Unexpected
1: Bestfriends
Clove's POV
I'm the best. I stand out. I always win, but maybe I don't want to be those things. I want to live normally. Just going to school every day and play around the fields like in other districts. But in District 2, training is essential. Everyone trains when they turn seven. And the reason for that is a thirteen year old got reaped and he didn't last for more than ten minutes in the bloodbath. Ever since that year, they make sure that all eligible children for the games are trained.
I was only six when my father forced me to train. I still remember the first day of training. I was attracted to this one station in the training center. Different kinds of knives were lined up against the board. From the moment I tried throwing them, I fell in love with them. Yes, I am fascinated by them but it doesn't mean that I want to kill people. I have wounded a lot of people from training. But nothing special like killing. I know that even if I get reaped, I have a big chance of winning.
This day, they will pick the two tributes from District 2. I was just about to take the first bite into the still warm bread for breakfast when my best friend barges in my house and throws an apple at me.
Cato's POV
I throw an apple at Clove and greet her. "Good Morning, Clover!"
"Don't call me that! I prefer Clove. C-L-O-V-E. Without an R."
"Okay, okay. Chill, Clover."
She attempts to punch me but I catch her fist and pull her close to me so she can't move. Clove's the only girl I feel comfortable around with. Even though most of the girls at my school would kill to have me as their boyfriend, not that I'm bragging. I met her when she was just six and I was eight. She was training with knives while I was training with a sword. His father and my trainer were very good friends so we would hang out together sometimes. But time passed and me and Clove were spending a lot of time together. I shared my secrets and feelings with her and she would stare hers with me. Then it just happened and we became best friends.
She tries to push me away but I'm too strong. "Let go Cato," she says trying to release herself. I get tired of locking her in my arms and eventually let go of her. She goes back to the dining table, still pissed and bites a piece of bread.
"So what'll you wear to reaping?" I ask.
"Nothing special. Just a blue dress that falls above my knees."
"The same one you wore last year? Why don't you wear the new one your mother bought you?"
"It's way too girly."
"Well, you should look good just in case you get reaped then get sent to the Capitol."
Just as I got her to release the frown from locking her in my arms, she frowns again when I mention her getting reaped.
Clove's POV.
Yes. I'm very good at throwing knives. Heck, I'm the best at it. But I don't want to get reaped. I don't want to be a part of the games. I don't want to lose myself in it. I don't want to become a monster. I get pissed and I throw the fork near me at Cato's direction. He avoids it and looks at me in great shock. "Woah, easy there Clover. You'll get me killed before the reaping starts."
"You know I don't want to get reaped, Cato!"
"Don't worry Clove. You won't," he tells me while trying to comfort me by patting my back. I don't why but I find this very comforting. He's my best friend. I know I'm lucky. The most popular guy that every girl wants to hang out with is my best friend.
"Well, I better get going. I just came by to return this shirt your father lent me after training the other day," he hands me the shirt and approaches the door where he went in, "I have to get ready for the reaping. See you later Clover." After he leaves, I take a bath and put on the dress Cato told me to wear. I find it very wrong and girly but Cato insists on me wearing it so I do. I go to my mother's room. She's sick so she can't go to the square with me. I kiss her on the forehead and head out to the square.
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