Clove's POV

I wake up to my hands clutching the other side of my bed, the cold side. Being the daughter of a Victor has it's perks, especially my large bed that's twice my size. I move my hand across my side of the bed where it's warm from me sleeping, and back over to the cold side. My bed is, in a way, just like me.

I have both a warm and a cold side to me. Mostly I just show my cold side, especially at the academy. As a daughter to a Victor I have to show that side, and only that side. I can not be seen as weak, I will not be seen as weak. I must show all the trainers at the academy that I'm here to win the Hunger Games.

But...there's another side of me, the warm side, that knows that the Hunger Games are wrong. It's so inhuman to kill so many kids. Just thinking that one day I'll be the one killing innocent kids almost makes me feel sick. My best friend at the academy, Felicity, was put into the Hunger Games last year. She went in with the worst person possible, her older brother.

I can feel the tears sting my eyes thinking about how it was them in the final two. Her brother eventually took her out with his sword, he wasn't very sane at that point in the games. I still see him around District 2. He always seems so lost, mostly likely drunk. I almost feel bad for him until I remember my best friends face right as the life slowly drained from her eyes.

There are days were I wish there weren't any Hunger Games. But I couldn't say that, ever. I'm suppose to be a tough, brave, killing machine. I'm suppose to be a career, and if anyone ever thought I wasn't acting like one I wouldn't be able to go into the games. That's not acceptable, especially since I'm the daughter of a Victor.

My mother was the Victor of the 37th Hunger Games. My mom won because she was the perfect career. She was amazing with weapons, her favorite was always her knives, which also happens to be my weapon of choice. My mom could also outrun anyone in her arena. Bu most importantly, she knew how to play the games.

That may sound weird but my mom just knew how the games were to be played. Like when the gamemakers were almost bored, it seemed as though my mom knew that and would do something totally unexpected so they wouldn't try to kill her off. When I was around ten my mom showed me her games. As a ten year old they scared me to death, no pun intended.

The worst part was when she was in the final two. My mom and her district partner were the last ones standing. The boy had earlier told Ceaser in his interview that he had always loved my mom. So, while they were standing there together he professed his love for my mom and went on and on about how he could never hurt her, let alone kill her. So my mom did it for him. She threw a knife right into his heart almost killing him instantly. But not before he told her with his last breath "I will love you, always". Then my mom kissed his cheek and the canon went off, signaling she had won the games.

This is why I hate love. I hate it I hate it I hate it! Love makes you so blind that you don't even realize anything around you. And in the Hunger Games the last thing you need is to not know your surroundings. That boy meant nothing to my mom. He was just a part of the games to her. I swear to never ever fall in love, I can't lose focus. After all, I never miss.

Cato's POV

I'm awoken from my dream by a slap across my cheek. My eyes snap open to see my mother standing over. I clutch my stinging cheek, tears forming in my eyes, not that I'd ever give her the satisfaction of letting her see me cry.

"Get out of bed you lazy ass! You're going to be late to the only thing you're useful for," she says throwing my training uniform at my face

"I swear if you die in the arena I'll be so pissed. The only reason I deal with you is so one day we'll live in the Victors Village!" With that she storms out of my room, slamming the door. I quick change out of my pajamas and into my training uniform.

I walk down stairs trying to get out of here as quick as possible. I full on sprint the four miles to the training center. Running tends to clear my mind. I pull open the center doors and head right to the sword section. I grab my favorite sword and immediately clash as many dummies in sight, trying to blow off some anger at my mom.

After destroying all the dummies I sit down and slow my breathing from the run and dummies claying. As the center trainers set up more dummies I look around the center at the other tributes. Most of them are pathetic, I could easily kill at least half of them.

Then my eyes land on Clove. Clove the only person I could see possibly beating me. I see her taking out dummy after dummy. Clove's really the only girl I've kept my eyes on in the center. Sure I've had girlfriends, who wouldn't want to date me? I admit I've fooled around...a lot. But they never kept my interest. The one girl who has though, would never want to date me.

Clove is always so cold to me, to everyone. She only had one friend, but after she died in the games I never saw her with anyone. She never sits by anyone at lunch, never talks to anyone except trainers, and never EVER misses. I feel like I connect with her. I really only have one friend, Ryan. Clove and I would both rather spend hours killing dummies than talk to anyone. The bad thing is...I think I love her.

I hope you guys like this! I would love to know what you think. PLEASE R and R. I;m sorry that this might have been a little boring, but I'm setting up their backgrounds for later...THERE IS CLATO TO COME :)