"Who the hell are you?" Cato said. Even though this boy was only 8, he knew how to use his words. He looked up at the girl who was younger than him by a year, yet she was taller than him by a foot. "I'm Mirabella. You can call me Mira. Who the hell are you?" She snapped back. "I-I-I'm Cato." He said surprised. No girl ever snapped back like that. The two kids were in training school a little too early.
"Do you know how to fight?" Cato asked Mira. She quickly nodded. "I like to use any weapon I can get my hands on." She walked over to a spear. Even though the spear was much to big for the little girl, she was able to throw it dead center of a mannequin. Cato smirked. "I can do better." He got two swords and threw them at two dummies. They missed. Mira started to laugh as Cato gave her a look.
"Forget it." he said as he walked out. Mira ran after him. "Hey wait up!" she called. Cato stopped. "I think you did really good. At least you hit the arms." Cato cocked his head. Why was this girl being positive. People from district 2 were usually mean to those who fail. "Do you want to get a snack. I think they have brownies over at the teachers lounge." And that is how the two friendship began after they got caught by the trainers.
Four Years Later
Cato walked to the Training School early so he could hang out with Mira. He was now twelve years old. He was almost the same height as Mira. He was going to the training center to also practice more, for today was his first year of the reaping. If he was picked, he wanted to be prepared.
When he got to the training school, it was empty. Where was Mira? There was a note on one the dummies. It was for him.
Hi Cato. It's Mira. I came in early today to give you this note, because I just couldn't stand telling you in person. Anyways, the Capitol decided that a small group of families would go and help in District 4. My family was chosen. I'm sorry to tell you this, but yesterday was our last day together. You are an amazing friend. I'll still practice those fighting moves you taught me. Good bye good friend. -Mira.
She left? Cato thought to himself. He started to hate the Capitol and that damned President Snow. He put his anger out on the dummies with his swords. His best friend was gone.
"That's a nice way to put your anger out." A girl said. Cato half expected Mira to be behind him. Instead, there was a small black haired girl named Clove. Cato had seem Clove before. She was extremely skilled with knives. He instantly forgot about Mira and started to hang out with Clove everyday, but this is just the beginning of our little story.