Prologue
My name is Clove Isabelle Furnham and I am 15 years old. I have long, dark hair that goes to my waist. If it was any darker it would be black! I have chocolate coloured eyes and slightly tanned skin. I am only 5'4 but I am strong. I have been training for the Hunger Games since before I could walk, crawl or speak. I throw knives. I am the most feared girl in district 2 and one of the most feared people in 2 overall. My Dad is rather tall and is a stone mason. It was that or become a peacekeeper but they hadn't any vacancies and he hadn't got the right qualifications. He was a spear thrower my Dad. To be a peacekeeper you must do sword,gun, hand to hand, wrestling and a special training course. My Dad has a short temper and I seem to annoy him. This usually ends in tears, slaps and hurt. My mum was a knife thrower like me. She is short like me. She doesn't stand up to Dad. She's too scared. I had an older sister called Callie but since she was 18 she volunteered. She was a spearer and Dads favourite but she was killed by 11 when she was about to kill victor of her Hunger Games was Cato Ludwig. He couldn't save my sister. For some reason Mum and Dad always liked him even though he didn't save her they blame me. Why? I honestly don't know. Cato comes back today from the victory tour. My parents insist that we go and congratulate him but I don't want to. He practically killed my sister.
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I check my alarm. 7:36am. Oh gosh. We leave at 8!I rush out of bed and get in the shower. Cold water cascades down my body and I clench my jaw. Hot water is one of the things we can't afford anymore. Seeing as Dad forbids Mum to work and we don't get Callie's weekend job money and I'm too young to work we are a bit short on cash. I wash my hair with the vile smelling cheap green gloop that is supposedly shampoo. I dry myself and dress in the outfit that my mother chose. I was given strict instructions on what to wear today. I dress in a white ruffled blouse with green flowers on and a black pleated skirt that goes to just above my knees. I wear long white socks and black slip on shoes. I brush my hair and try to tame the after wash frizz. I put on some foundation, a natural eye shadow, blush, mascara, and a pale pink lipstick. I look in my hand mirror. I look girly and innocent. I look weak. I scowl and fold my arms. That's better. I walk downstairs and grab a stale loaf of bed. All we can afford. My parents come in.
"Clove. For once you actually look decent." My father says. I scowl and he knits his eyebrows together. "Don't ruin this Clove like you ruin everything else. For once in your life put on a smile, walk a liitle straighter and make a good impression. Is that to much to ask?"His face is red and his fists clench.
"Yes Father." I say.I stand up a little taller and put on the biggest smile i can manage but then, that's not very big.
"Good." Father growls " Now let's go!"