I smoothed over my dark hair looking in the mirror,"You won't get chosen Clove,"I whisper to myself reassuringly smoothing my hands over my dress SMASH!I hear from downstairs making me sigh,that was my parents,they had been fighting for nine years,right after Ivy died,she was killed by her ally,Finnick Odair in her one knew why they still lived together,they talked about my hadn't lived in the richest part of town,not that I of the people were either jerks or the girls that fawned over guys like my best friend Cato Ludwig.
My parents tried to spoil me so I'd love one more than the other.I sigh climbing down the ladder that I had by my window to escape to Cato's house.
I quickly dash to his house muttering swear words to myself for wearing these stupid sandals.
Opening the window to Cato's bedroom I swing me feet over and walk over to his bed where I sit down.
"Morning Cato!"I greet brightly as he walked out of the bathroom brushing his teeth wearing a button up shirt and looked handsome which was quite common for him,not that I'd tell him that,he'd probably get a big head,which he did every time he got a compliment.
He waves in response then walking to the bathroom coming back without his toothbrush.
"You look good,"he says,I beamed forcing myself to hide my blushing."You too,"I say.
"Is something bothering you?"he asks.
"No,"I lie,this makes Cato raise his eyebrows at 's the only one that could see through my lies,other then Ivy,but she died. "Are your parents-" "NO!"I shouted,it was a lie,and Cato knew it.
"Clove you don't have to keep bottling up your emotions." "Well I WANT to,"I snap making him sigh.
"Ready?"he asks making me nod as we walk out of his house heading to the parents said I could volunteer whenever I wanted,both were victors,my mom in the 63rd,my dad in the 60th.
A peacekeeper grabs my arm taking a bit of blood as I stand in a group with all the other 15 year old girls,I look around nervously as Paris Hills walks up to the stage her dark green hair flowing behind her.
"Welcome!Welcome!To the 74th annual Hunger Games!"she shouts with excitement making me roll my eyes.
"Ladies first,"she says reaching her hand into the bowl pulling out a piece of paper.
"Piper Willows!"and a little twelve year-old girl I had seen at the training center walks up looking shaken and scared.
"I VOLUNTEER!I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"I scream making heads turn.I wasn't going to lie,I was a bit surprised myself,I mean I had been offered to be one of the tributes many times I turned it down...I was,waiting you could was my chance,a twelve year old girl?The odds were NOT in her favor,for winning of course."Very good,now,what's your name dear?"Paris asks as I walk up to the stage,Cato's eyes on me,filled with worry and fear."Clove Fuhrman,"I stutter making Paris nod her head.
"And the boy tribute is...Archie Brown!" "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"shouts a voice I'd know anywhere,its Cato.
