This is a clato fanfic, and also my first fanfic on here (: I hope you like it x
Chapter 1.
Cloves POV:
I run, the rain soaking through my body and getting into my skin. In my left hand I hold a sword,old but still in good nick. I run past a tree,but then go back on my self and start scampering up the thin branches,I find a perfect place to sit amongst the branches and there are leaves above me stopping the worst of the rain getting in. Then I hear the familiar footsteps "clove!" He yells
"Hello cato" I say snickering
"Give me my sword back!" He pleads "or I will come up there and get it myself"
"Oh we both know there is no chance you can climb this tree-you are 6ft tall, and therefore extremely heavy'
"I'm only heavy because of my muscles " He says lifting up his arm to show me his biceps,ugh he makes a joke out of everything. In my anger I chuck one of my knives down at him,it barely touches his skin-but he still gets a mark
"Hey! calm down!" He says
"No' I say gritting my teeth
"Whatever! Anyway can I have my sword back? Please?" He says batting his eyelashes-in an attempt to seduce me?
"Yes-if you stop teasing me about being short!" I exclaim
"Okay, fine' he says with sincerity in his voice.
I then throw his sword down from the tree, so it lands inches from his feet,and then I jump from the tree.
"Didn't know you could jump-or throw swords so well" cato says raising his eyebrows "well the fact that I can do those things makes me very unlike you-doesn't it?" I say infuriating him on purpose
"I can jump really well" he says in defence
"Err...no you can't! You are about as graceful and light on your feet as president snow!"
"I can fight with swords!" He says
"Yes" I agree "but can you throw them from high up a tree?" I ask,he doesn't answer "I think not" I say smugly
"Anyway" he says changing the subject
"It's the reaping tomorrow so we should probably be heading home" me and cato are neighbours and so we train together then go home together everyday. You could say we were friends,best friends but we would never admit it.
"Sure" I say
"So are you going to volunteer for tribute?" Cato asks
"Yes I am" I answer
"Well I hope you win"
"Me too" I say
Very shortly we arrive at our houses
"Good luck for tomorrow" I say
"You too,I'll see you in the morning I guess"
"Goodnight" I then say
"Goodnight" he says then departs
That night I have horrible dreams,being murdered and tortured in the games,I wake up from these nightmares at 2am and I can't fall back to sleep,for the rest of the night I toss and turn in my bed a layer of clammy sweat covering my body. When finally morning comes I get dressed into my reaping outfit,a dark purple velvet dress,I am applying my make-up when cato walks into my room
"What the-"
"Before you shout at me your dad let me in,now hurry up we have 10 minutes till the reaping." Cato says. I rapidly do my hair and make up and pull my shoes on then me and cato walk to the town hall which is about 2 minutes from our house. When we get there, they split us up,and start. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the 74th annual hunger games,now before we pick our tributes we will watch this video the Capitol made for us." Says enobaria-the mentor for the tributes of district 2. They play the same video every year so most people aren't watching it,finally it's over then enobaria says "ladies first" she picks out a slip of paper and reads "flora kerwin" i quickly yell 'I volunteer', then walk up on to the stage. Then she picks out a boys name and reads "cato carter". No. This cant be happening. He cant be in the games! One of us-or both of us might have to die! I'm so in my own world that when enobaria says "shake hands dearies" I barely register. When cato and me shake hands I look into his eyes-but he looks away, obviously upset by the fact that we're both in the games.
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