Before the Games
Hi guys! This is going to be my first story. I hope you'll like it.
I own nothing except the plot.
It was 10 o'clock in the evening and storming like crazy in District 2.
A young girl by the name of Clove was sitting in her room, throwing knives at the wall opposite her. Determination marked her pale face and her conceited smile grew bigger with every knife hitting her "prey". After having thrown all the knives she possessed, Clove walked towards the wall to collect her precious blades. The marks her knives had left in the wall would have been a problem if her parents got to see them. But they wouldn't see it, because they were never there.
It bothered her a lot to always be alone, although she did like to have the house to herself sometimes, but she knew that their jobs were very important to her parents. Peacekeepers. Clove didn't understand why her parents loved to be peacekeepers so much. In 2 you'd only become a peacekeeper if you weren't strong enough for the games or if you wanted to avoid having to work in the mines. Neither her mum nor dad was a victor or related to a victor, but they had decent jobs before they left everything, including their daughter, behind to go work as a peacekeeper in whatever district they were needed. Her dad used to be a blacksmith and he's the reason Clove discovered her passion: throwing knives. Her mum was a mathematics teacher at the one high school District 2 possessed. She helped Clove a lot with improving her throwing skills. After all you can't throw a knife decently without calculating the speed of your throw and the distance between yourself and the "prey" and you can't calculate without knowing your mathematics.
Clove put all her knives, except for the 5 she always kept with her, back in their boxes and went downstairs in the small living room and kitchen to go drink some water. She lifted the bucket with fresh water and poured herself a big glass of the cold goodness. After she had drunk her second glass, Clove went back upstairs and prepared herself to go to sleep. She brushed her teeth above yet another bucket in a small room used as a bathroom by her and brushed her thick black hair.
She went back into her room and lay down in one of the 2 beds. She was glad this boring day was as good as over. It was Sunday and normally she would've gone to the Academy to train (even though it was closed, she always found a way in) but the trainers had used this "day off" to talk about who had a chance at entering the games this year. Clove knew it wasn't her turn to volunteer yet, so this "day off" was a lost day for her. At least she could go train and see Cato tomorrow. Ah, Cato, her best friend and the pride of District 2. He was feared by almost everyone, but not by her. She was Clove Sevina after all, a fearless and lethal career. She was his equal: he was stronger, she was faster, he was good with a sword, she was skilled with a knife.
He was the only thing she was grateful to her parents for. After all the reason why they became friends is because her parents were befriend with his.
Clove turned around so she faced the window. If only they hadn't left. But they had. And Clove was reminded of the reason why every time she saw the second bed.
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