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Well, this is my first fanfict. Feel free to read, comment and review. Please forgive my awful grammars and vocabularies :( I'm not a native English speaker.
Chapter 1
The fire is dancing in the fireplace. The last week of winter was always the hardest time to face in District 2. I rub my hands together to warm myself. It's 2 o'clock in the morning, and there's no sign that my parents would come back soon. I sigh, lock the door and going upstairs, crawling into my cold bed under my warm blanket.
I was late. It's all because I have to stay awake, waiting my parents like a cat waiting for his master to get feed. Those malaria disease must have spread badly in District 4, which means my parents wouldn't come back in two or three days. Leaving me alone, again.
I'm going downstairs, getting ready for training. I have to train extremely harder for Hunger Games next week, and I was hoping that my name would picked as tribute. If not, I will volunteering myself and compete with the other kids that want to do so. I pick my coat and wear my old boots and going through thick snow to the Training Center.
The Training Center has become so crowded and Trainer Dome, shout at me for being late for ten minutes. I didn't notice anything he said and went to my favorite station, knives throwing. Those beautiful metals have wait being threw, lining on an aluminum rack on the corner. I gained my full concentration to my targets, those mannequin dolls. They are stay in place at first, but move faster and faster all the time. Two knives were threw and one of them missed, make me mad and throw another knife that stuck on its face.
"You won't make it with anger, Clove."
My head turns around, staring at the blond haired boy who has any courage to criticize me. I hold my last knife on my sweaty hand.
"No one asking for your opinion, Cato."
I set my legs as I lift my hand, ready to throw my last target which moves the fastest. I take a deep breath, imagine that doll is my enemy in the arena. My knife was stuck exactly on its heart. But it was not threw by my hand. But Cato's.
He smiles, like saying "Hey, did you see that? I'm better than you.". I really want to punch his face, making his blue sea eyes swelled. But I'd choose not to do that, and going somewhere else. I'm avoid the sword station because I do know, Cato will make me more embarrassed there.
So, that was it! They may become rival at the first time, but everything will change through the whole story. This is not a propo, I'm just a big fan of them. Please let me know how you thought of it in comments and reviews. Go team Clato!
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