"I will win the games this year," I mumbled to myself, "I have to volunteer this year so I have to win." I walked down to the training center to keep my self sane. I don't know why but I always fell calm at District 2's illegal training school, maybe because it's basically been my home since I was 11.
"Clove!" screeches Cato as he gestures for me to walk over to him.
I suddenly turn into cheetah as I run over to him "I haven't seen you in weeks! Where the hell have you been? I missed my boyfriend" I say with a puppy-dog face but I give him a peck on the cheek anyways.
"The old man took me to the east side of D2 to show me the other battle school." Cato says accepting the kiss with a longing face. He must have really missed me.
"Why would you want to go there? They're all just amateurs. We're the real victors." I say with the confidence one only gets from the privledge of being a career tribute.
"A gamemaker was visiting."
How come he got to meet a gamemaker?! I have all the talent he has and maybe even more, and I get the deadbeat Dad. "Lucky, how did you score the train tickets?"
"Just some important official father knows from his fancy-schmancy job at the masonry factory." He says.
"Whatever, it's not like you're the one who has to volunteer this year." I whimper with a frightened look on my face.
Cato looks me straight in the eyes and says dauntlessly, "You will win the games this year Clove. You'll come back to me then I'll volunteer next year and win for you. We'll be the amazing victorious couple."
"If you say so."
"I know so." says Cato although I'm not too sure. I'm freaking the hell out! Suddenly, I'm having a flashback from when I was chosen to be this year's female tribute of district two.
One of the leaders of the illegal training center, Brutus who also happens to be one of the most famous past victor besides Finnick Odair, called me into his office and tells me I'm the one to volunteer for the 74th Hunger Games.
"Me? I'm only 16. You only choose 18 year-olds." I say timidly.
"Clove, you're the best knife-thrower ever to ever step through those doors." Brutus says pointing to the doors with the ugly Capitol emblem on it. Yet another thing to show that the Capitol is and will always own us.
"O-Okay." I say with a nervous tremble in my voice. I immediately scold my self for being weak. There are a few things you learn from going to this revolting yet pleasing battle center everyday, 1- Always come early unless you want to run 10 miles for being 'late', 2- Never show weaknesses, and 3- Never challenge a friend for boyfriend-girlfriend to duel and in my case that's The Amazing Cato.