Hello everyone, this is my first fan fiction story so sorry if it sucks. Also, if you actually read this and decide to continue on, it will be very slow uploads…probably on Sundays so I have two days to write a week…SO MUCH SCHOOL WORK and I am on a swim team so everyday practice…WOOHOO. Thank you for taking the time to be interested and read this…I HOPE YOU ENJOY! Okay, I misled you. Please tell me anything I should fix or change before I write the next chapter because I have a great story planned for Aislee (YOU BARELY KNOW HER!) and I want some feedback before I continue.

OH, and by the way Aislee's nickname with her friends is "Ais" pronounced ayes (like A in plural).

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own the rights to The Hunger Games, but I do own my characters and facts from this story…though it is based off of The Hunger Games.

Chapter One

I watch his tan body jump off the cliff into the calm sea below. His lean physeek turning into a quick flip and back into a dive right before he plunged into the water. He stays under for a while, but then he pops out of the water with a splash. He swims to the shore with a swift freestyle stroke. I watch him climb back up to where I am sitting, hugging my knees.

"Cold?" He asks.

"No. Just worried." I say with a quiver in my voice.

"Aren't we all, Aislee?" His melodic honey smooth voice says. "You can't go around moping every year when you don't even know what's going to happen. You know that."

"I do know what's going to happen: 23 people will die very soon, and most likely, two of those people, will be my friends. IT COULD BE ME! You're right that I have no idea, but in a way, I do." I say. I don't want to get angry with him. I never want to. It's just so easy to get angry at someone who's so calm at a time like this. The Reaping.

"Calm down, Ais." His reassuring voice calms me. "How about you and I take a quick swim before we have to go home and make ourselves 'presentable' for the capital." I laugh at his joke and then agree. I stand up and start to take my cover up off, but I feel a pair of hands around my waist and then Finn lifts my shear dress above my head revealing my light blue one-piece swimsuit. My pale skin looks albino in the sun. I feel very self-conscious and vulnerable next to him. He turns me around to face him. A thoughtful look in his sea green eyes make my knees weaken, but he catches me.

"Whoa there soldier." This ruins my moment. "Okay, maybe we'll take that swim tomorrow." How can he say that? Tomorrow? I might not be here tomorrow. I might be in the Capitol awaiting my certain death. I don't want to argue though. I'm not in the mood.

We walk back toward town on our secret trail. That's where I met Finn for the first time. We were 12 and I was running on this path I had made by trudging to and from my cliff. Finn noticed me disappear into the shrubbery and followed me. He asked what was wrong and we started talking about The Hunger Games, I was scared so he comforted me. We instantly clicked and have been friends ever since. I have probably had a crush on him for about 3 years now, so two years after we met, when I was 14, I am now 17. He's seems to be pretty oblivious to it, which is good, but my little sister Pearl says she and her friends think he likes me too.

We emerge from the bushes, sand in our toes, and we keep on walking until about 40 meters from my house.

"Race ya!" He shouts and then sprints off. I, being an excellent sprinter, run after him, catching up to him with every stride.

"HAHAHAHA! You'll never beat me! No matter how hard you try." I shout at him as I pass him. I stick out my tongue in confidence.

I keep running, about 5 meters to my front yard, when I get hit with such force the wind is almost knocked out of me.

"GOTCHA!" Finn yells as we tumble onto the green lawn. I struggle to get out of his grip, but he's too strong. I thrash around as he laughs. He loosens his grip on me and I push him underneath me and mock his laughter.

"Hey! No fair. Well, you must be stronger." He praises me. He knows he loosened his hold on me, but apparently he wanted me to win. Then his gorgeous smile fades and I change my face to a puzzled look. He stares at me with those eyes! I can't help but to give a kind of puppy dog eyes look. He strokes my face and I relax. My whole body is shaking as he rolls us the opposite way. Then he leans in and kisses me! SMACK ON THE MOUTH! And I kiss him back. For about five minutes our bodies interlock and he kisses me and I kiss him. This feeling is great. I'm pretty sure he likes me. Unless he's playing with me, which is not like him at all. I push at his chest and he sits up.

"I'm sorry." He says. "I shouldn't have done that. That was unacceptable. I will leave. I'm sorry." His voice continues on, but I put my finger to his lips. He stops. I really don't know what to say, but today is the Reaping. People don't declare their love for someone on the day of the Reaping.

"Why? Why today? Why now?" I spit out. He tries to answer, but I start again. "You could've done that yesterday or the day before. You knew didn't you? How long have you known? You could've told me that you knew? But today! What is going on?" I am on the verge of shouting. I would love to continue the kissing, but I know that something is wrong.

"I…I…I…I'M VOLUNTEERING! I know you would've never expected me to, but I am. I just want to show the Capitol that someone can make a difference in their stupid Games. Even if I die trying. I could've never told you because you would stop me. Telling you now is a mistake, but I couldn't lie to you." He says. It seems like he's going to cry, but Finn Terry doesn't cry. I want to interject, but I can tell he has more to say. "I've known since you started liking me that you did. I just thought that if we tried anything more than friendship our relationship would be ruined. I'm sorry." He just stares at me. I have nothing to say. I want to yell and scream and pound him with my fists! But I won't, nor will I ever. I just look down and walk into my house. He knows not to follow me. But I may never see him again.

OOOOHHH. What next? You won't know unless you tell me what I can change or fix or whatever! I wrote this in 45 minutes so I might revise it and post it again because Its 12 45 am and I'm tired so I didn't write well. SORRY. Also This is going to be really long. I'm not cutting the train or the stylist stuff or anything. NOTHING. Okay. Well goodnight. BYEEEE. CLICK THE REVIEW BUTTON. AND THE SUBSCRIBE BOX! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO PUSH IT…