Clato Fan Fiction Chapter one: Today we meet

I heart Cato and Clove, so I'm writing this fan fiction about the two of them. And it shows that they are not blood-thirsty careers but children thrown into this world. I'm not sure how long it would be so bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hunger Games, 'cuz if I did, then Cato and Clove would have won. Alexander Ludwig and Isabelle Furman are not mine. (BUT I DO 3 A.L.)

Clove Pov.

"Mom, can we go?" I ask. Mom says that we are finally done moving our stuff, and today we will finally get to meet our neighbors. I heard that they have a child my age.

"Hold your horses, Clove." My mom calls from the second floor of our new house. Our new house was made out of rocks (Duh, we're the masonry district) and it was beautiful. I'm not that type of girly-girl so hearing me say something is beautiful is very rare.

"I'm coming," she calls as she was running down. "Now, Clove, make a good impression on these people. When I'm at work I want to see if they could watch you." My parents were peacekeepers in district two, but they often leave and go to where ever peace is needed to be kept. She is downstairs now and she looks stunning. Mom was wearing a soft brown crow-neck sweater with a dark brown skirt.

"You look great, mom. Now can we go?" I ask again.

"Fine," My mom tells me as she straightens the light blue dress I was wearing, the one that she literally had to wrestle me into. I also wore black leggings and the flats that my mom said will look good on me.

We walked next door, I wanted to run; but mom says even though I am only three years old, I had to be poised. Whatever that meant. We cross the lawn and my heart began to race, I hope that my new neighbors liked me and I hope that their child could be my friend.

*Ding-Dong* the loud annoying sound brings me back to reality. The door opens a crak and I see a blonde boy peering at us, and then calling "MOM! THERE'S PEOPLE AT THE DOOR!" in a very loud voice.

"LET THEM IN, I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND!" an equally loud voice called back.

The boy opened the door a little wider and even though I was nervous, my mother confidently stepped in. Soon another woman joined the three of us at the door. She was dressed in a grey cardigan with a black dress.

"Cato. Let these people in more politely, will ya?" she says to the little boy. *Cato* that name registers in my head. Then she turns to us, "Please forgive my soon, he is only three. Come in."

"My daughter Clove is three, too." My mom announces proudly. "We are you new neighbors"

"That's great." The two moms begin to talk, fist about me and Cato, then about dresses and then about the training center. When they finally notice that Cato and I are bored to death, his mother tells us to go out and have fun.

"YAY!" Cato screams, jumping up, he pulls me by the hands and asks if I wanted to play tag.

I then, too, leap up, and tag him saying "you're it!" and scurrying away. From then, Cato and I became best friends.

That is only the beginning of our little story.

A.N.

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-Angie