First ever fanfic and it's about my favorite characters from the Hunger Games, Cato and Clove!
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Chapter 1
Clove
I liked living in district 2. We weren't suffering from disease and starvation like the most of the other districts, being as we were closest to the capital. I lived a happy life, enough food and money to go around. I knew exactly how I wanted my life to go at 18. I was, am, engaged to my boyfriend; Cato and the wedding was in 4 months. Just enough time to invite the guest, pick out my dress, the list goes on and on. My life was perfect, until the day of the reaping.
My name was in the reaping a lot less than most people in the district, in the entire nation actually, being as my family owned to best weapons maker in the entire nation. I think they make the weapons for each year's Hunger Games, but that's beyond the point. Plus, I got to do a lot of training with any weapon I choose. By then I was a pro at using knives (my personal favorite), bow and arrows, and a sword. Also, I got to have a bow, quiver of arrows, knives, and sword of my own. So yeah, I was living the life.
"Clove, wear the purple dress with the pink floral designs," my mother called from downstairs. I rolled my eyes, I hated purple and pink.
I reluctantly grabbed the dress from my closet. Our house also showed off our wealth. It was two stories, with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was also a kitchen, living room, family room, dining room, and a killer training center basement. I pulled the dress on and pulled my long, wavy, chocolate brown hair into a side pony.
I rushed downstairs for a quick breakfast. When I say quick, I mean quick, as in thirty seconds.
My mother gave me a quick hug and told me not to worry, I would be fine. As much as I wanted to believe her, I couldn't. There was no way for me to stop the nerves by then.
I heard a knock at the door, and knew who it was right away. He had promised to come.
The moment the door opened I was pulled into a tight hug. "It's ok, you don't need to worry, they're not gonna pick you," he gently whispered to me.
"I hope. Do you know if there's anyone volunteering for the girls this year? I heard all the girls my age stink."
He shook his head, gave me a sympathetic look, and took my hand. We headed down to the reaping, hand in hand.
Once we got there we were separated by age and gender. I reluctantly let go of Cato's hand and walked over to where the 18 year old girls were grouped.
Once everyone was in the square, our announcer/escort person, Maybell Windsnap, come onto the stage. Then, some of the previous victors of the games came onto the stage. There were about eighteen of them, but I only knew three, Brutus, Enobaria, and Lyme. The rest I had ether forgotten, or never meant before.
"Welcome, and happy Hunger Games," Maybell announced, "Thank you all for coming, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
I shook my head in annoyance at her. She used that same speech every year and it got annoying after 6 years; she really should come up with a new speech. I could think of a million different things she could say, but then again writing was what I did, other than fighting.
"Ladies first!" she called to the crowd.
My heart started pounding out of my chest. I was surprised none of the other girls could hear it, but then again I am one of the shortest 18 year olds. I may be short, but don't ever count me out as a contender in any fight.
This was it. I would ether never have to be in the games, and work in my parents shop and live a happy life with Cato. Or, go to the capital where only on person comes out. I had no doubts I'd make it out, but I'd be scared for life.
She reached into the bowl and fished around for a slip. She pulled one out, it was now or never. Personally, I preferred never, but other people would probably like to go. It was an honor in our district to go to the games, unlike other districts. We train together; I just decide to train by my self.
She unraveled the slip of paper she had in her hand. "Clove Jarman," she announced.
My heart stopped.
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