Hey Everyone this is my first fanfiction, I am writing it from the POV of Cato. I hope you like it. Please leave a review.
-Bookwormfever
As I sit on the train with my district partner Clove watching the reaping recaps, I take in the competition District 1 and 4 look promising as allies. It is tradition that our three districts team up during the games. I only pay half of my attention to the rest of the districts making few mental notes. A young boy from 9 looks to have a leg injury, easy kill. The district 11 tributes shocked me slightly. A young girl maybe 12 or 13 is called up and no one even attempts to take her place. She reminds me of my sister my heart breaks for her. Her partner though is a brute, I might see try to convince to join us. He looks promising enough. Once again no one steps forward. After them it goes to the scum of the country district 12. I close my eyes and don't give it a second thought. I hear a name called and a couple of seconds later someone yelling the girls name. I quickly open my eyes and watch now. The girl who called looks like a 12 year old, blond hair and eyes blue as lapis that district one mines. I've seen it once in person, my mother has a necklace with lapis in it. I look at the girl yelling for the blond, yelling her name. Prim i think is what she's saying. She shoves the girl behind her and i see a fire raging in her eyes as she screams at the district escort that she volunteers for the younger girl. She tries to walk up the stage but the girl named Prim won't let her go. She clutching on to her leg screaming her name I can't catch it though. An older boy comes up and collects the little girl. The boy looks like the older girls brother but gives her a look of love that isn't like my mother looked at me. He nods and brings Prim to who looks like her mother. The camera's turn back towards the older girl. I watch her climb the stairs with a confidence most people from her district lack. The bright pink escort is obviously shocked as the rest of us are. She looks at the girl, coughs then pulls herself together. "Whats your name deary?" She says in her annoying capital accent. The girl keeps a stone face on as she says her name clear and strong "Katniss Everdeen." The escort looks surprised "I bet my buttons that was your sister. Can't have her stealing the glory can we?" To this she receives a glare back from Katniss. I take this moment to take this girl, she's in a pale blue dress, her dark hair (I can't tell if it's black or brown from the tv) is in an intricate braided crown on her head, her cheekbones are prominent but not as much as they usually are for tributes from her district. Her build is one of a fighter but slightly slimmer. They do a close up to her face and see her beautiful grey eyes that look like they have a storm brewing in them that no one should dare try to venture through. Before I could look at her more they turned the cameras away to the crowd to see them putting three fingers to there lips and up in the air as a silent salute. I watch her give it back and the escort quickly run to get it back in order, she runs back with the male name slip and calls out "Peeta Mellark!" A blond boy walk towards the stage pale as a ghost. He walks on the stage and they ask for volunteers but no one is brave as Katniss and it stays silent for him. They shake hands and the screen goes black and the program is done.