I remember right before you were picked I looked at you. Your face was pale and fist clenched. You had no idea what to do. Your best friend was picked at the reaping.
We didn't start out friend. I turned 12 I started training to become a Career. It was hard training and I hated it. Some days when it was time to end training, I would just run out of the room as fast as I could. I was never good at sword fighting or throwing a spear. But when they gave me the throwing knife I knew I might be good at it. I met you when I was 14 I threw my knife and I hurt my shoulder. My knife went into someone else target. I was so embarrassed and I had no idea what to do. I remember seeing a boy who used that target for spearing, walk up to the target and grab my knife. I saw him before; I thought he was the scariest guy here. He is a year or so older than me. He walked right over to me and handed me my knife. I was too afraid to make eye contact so I kept my head low. When I went in to reach for the knife my shoulder started to hurt. I tried to life it higher than a few inches but I couldn't. I fell to the ground in pain. That's when I felt your arms around me. That was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital the next day. I had no idea what was going on. I tried to sit up put the pain was too much to handle. I lay back down and turned my head to the right. I almost had a heart attack when I saw him sitting in the chair looking at me. 'Has he been here all night?' I wonder. He gives me a smile and for the first time ever I heard his voice
"Sorry if I scared you. I just wanted to know if you were ok." He said in a soft voice.
"It's alright. I- I am Clove." I say. I look into his beautiful eyes and see them light up.
"I am Cato" He says with a smile. I can't help but think he is a cutie. "You were out for a while. I didn't know a dislocated shoulder could cause that much pain" He says with a chuckle. I can't help but laugh also. Little did I know that would be the start of a great friendship.