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"Clove! Get your butt down here before your late to the training school!" My mother hollered.

It was the day when I went to an overnight training school for the rest of my life until I was 18. I was 6 years old and normally the age limit was 9, but I was special. I had my knives. I had done well in regular school and decided to go into the Hunger Games so I was good enough with knives to switch to the training school. I couldn't wait to show all of the older kids up.

"CLOVE!" Again.

I took one last look at my dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. I grabbed my bag and bounded down the stairs very excitedly. I jumped in the car and off we went. We pulled up in front of a large building with a big black iron gate in front of it.

"Well bye honey!" My mom said all too cheerfully.

I couldn't say goodbye. It was too sad. It almost seemed like she was happy to get rid of me, but I hoped I was wrong. I watched as she pulled away in our silver van and started towards the door. I walked in and immediatly saw the front desk person. She was wearing ugly glasses and she had brown hair. If you got rid of the glasses she could be almost pretty.

"Hello what can I do for you?" She said sweetly.

"Hi I'm Clove and I'm here to sign in for training." My head barely came up to the top of the counter.

"Oh! Yes I heard we were getting a new student today! Your room will be 112. I will take your bag you go into the training room which is the door on the left so we can evaluate you."

She handed me my key and I left my bag with the lady and headed to the left. As I walked in I gasped. It was huge. Dummy's of any sort and all kinds of weapons were in the room. I looked over at the large array of knives and knew where I was headed. I only saw one other person in there; a boy who looked about three years older than me with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was slicing dummies with swords and with deadly accuracy just like I could with knives. When he was done, all of the dummies looked like they had been through a shredder. I tried to shake the image of him out of my head, but it was glued onto my brain. I headed over to the knives when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the boy.

"What do you want?" I bravely asked. Maybe I was a bit antisocial and had a hard time making friends.

"I just wanted to let you know that a twerp like you will never make it in here." Yes I was small for my age and he did tower over me. He looked like the Empire State Building!

Instantly I threw a knife right beside his ear and it lodged its way into the wall. I then threw one backwards so it hit the middle of the dummy and finally threw one at a dummy all the way across the room and it hit dead center. Without me even looking.

He ruffled my hair. "Hmm your not as bad as I thought. Cato." He stuck out his hand.

"Clove." I shook his hand and that moment we instantly became friends.

A/N:

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfic so don't be mean. Will get better I promise! Constructive Criticism encouraged!

Yay Clato!
~Kat