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"Clove! Clove! You have to wake up, it's Reaping day today." My mother tries to get me to wake up. I'm not an early riser- all I do everyday is training and that only starts at 2 in the afternoon. But today isn't a normal day, it's the day of the Reaping.

District 2 is like, the second district, duh, so our Reaping is pretty early in the day. Every year, a female and a male from each district gets reaped to play in the Hunger Games, where we all fight to the death. Districts 1, 2 and 4 are Career districts, so winning is the greatest honour possible. Most other districts live in fear of being reaped, but we have so many p I've been training for the Games ever since I was 10, with the past victor, mentor and my idol, Enobaria. In her games, she ripped someone's throat open wit her teeth.

Since I was eligible at 12, I've been trying to volunteer for the Games, but someone else always beats me to it. Enobaria says I haven't been trying hard enough. I'm 17 this year, and it's my second last eligible year. I have to get in the Games this year. Next year is the Quarter Quell, and they might have a Quell that makes me ineligible for the Games, so I have to treat this year as my last. I have to get into the Games.

Mother lays out my Reaping dress, one that we went shopping for last week. A pale pink dress, that looks like the moon rising. It's what I want the whole of Panem to think of me, if- when I volunteer for the Games.

I put on my dress, a matching hair ribbon and shoes, grab a piece of butter bread and head off to the Square. It's a grand place, really, all our official events are held here. I get my attendance taken by a Peacekeeper, and I head off to stand in the area roped off for 17 year olds. Everyone either looks excited and ready to volunteer, or bored and wanting to go home and get on with life. Sadly, the Reaping is compulsory so they have to waste their time watching me represent their District.

The mayor reads the stupid and pointless history of Panem and the Treaty of Treason. Who cares? I just want to get this over with and win the Games. Then, our past victors are introduced. We've got lots, since we're a Career district and we usually win. The last to be introduced are the mentors for this year's tributes, Brutus and Enobaria.

Then, he introduces our escort, which is just some silly lady from the Capitol assigned to our District to help us in presentation and stuff. Like I need her help. Her name is Sparkle Star. What a name! She's got all sorts of disguisting plastic surgery. Ugh, when I live in the Capitol, I won't get all those.

"Ladies first!" Sparkle squeaks in her annoying high pitched voice. This is my time. I have to volunteer first. I have to. Concentrate, Clove…

Sparkle picks a name out of the Reaping ball. "Ab-"

"I volunteer! I volunteer!" I shout. I would have hollered as loudly as possible, but the whole of Panem is watching, and I don't want them to think I'm a monster.

"Come on up then, girl in pink!" That's me! I grin to myself. I've done it! I'm in the Games! "What's your name?"

"Clove Gare," I say as indifferently as possible.

"Well done Clove! Your female tribute for District 2, Clove Gare!" Sparkle says in that irritating voice of hers.

I can't believe it. I've done it! Mother and Father and Enobaria would be so proud. I am in dreamland for when the boy tribute is reaped, until the volunteer comes and stands next to me.

He is tall, strong and muscular. My heart beats fast as we are told to shake hands. His hands feel so manly! Who is this dude? His name, Cato I think. Cato… handsome name.

No, no I can't be falling in love with this guy! We'll be allies, but only one of us can win, and that's me! But I would die for him…

We are taken into the Justice Building, and I keep my gaze on this boy, until we are sent into our separate rooms to say our goodbyes to our families.

What was I thinking? I shake my head in those 5 minutes of alone time I'm given. He's not a friend, or a lover. He's my enemy! I'm going to have to get over him before we go into the Arena, or I'm screwed.

"Visitor for you!" A peacekeeper interrupts my thoughts.

"Clove, honey! I'm so proud of you!" Mother says, as she walks in with Father.

"Take care, okay?" Father looks worried. Just like him to spoil all the fun.

"I'll be alright, Father… I'll come back with lots of money, and I'll take us all to the Capitol!"

"Okay…" Father replies, still worried. My parents give me a final hug, and they leave the room. Nothing much to say goodbye for anyway, I'm coming back home.

I have no other visitors. That's expected I guess, since I don't go to school. The only people I see all day are my parents, and Enobaria at training. Occasionally some other wannabe tributes too, but I don't ever talk.

I sit in silence, until some Peacekeepers come to lead me to the tribute train. I smile, and wave at my admirers on the way, until I see Cato again and I lose my mind. Oh, that boy! I just want to kiss him, and never let go…