Forever Stay with me Chapter 1
Cato and Clove
Clove's view:
Tomorrow is like every year the reaping. One boy and one girl from each district will be sent to the Hunger Games. 24 tributes will fight a week after the reaping in the arena between live and death. This is where I train for all my life. The most of my district are 18 year when they volunteer and go to the arena as tribute
I'm 16. Most people underestimate me when they see me. The reason is that I'm not that big and that they think I'm weak. But after they have fought with me, they only respect me. Tomorrow there will be a name drawn for the Hunger Games. And one of our 3 will be volunteer for the games. This is like every year. The 3 best girls of the district 2 must fight against each other The best girl win and goes to the arena . I am one of those three girls
Here in District 2 it is an honor to go in the Hunger Games. In other districts it's different they fear to go to the Hunger Games. Because they know that they have only a small chance against the tributes from District 1 and are stronger. Here in District 2, all children between 12-18 trained to fight in the Hunger Games. This is forbidden, but people from the Capitol don't do anything. Why should they? This gives more show. Trained children entertains more than untrained tributes. What would happen in the games if there were just stupid kids running around in the arena who don't know how to fight. With us there is much more fun. Today I have to prove that I'm stronger than my 2 opponents and that I am it worth to go to in the arena. When I return from the arena, I will bring honor to District 2.
With the girl next to me I will first fight. The girl smiled confidently as she sees me. "Okay, keep you ready, girls," shouted the coach loudly. I go to her and laugh with mean smile I always do when people underestimate me. I smile at her. She stares at me in horror and amazement. Perfect I think. 'Start', called the trainer. I smile to her community. We first turned around and she made her first attack. She pushes me hard on the ground and tried to hit me , but before she could do it . I pull her on the ground and hit her hard on her jaw. She dazzled and she blinked her eyes and I saw that this was the perfect moment for me to push her head on the floor and to push my feet on her throat. While she was struggeling I asked her sweetly: 'Is that all you got? She growled and began to struggle. But she could not go anywhere she knew as well as I did. The trainer took her away from me. "Clove wins from Christa," said the trainer to someone who was holding the score. The girl how apparently called Christa walked angrily out of the room.
'May it's your turn. Let's see what you're worth, "said the trainer. If I won of this girl I would go to the Hunger Games. I looked across the room where the tests of the volunteers of the boys were taken. I saw Cato fight with an equally big boy like himself. Looks like this was also his last fight. When I thought that he would go to the Hunger Games, I was completely happy. I would be the person who killed Cato, the sword legend of District 2. Cato had apparently saw me looking at him and he turned to me and smiled, grinning as he hit his opponents. I rolled my eyes and Cato start laughing.
Cato was a boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes. I knew him since his 7th and I hated him. How he goes to school if it is his, and all the girls in his year who run after him. I brought my thoughs back to my opponent who I tried to floor but she sidestepped and she tried to push her feet in my stomach but I was faster than her and I escaped when she tried to tackle me. I jumped over her legs and hit her on her jaw just as I did whit my last opponent. She screamed loudly.
When my fist hit her jaw. There flowed blood out her nose and she tried to beat me. But again she was to slow for me. I could beat her easily if she was so slow. In the corner of my eye I saw Cato on his opponent lying on the ground. Good, I thought so he goes to the arena with me. If I thought of killing Cato a kind of energy flowed to me. I hit my opponent hard on her face. So hard that she fell on the ground. Cato was now watching my fight and he crossed his hands together. I had my opponent now in a strong grip. I hit her 3 times in her face. Then she lost her consciousness. I had won. So that meant I went to the arena. I grinned at that thought and thought about different ways how I could kill Cato. My trainer came up to me and she looked pride. "I knew you could do it! 8 years of training!" This was the first time I had seen Victia so happy.
"Come, come," she said, "we go meet your district partner." She pulled me to Cato who was talking to his trainer.. "You don't understand, Teber! I'm not going! I 'm not going to the arena! "Cato screamed loud. "You must! I didn't train you for nothing! "His trainer screamed .Victia coughed. "Cato," she said,' this is Clove. "
" I know, "he murmured. "Well, you are district partners," she replied blunt "I don't think so." He said
And he ran away. I looked at him in disbelief. This was not the Cato that I thought he was. He was Cato Locker and he was know as the killing machine in the training centre. "Guys," she moaned .'They never know what they want.'
"Clove," she said and I knew what that voice that she did meant. It was the voice when I needed to do something for her.
"You and Cato got almost the same age. You understand each other. Could you talk with him? "she said "Why must I do that ?" I asked, irritated. I really don't want to talk with him. He was that kind of guy that always is popular and always everything gets what he wants. "Tut, tut!" She said and she pushed me in the direction where Cato was dissepears. "And be nice, "she called after me. I walked out the training center. When I was outside I saw Cato on the ground with his hands in his hair. 'Cato? I said quietly. He looked up and stared back at the ground. I sat beside him. Then he broke the silence. "Victia has sent you? '
" Who else? "I muttered sarcastically. He laughed. "Now you need to give me a pep talk and say that I should go to the arena? He asked.
"Kinda, but I'm hopelessly bad at it, so I'm not going to try. " I said truthfully and I grinned AT the memory when I had ever done it. I don't care about anyone exept my brother. He looked through his fingers at me and grinned.
"Why don't you wannago in the arena?" I asked quietly and curious. His grin disappeared immediately.
"You don't understand , nobody understands it," he said, "I just can't. I can't leave my little sister. '' Your parents can take care for her? "I said. "That is not the same," he cut me off, "I'm not like you, Clove! You might be poorer than me. But I don't have parents who love me .My parents are never home!" He shouted. "You really think that, Cato!" I started really getting angry. He didn't know anything of me, nothing! He didn't know the real reason why I've trained my whole life.
"My life isn't that perfect, as you think! You don't even know me! "I spat out the words as if they were poison in my mouth. "I will say is how I see it!" He screamed angry "Your parents love you dearly and they support you with everything and are proud that you are going to volunteer for the the hunger games and that you bring honor to your family and district. The perfect family! You're just like everyone else here, Clove! He shouted even louder than before. "Stop it! You don't know me. Nothing! Is it nothing. You don't know my family! I yelled as loud as I could. I walked away from him. I couldn't take it anymore. I wish I just could threw a knife at him. When I walked away I heard him call after me 'Clove, ...! ' I ran so hard I could. I was alone and I went to the place where I always went. I walked and walked until I came to the place by the lake under the tree. This was my favorite place in District 2. Here I could always think if my father ... Here it was quiet and I could always be here My mother took me and Travis always to here and called it our secret place. Travis forgot these place but I keep remember it when she died. There had been hours passed and the sun went slowly down.
It was already late in the afternoon. Then I remembered when I first met Cato. I was 6 and he was 7. It was a warm day by the lake and I had flee here from my father who was drunk again and I began to cry.I hide me here I looked at my reflection for hours and how my tears fell into the lake. I remember what my father had said: 'You're as weak as your mother, Clove! I wonder how long you hold it. Then there was the mirror image of a boy in the water. The boy had blond hair and blue eyes. It was Cato. He sat beside me and began to comfort me. He always whispered the words. "It's good, it will be all right. '" I am Cato, " " Clove, "I whispered back. We stayed there an hour and he braught me back home. When I came home my father was sleeping and I could quietly go to my bedroom. The next day at school we said nothing to each other. He just smiled and winked at me sometimes. That day it was the last time that I cried. That was the year when I started my training and if I was good enough I could go to the Hunger Games. I was removed from my memories. When someone out the woods appeared . In the mirror image of the water appeared a shadow I saw that it was Cato.