This is short, yes but this is just the prolog the next chapter will be up soon. I promise I am nearly in DC and updates will become regular then.
Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover
Prologue
Clove
As I sit here, next to my best friend on a train speeding towards a city called the Capitol, I got the idea to tell you my tale, because if I don't then you won't ever be able to hear it. I'll tell you right now it isn't going to be a happy one. It's a tale full of tragedy, heart break, pain, suffering and in the mix of it all a few moments of happiness.
My best friend and I have known each other for 11 years now and in just 96 short hours I will be thrown into an arena to fight him to the death. That's just life though isn't it? It has to end in death. Right?
I'll say this again if you didn't catch it, this isn't a happy tale. It is one that will ultimately end in death. Either mine or his or possibly both.
Anyway dramatics aside, my name is Clove Ash I'm 18 years old and I am a killer. That's just how I was raised because around here it's kill or be killed.
