Hey there everyone ! This is my attempt at a Clato fanfiction. It's my first Clato ifc, so reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated ! This is told from Clove's POV, enjoy !

Finally. It was reaping day. In District Two, this meant some kids would get their lifelong dream fufilled, and others would have to walk away still wishing they would get to compete in the annual Hunger Games. Many kids had been training and preparing their whole entire lives for this, sure they could become a Hunger Games victor. There were many of these in District Two, Brutus, Enobaria, and much more. I've always wanted to be like them.

''Clove, get up!'' My mom commanded, appearing in the doorway to my bedroom. She had a stern look at your face, and held a golden colored garment slung over her left arm. She plunked it down on my bed, the gold standing out against the white sheets. ''You don't want to oversleep on one of the most important days of the year, here, put this on.'' She gestured to the golden garment. It was a dress, with glass beads on the collar and zesty silver straps.

''It's really pretty, thanks Mom !'' She grinned and walked out of the room.

''Well, I hope to see you wearing it up on that stage today. ''

After putting on the dress, I walked downstairs. I was exited but nervous. It was the reaping...I wanted to get called, but if I wasn't, I was afraid some other girl would volunteer. But that spot in the Games belonged to me. I'd been training for it since I was only five years old, and anyway, I can use throwing knives better than anyone in District Two, which is saying something because we're the masonary district, the weapon producers.

I sat down at the mahagony table in the kitchen. My mother had prepared me a hearty breakfast of taost, eggs, and bacon. I ate while looking at the Capitol newspaper my parents recieve daily. Bright colored headlines displayed the news of the reaping. Tommrow, I really should be in the paper, as District Two's female tribute. It was the best honor I could imagine.

My Mother appeared at the doorway. ''Ready to go ?'' I nodded. We were supposed to meet my father, who also happend to be the mayor of District Two, after the Reaping today. Hopefully it'd be in the Justice Building. Together, the two of us made our way to the town sqaure, passing various mountains and other nieghborhoods. I saw other girls like me, wearing beautiful dresses and having confident expresssions. I narrowed me eyes at each of them, deaming them my competetition.

After a short walk, we reached the town sqaure. I said a quick goodbye to mother and wen toff to the roped off area for girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Boys of the same age stood to the direct left of us, in another enclosed area. One of the boys caught my eye. He was easiest the biggest one there, woth dark hair and eyes, and lots and lots of muscle. His name was Cato Kirkland...and he was the very boy I'd been crushing on since fourth grade, when I was him in training.

He was ripping apart a practice dummy with a sword, and I was throwing knives at moving targets, hitting each one smoothly. He looked at me, and he even looked impressed with my skills before turning back to his own training. I'd never gotten attention like that from a boy before. He was two years older than me, I was sixteen now and him eighteen. Still, when he was only twelve or so he could rip dummies apart with his sword like they were nothing. It was hard not to be attracted to him, I thought. A loud voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

''Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to this years Reaping. Today, we will be picking one boy and one girl to represent District Two in the year's Hunger Games.'' It was Sophia, our Distrcit escort. She had long, black hair that reached the back of her kness with bright ink highlights. Her skin was dyed a baby blue, another strange fashion trend in the Capitol. Who wants to dye there own skin ?

She strode across the stage after some more useless babbling, and the boring speech by my father that he gave every year, her blue high heels clicking loudly against the wooden floor of the outdoor stage. ''Let's start with the gentleman,'' She decided, reaching into the boy's glass reaping ball. After some shuffling around, and a lot of heavily thudding anxious hearts, she withdrew a slip.

''Andrew Hutchers !'' Before Andrew, a small boy of fourteen could even move a muscle, someone else lunged forward, their hands extended above their dark haried head.

''I volunteer !'' Cato roared, panting heard. No one objected to this. Cato was the strongest and biggest boy in the district, and the best fighter. Well, execpt for maybe me of course. My heart couldn't help but skipping a beat. That was so sexy, the way he could lunge forward to volunteer like that without out anyone else even lifting a finger.

He would be some tough competetion in the arena, that was for sure. Not that I would want to ever compete with him...

''Now for the girls, '' Sophia announced, reaching into the other glass ball. The girls around me shifted around nervously, their hands curling into fists. The warm fall sun shone on their hair, revealing different colors, brown, black, blond. My own heart pounded out of my chest, blood rushing in my ears. I was breathing hard, and I was dimly aware that my hands shook. After what seemed like eons, Sophia took out another slip. ''Clove Tanium !''

''YEEEESSSSS !'' I'd though I'd whispered it, but my victory hoot came out louder than expected. Smirking, I walked up onto the stage. Several girls jumped forward to volunteer, but I quickly turned them down. This spot in the Games belonged to me. I caught my mother's eye. She smiled at me, and waved. My father beamed from his seated position on the stage with the Distrct Two vicotrs. There were twenty of them in all, the most out of any district. Bruts and Enobaria, the most fit and able ones, were the victors who mentored.

Another long and boring speech follwed, and Cato and I shook hands. I looked right into his brown eyes, and my heart pattered around frantically in my chest. I only could hope he felt the same way about me. His hand was large and strong, squeazing my smaller one. His brown hair lifted in the breeze. Such a handsome boy. We'd make a great team. Both of us had been training for this almost our whole leaves. District Two was sure to have another victor. Cato and I were lead to the Justice Building, where we were to say our goodbyes. My mother and father congraulated me, then Mother embraced me in a tight hug.

''Be careful, Clove,'' She said, stroking my hair behind my ears. ''Remember you're prepared for this.'' With watery eyes, she kissed me on the forehead, and my father gave me another hug.

''Be sure to find some good throwing knives, you'll be fine !''

I smiled back at them. ''Of course, don't worry, I'll be fine, and I'll see you both in a few weeks.

My mother held up a finger. ''Oh, I almost forgot, here. She pulled out a small teddy bear, with ruffled brown fur. My favorite teddy bear from when I was a kid. ''Your district token. We thought it would remind you of home.''

I took the bear. I usually would turn away such a stupid token, but this bear had all my favorite memories of home, like playing with my parents, lauging together...It was also a gift from my older brother, Chive.

Chive died in the Hunger Games two years ago. He volunteered, made it to the top eight, but got killed by a District Six girl's spear. Yet I knew I could win.

''Thanks,'' I said, tucking the bear under my arm. With that, my parents departed the Justice building. Now, it was time to go to the lovely Capitol.

Thanks for reading, and please review ! Inspired by zuritampaka