Chapter 1

"Finnick Odair!"

Finnick? But my names in there three times. The crowd parts except for Malik, who's grabbed onto my wrist and refuses to let go. Suddenly, all of Mags's training kicks in. The Games start now. I give Malik a look before removing his hand from my wrist. I will apologize for it during goodbyes. But now I need to start advertising myself.

I put on a cocky smile as I make my way up to the stage, waving to the cameras in the crowd. I shake Arielle's hand, which she absolutely adores. When she asks for volunteers the crowd stays silent.