"Cato," his mother says gently, "Cato." She goes to look at Cato's sword and almost picks one up but Cato jumps out of bed and knocks her over before she can.
"Cato, now that you've turned twelve, you have to go to the Training Center and tell them on an age you want to volunteer for the Hunger Games."
He climbed out of bed and threw on his Training Center uniform. Technically, he was training for the Hunger Games illegally but since District 2 made weapons for the Hunger Games, the peacekeepers never caught them.
"Mom, why do I have to do it now?"
"Well if you don't do it now, all the spaces will be filled up with others who train there and you will never be in it. Besides, your little friend, Clove, will be walking you."
Cato ran into the kitchen and ate some cereal, toast, an apple, and an orange. Then there was a high pitched yell.
"Cato! It's time to go!" and a a knife came through the door and almost chopped of Cato's head.
"Hey, Clove is here!" realized Cato.