Hey, it's Cloverrrrrrrrrr. This is my old account where I will be doing to co-writing thing with Clato 27. If you like please review. We have different ways of writing so it will be weird but I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: We don't own The Hunger Games.
Clove's Point Of View
I shake in my seat as Cato reaches out and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers together.
"Hello Clove and Cato," A snake-like voice hisses from behind. I don't dare turn my head.
"Hello President Snow," Cato replies.
"I suppose you know why you're here," Snow says while taking a seat at the desk in front of me.
"No sir," I say.
"Your romance is drying up. The capitol is becoming bored. They are waiting for a little Clove or Cato to join the world."
"I can't do anything about that," I say. And I can't. I can't have children. Not that it ever bothered me.
"I am aware. Have you heard about the Unwanted Children program?"
"Of course," Cato says.
"You signed up for a teenage girl," Snow says smiling.
"What?"
The memory is only vivid now. Three months later, I stand beside Cato waiting for my new "daughter" to arrive. I'm only 9 years older then her, Cato only 10.
The young teenager will be the "new member" to our little family.
The train arrives, breaking my chain of thoughts. Out steps four children ranging from about 7 to 16. I turn and lock eyes with Cato who gives me a small nod.
A lady with a deep capitol accent and green hair walks over to me. She drags a small girl with her, who I guess to be around 5 foot.
"This is Callie, your daughter," She says before rushing back to introduce the other children to their new parents.
"This is our house," I say before opening the door wide for Callie.
Callie looks nothing like a District kid. She has curly, brunette hair that reaches her hips. Her gray sweater sleeves stopped at her elbow, while the neckline hung low, showing her collar bone under her tan skin. Her long, black skirt hung from around her rips down to mid-calf. The capitol prepped her, knowing she would be big news as the new member of our family. On her face she wore an unreadable expression.
"Your room is the first door to the left up the stairs," Cato says. Callie doesn't answer as she walks up the steps with her small bag hung over her shoulder.
"Why isn't she talking to us?" I hiss over the phone.
"She went through a traumatic event around 3 years ago. Hasn't said a word since," Amanda answers, the desk person for the Unwanted Children Program.
"What can you tell me about her?"
"She's 14 years old. She was adopted by a family at age 2 but they were murdered when she was 11. We believe she watched them die and that's why she stopped talking. The guilt from not helping I guess."
"You said she was adopted. Who are her real parents?" I ask.
"A capitol women named Ginger Stressington. One of her one night stands. Hold on, let me find her files." I wait minutes before shes answers. "Mhhm. I found it. Her father is some victor from like the 60th Hunger Games. He's dead now. He died four years ago due to a peackeeper's whip. Hmm."
"Oh. That explains a lot. But what am I supposed to do with her? She is a little version of a capitol freak."
What I didn't know was that there was a teenage girl behind the door, listening quietly, with tears streaming down her face.
I rush down the stairs to throw some food together from my "family" but stop dead in my tracks when I see Callie sitting at the table in athletic clothes, hair in a tight, high ponytail, eating a bowl of grits. She looks up from her breakfast for a second then stands up, places her bowl in the sink, and leaves.
When Cato and I finally get to training we see that people are gathered in a group. Being trainers, we yell at everyone to get to work put no one even moves a muscles. That's why I begin to wonder what it going on. How dare they disobey us? Cato and I push our way through the crowd to see the popular girl (Crow) with the bleach blonde hair screaming and Callie for taking her knife.
What is she doing here?
Callie just glares at Crow before rolling her eyes. Crow throws a punch at Callie but Callie is too fast. Callie blocks the punch by catching it in her right hand. Crow's eyes widen before Callie squeezes her hand. Tight. Cracking it. Crow cries out on pain and Callie releases her. Callie pulls the knife out of her pocket and drops it at Crow's feet. Callie turns to me and I expect her to be scared at what I might do.
But she's not. She simply raises her pointer finger to her mouth before making a quiet sound.
Shhh.
I let a sigh of relief when I hear Crow Valley's name be called. It's been weeks since she broke her hand 'when she fell on the way home from school' and now she's back to normal.
Then, I hear one clear voice cut through the crowd.
"I volunteer as tribute!" The teenager screams before running past Crow and onto the stage.
All of the sudden I realize why a shiver ran down my spine when the voice rang out.
I had just heard my daughter's first words.
This was just the introduction. Tell me what you think please. Clato 27 has not read this yet but if she likes it we will take turns writing chapters. Thanks for reading you beautiful creature, you!
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Cloverrrrrrrrr