Author's Note:
So this is my first story and I just wanted to see if it was any good. I know it's a little rough but I thought I'd at least try. I would love some feedback or suggestions. I've only done the prologue so far but I will start trying to work on more chapters if anyone is interested. I love Hunger Games and have wanted to write something for a long time, I'm just finally getting around to it. Thanks so much in advance for anyone who reads this. XoXo, Victoria.
Title: The Meathead Diaries
Prologue: Being a tribute in the Hunger Games is considered an honor in District 2. You are brought up from a young age and trained in the art of killing, surviving, and charming, all in the hopes of claiming "eternal glory" and not to mention, the pretty sweet house that comes along with the package. Sounds awesome, right? Who wouldn't want to do this? Well, not saying that a nice house wouldn't be nice…but is killing 23 people really worth it?
Cato Evans had it all. Brains, he was in the running for valedictorian at school; Braun, he was the biggest and strongest and was built as sturdy as a tree; Beauty, girls were practically throwing themselves at him, even though he was pretty sure, his long-time girlfriend, Clove Saffron was the one for him. He was the "it" boy of District 2 and this year was his year. He was going to go into the Hunger Games a tribute and come home a victor. He was going to make his father proud of him, something he'd never been able to do before and finally be something else other than "Cato the Tomato" that he was best known for because of the color his face became whenever he was angry or frustrated. No matter what happens, he will do whatever it takes to come back home to his family, friends, and most importantly, eternal glory. It was his year, and NOTHING was going to stop him. Not even the fellow tribute that he would no doubt have to face as District 2 tributes usually were included in the top 8. He just couldn't get attached. He would just have to distance himself and get it over with. He could do this. Right? After all, he wouldn't have been selected to be the volunteer tribute for this years reaping if the counselors at the gym where he illegally trained for the last 6 years didn't have faith in him, right? His dad did actually have a hint of grin on his face the day he came home with the news that he would be volunteering at this years reaping, that alone would be enough motivation to do it, to win his fathers approval. So, if his father of all people had faith in him, why did he feel like something was wrong? It couldn't have been the fact that he was about to be faced with the task of killing 23 people. Nah, that couldn't have been it. He'd already accepted the fact that he would have to become a ruthless killing machine in order to come to Clove and live happily ever after. That didn't bother him, he just had this gnawing feeling that something bad was about to happen and he didn't like it. Well, he didn't have time to worry about stuff like that. Tomorrow was reaping day. The day where his whole life was going to change. The day where he would leave as "Cato the Tomato" and come home as "Cato Evans, the victor of the 74th annual Hunger Games."