Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games
Three Months Before the Seventy-forth Hunger Games
Clove was standing outside the training building. It was, of course, not advertised as a place to train for the Games but as a normal gym. If you asked anyone in the district they would deny it but they all knew what all of their children did. It was all they ever needed to do. If they weren't drawn for the Games then they became peacekeepers. A rare few would learn to do something else besides kill but they were always looked down upon. Why would they want to do anything but go to the Games. Most of Clove's time was spent there training like everyone else. Without constantly working on sharpening her skill she wouldn't know what to do with her life. That was all she knew and probably would ever know. That day she had beaten the record and most bulls-eyes with a knife. No one could beat her at that. If she was drawn for the Games she would do well, maybe even win but deep inside the Games had always frightened her. She didn't let her feelings show though, she stood tall and prideful. The next thing she knew she was being slammed up against the wall.
"You think you're so great, but you're not. So you can throw some knives but if anyone gets close to you you're dead," said a boy she had seen maybe once before, his name was Cato. He was unusually large and strong. The muscles in his forearm rippled as it held her against the rough stucco wall. The pressure on her collar bone hurt and the wind had been knocked out of her. She recovered quickly though.
"I know," she sneered back.
He looks surprised, "Then why are you acting so high and mighty."
"Because you have to be. Or else people will think you're weak. You seem to have perfected that," he could almost feel the malice dripping off the words.
"You know nothing about me," he retorted almost yelling.
"Well I know that you have me pinned against a wall."
That was the first time he actually seemed to realize what he was doing. With little hesitation he pulled arm away. "I'm sorry," he said looking down at the ground.
She rubbed her back where it had been smashed against the wall, "It's okay I guess," and started to walk away.
Cato reached out to stop her but could not find the words to say, so he watched this girl that intrigued him leave.
Sorry this is so short. This is my first fanfic so I'm sort of a newbie.