Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. OR ANY CHARACTERS BORROWED FROM THE HUNGER GAMES. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT. THANK YOU FOR READING.
Warning: This is a Clato fanfic. It's also an AU one. Sorry any Glato shippers. I ship Clato. You are welcome to read this fanfic, but please, no hate.
Chapter 1
Clove's POV
"Clove, you're sixteen now. You know we want you to enter the Games once you're eighteen, but we want you to gain some publicity before you enter, so that you'll have sponsors." My father stated, pacing back and forth in his office.
"What, being the mayor's daughter isn't enough publicity?"
"Clove! Don't talk to your father that way! He's doing you a favor. You know how busy he is."
"Yeah, busy enough to come and give me a lecture but not busy enough to drop by on my birthday."
"Clove!"
"It's fine, Anita. She's a teenager. As I was saying, I've signed you up for a TV show called Heartbreaker. Do you know that show?"
"Unfortunately, I do."
Heartbreaker was one of those stupid shows ditzy glamour girls attended. Three boys fight for a bachelorette's attention so that she chooses them to go on a cruise around the world with. If she doesn't choose anybody, she gets $50,000. If she chooses a boy but he turns her down, he gets the $50,000. If she chooses a boy and he says yes, they go on the cruise together. Like I said, stupid.
"You start filming in a couple of days. I've already told the Academy and your roommate there. So you get the next couple of days to just sit back and relax. Dismissed."
I got up from my armchair and sprinted out of the room. I could hear my father mentally check me off from his to-do list. Ruin your daughter's life? Check. Honestly, Heartbreaker? Out of all the shows he could choose, he chose Heartbreaker? I can see why District 2 is in chaos. I kept running, hoping exercise would help burn off my frustration. Stupid Dad. Stupid Mom. Stupid show. Stupid publicity. Stupid sponsors. Without realizing it, I ended up at the Academy.
The Academy is the crown jewel of District 2. Sure, we've got a great Peacekeeper training program and The Nut is also pretty impressive, but it's the Academy that takes the cake. With polished marble floors, a whole room dedicated to the different types of weapons, and private instructors, it's no wonder District 2 has the most Victors out of all the Districts.
I head to the Training Arena, intent on throwing knives at unsuspecting dummies. Wham! I collide with some idiot who wasn't looking where they were going.
"Next time look before you- Clove!"
"Glimmer!"
Glimmer's my roommate. She's a daughter of a Peacekeeper from District 1. Usually, we don't accept students from other Districts, but her Dad pulled some strings and they let her in. She's the only one who really understands me, because her Dad is apparently in a really high position and she also had to practically raise herself.
"I've been looking all over for you."
"I know, sorry. My Dad called me in for a meeting, and I couldn't exactly say no."
"So what's this about you being the next bachelorette on Heartbreaker?"
"Some stupid idea of my Dad's. He thinks I'll get more sponsors."
"Oh. I have to go, I've got a training session in five minutes or so. Good luck!"
"Thanks! You too."
I watched Glimmer head over to the Training Arena, then suddenly dart away just before she reached the entrance. I was about to go after her, but figured she must have forgotten to grab her bow and arrow.
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