Chapter 1:The Reaping
It was the 74th Hunger Games. My heart was pounding of excitement… and fear. I just can't admit that I am worried. Everyone in the whole grade is hoping to get chosen. I feel like a wimp. I am from District 2 for crying out loud! I linger in the garden... thinking.
"Clove! I have your clothes picked out!" my mother yelled with a dash of excitement.
"Is it that same old dress from two years ago?" I asked. I am not really into dresses but it's embarrassing to wear that stupid old gray, girl dress. My mom rushed toward me. Her blue eyes fixed upon my fizzy hair and dirty pants.
"Clove, don't tell me your going to go with that hair?" My mom spat. I bit my lip and sighed.
"Leave me alone!" I growled. I pushed a strand of dark hair out of my face. Instead of that lack of courage my feeling was replaced with a sense of harsh anger. I wish Levyia was here. My eyes swelled up with water. She was always hasty to help. She wasn't my friend or anything, but last year she was in the games. She never came out. A boy from District 12 killed her. They made an alliance together; you see she didn't become a career. Although most people without any alliances of lots of sponsor usually die in the blood bath she managed to survive bringing nothing but a knife out until she met the boy. He was nice until Levyia killed the other girl from District 12. They both simultaneously threw weapons at each other and both died. I miss her even though I don't know her. My face turned red with frustration. I am never going to make an alliance… with anyone at all.
"Didn't that boy Cato-"
"Isaac mom!" I snapped annoyed.
"Yes Isaac teased you for that unhygienic self of yours?" She questioned. Her brown hair was just as messy as mine.
"He teased me because of the dress you picked for me last year!" I yelled
"Fail!" a voice behind me stated. I picked my knife from the bench in the garden poised to attack. It was the 10 year old girl from down block.
"We are kind of ion an argument here!" I told her.
"Fail!" She stated again.
"You know you just failed yourself right?" I glared at her emerald eyes. I left for my room. A beautiful green dress that brought out my dark hair and eyes wonderfully was plaid on my bed. My mother brushes my thick hair and let it loose. I looked the best. No one can tell that I can dart a knife right at their heart.
We walked to the town square where a very black and yellow striped woman appeared. She drowned on about all this history stuff. I felt like throwing some of my sharpest knives at her bright yellow buttocks. She was about to announce the names of the tributes. I started biting my nails, hitting myself hopping I can get picked. I was worried but now that I'm thinking about it I need to kill, for Levyia, for Isaac, for the ten year-old down the block, for revenge….
"Ladies first!" the black and yellow woman said. She reached into the sphere and called "Clove Emerson!"
"Yes!" I yelled. My mother's sea colored eyes remained cold but confident. The woman started digging into the other sphere and called with the same emotion "Cato Brentwood!" The boy was big but not in a constipated elephant way like a tall type of way. I knew I had to kill him.