight?" He asks, turning around and making me turn around, although I don't stop walking. "We could have a drink or something."

Smiling, I shake my head. "You'll never do Finnick O'Dair. Fore you are the death of some girls who wish so hard to be yours."

"Aha, but see, you have to believe in those wishes." He says.

I smile and turn back around. "Maybe some other time Finnick. Thank you though."

"You're welcome Feather." He says as I walk on.

The day was beautiful, different and somehow bittersweet...Although I didn't know why.

The reaping was this Saturday and I knew that something was going to go down...But I didn't exactly know what...


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