I never used to be very violent. But that was when I was younger. That was before the training began. Before I met him.
"Hello, Clove, My name is Olive." Said the woman that would be my trainer for the next 10 years. Right up until I volunteer myself for the Games. I was lucky enough to have a previous Victor of the Games as my trainer; no doubt my mother and father paid extra money to have her train me, I always get the best from them. She was talking to me in a very patronizing tone, probably in an attempt to calm the five year old that was me. I mean, I was about to be faced with weapons that could kill me, or anyone I wanted to kill, for crying out loud! But I wasn't scared. In fact, quite the opposite; I was excited. I was ready.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi, guys! This is my first fanfic that I have ever written, but I am hoping that it will turn out well. This is just an introduction for my story, and I will post the rest as it comes to me :) I would love to get some feedback on this, so please leave a comment, and maybe give me some ways that I could improve it? Thanks!