I stand there with the other seventeen year olds from District 2. Today is the day of the reaping. I want to go in that arena so bad, and I don't think I could stand it if I wasn't called. The fame, the fortune, all of that would be possible for me if I went into the arena.

If I could get into the arena.

I notice that our mayor is done reading his pathetic and boring speech. We've heard the same exact one every year. Doesn't that guy have some creativity, or a sense of humor? It appears not, because every year we are forced to listen to that monotone voice. But I can't dwell on that now, because our escort, Janette Kloud, is walking over to the girl's reaping ball. Six of those slips say Clove Spades on them. Technically, the odds aren't in my favor, but then again, are the "odds" ever in anyone's favor? Tessarae is almost nonexistent here, as we don't have any poor people.

Janette's hand swirls around the ball for a few moments. Just pick a damn name already! I think. She does, and as she reads the name on the slip, I'm standing on my tiptoes in anticipation.

"Karthia Gamzees," she says with a smile.

I spit on the ground, beyond disappointed. I watch as Karthia walks up to the stage. I really don't like Karthia. And seeing her there, with a look of pride on her face, I know I can't let her take away the chance that should be mine. So when Janette calls for volunteers, I speak before anyone else can.

"I volunteer!" I shout, and run up to the stage. "I, Clove Spades, volunteer for Karthia Gamzees!"

I see Karthia's look of rage, and I feel so superior. Did that little wannabe really think she'd stand a chance in these Games? She'd be crushed like a bug. And I'd laugh. Because I'm the best equipped for this.

Janette looks around, but there are no other volunteers. "Now how about we pick our male tribute!" she says happily.

Again, her hand swirls around in the reaping ball. I wonder who my competition will be. I doubt that it would be hard to kill him, but if he injures me before I kill him, that could hurt my chances. Janette pulls out a slip.

"Lefrag Jumanni," she says.

I can't believe my luck. A weedy twelve year old is walking up to the stage. If the other tributes are like this, winning is going to be too easy.

But this is District 2. And there is a reason a twelve year old has never gone into the games.

When Janette asks for volunteers, a huge blonde boy comes up to the stage. He is the exact opposite of Lefrag. Huge, muscular, eighteen, probably top of his training class. I'll admit, he will be a challenge to kill.

This boy's name is Cato Krull. I don't let my wariness of him show. I am definitely going to need him as an ally. We shake hands, and Janette announces, "District 2, I present you your tributes, Cato Krull and Clove Spades!"

The people around us burst into applause. And I smile, knowing that I will be back to hear the applause again. Because I know how to kill the boy in front of me.

A/N: Oh isn't she sweet? Haha, I love writing this character!

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