Bonjour! Comment ca va? …so I decided it was long over due, me writing a Clato fanfic I mean. So I am really hoping you'll like this. It starts with the reaping and a brief flashback. Hope you enjoy. Stay clovely.

REAPING DAY- DISTRICT 2

Clove stared off at the stage. It was that annual time where her country held a pageant. 24 children between the ages of 12-18 from the 12 districts would fight to the death. She was 15 and she wanted a chance to get in the games. She knew that the 18 year olds were probably furious at not getting their chance but Clove was ready. She took on Macy Riffle the other day (a blonde dumb 18 year old) and won! Clove Kentwell won! So Macy was not in the situation to volunteer, in fact she'd been revoked. That's how it worked in District 2, if you weren't strong enough then go home. Clove remembered her first day at the training center.

-flashback –

"Hello, welcome to District 2's finest training academy. You are?"

"Kirsten Kentwell. My daughter, Clove wants to enroll," said Clove's mother.

"Oh, no this can't be Miss Carly Kentwell's younger sister!" said the receptionist. Clove nodded. The receptionist smiled and said,

"Well according to her records she's of age to join. All we have to do is get you fitted with a training suit, Clove and you're ready to go."

"Thank you," said 8 year old Clove. She watched as the woman scurried away and watched other kids train. There was one who stood out, a blonde boy who looked a little older. He was demolishing the dummies in the corner with a spear.

"Look mommy, look at him," said Clove pointing. Her mother was thinking out loud though and paid no attention. Clove kept pointing till suddenly the boy put down his spear and looked around. He looked right at Clove. She immediately looked at her mother and ran behind her.

"What is it Clovely?" she asked.

"I-I'm just nervous. There's big kids here!" she said.

"Now Clove, you can't think like that. To be a victor you have to put that aside. You know there's an age range from 12-18," said her mother. Clove nodded. "Besides, Carly is in there. She'll help you," said her mom. Clove thought of her older sister Carly. She was 12. It was her first year to be reaped. It didn't matter though, District 2 didn't let 12 year old weaklings into the arena. They wouldn't win with them. Clove appeared the next day with her sister standing over her.

"Clove you have to stay over there. I know, you want to go with me but now that I'm eligible to be reaped there's a special room where I go to. Don't worry I'm sure you'll find a friend. Or a weakling to beat. Now go on, I have to train," and Clove watched her sister with her same dark hair as Clove wander off.

"You're new here," said a voice. Clove jumped around, ready to fight. It was the boy, the one she'd been staring at.

"Yes. I'm Clove Kentwell," she said proudly.

"Cato Hadley. Nice to meet you," said the boy.

"How old are you?" she asked cautiously.

"Ten. I'm guessing you're eight," he said. Clove nodded. The boy smiled, "We can be friends anyways. You look tough."

"Thanks! I've got an older sister. Do you?" asked Clove.

"No, it's just me. It's not too bad though. Now I've got a friend though. You," he said getting a large cheeky grin on his face. Clove smiled and said,

"Let's start with the knives."

-end flashback-

She stared down at her black lace dress. Her hair was pulled back in a not well done bun. She waited for Ruby Tresse to come on stage.

"Finally," Clove whispered as she saw the woman walk up. The usual happened, a speech, a video, and then the drawing.

"May the odds be ever in your favor," said Ruby before adding, "Gentleman first this time. We'll spice things up!" Then she giggled for about 15 seconds before grabbing a slip.

"JAMES SHU-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" shouted a very familiar voice. Clove watched as someone moved out of the 17 year old section. Cato. She watched as he proudly stated his name.

"Now the ladies," Ruby snatched a paper out and said, "CLOVE KENTWELL." Clove stood there in absolute shock. She glanced around before mounting the stage. She waited for stupid Macy Riffle to yell out or Christian, the tough 18 year old. No one did. She'd always dreamed of going into the games, just not with Cato. Not with the boy who was her best friend, and Clove had recently admitted to herself she had a crush on Cato. She couldn't kill him.

"Well, here are Cato and Clove your District 2 tributes!" she said. Everyone clapped and Cato and Clove got pushed into separate rooms.

"Oh Clove!" said her mom grabbing her daughter and hugging her tightly. "I can't watch you die, not like I did with Carly." Clove had left something out. Carly her older sister, her idol had died in the 71st Hunger Games at the age of 16. A whole year older than Clove was now.

"You won't. Somehow Cato and I, we'll both come home. Mom you know I can't loose him. But, but we'll find a way. I know it!" said Clove

"Clove, you've trained for this. You know what to do. I love you sweet. Be careful," and her dad engulfed her in another hug. She watched as her parents got pulled out and wondered what Cato's parents were saying to him. Suddenly the door burst open.

"Clover I had to talk to you!" said Cato. His blue eyes scanned her face before he began talking again. "I-I don't know how we go into this mess. Somehow we'll both make it. Somehow we'll both be coming home. As victors," he said.

"There's 24 of us Cato. Sure we're probably the best trained. But what's strength in a 220 pound male against me?" she asked.

"Clove, you have to believe in me. We're careers and we're coming home. Repeat that Clove," he said.

"We're careers and we are coming home," she whispered.

That night as Clove sat in a chair on the train listening as Ruby tried to find Enobaria and Brutus she kept thinking those same words. She was a career and she was coming home. With Cato. And she would kill anyone who got in their way.

Tell me what you think. Also, do you want Cato and Clove's romance to be a secret or public like Peeta and Katniss' romance? Not sure what I'll do yet. Hope you like that first part. Don't get me wrong though, in later chapters Clove will be viscous.