Hi there! This is my first story ever. It's Clato. I wrote the first paragraph a year ago and found it. I decided to make it a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!
The sun flashed into Clove's eyes, thanks to her open window. She groaned and got up, closed it, and got ready for the day. It was obviously very humid in District Two, luckily the Training Academy is cool. She dressed into what most people wear during training, tight clothing. Like the tributes do. Clove lived a few blocks away from the Academy. She ran there in less than two minutes. When she walked inside, everyone greeted her. Kissing up so maybe she could teach them to throw a knife decently at least once. But that was only skill, it couldn't be taught anyhow. She saw Enobaria and Brutus training, as they even had to. They were victors. Cato and a few other guys were training in the corner of the Academy.
Clove decided to stop looking around and throw knives. It was always her specialty. Clove was always glad to give everyone in the Academy a show. Especially when it was as packed as it was. She stood in front of the target. The same target she stood in front of every time she trained, her knife was already gripped in her hand because she brings her own. The same target that was considered hers was the one she stood in front of. Nobody else dared to use it, they probably were afraid, or maybe they just respected it. Clove stopped thinking and threw the knife, making it look like she did it carelessly. She did actually try, but she was good at looking even more skilled than the average knife-thrower. A few people applauded as usual, but Clove focused and kept repeating the entire process. Bullseye. Yet again. She was growing bored of throwing knives. "Maybe it's time to look around again," she thought. Clove turned her head around and spotted Enobaria and Brutus arguing. She didn't care about that though. She cared about what was behind them two.
Cato. She wasn't all that girly. Most girls in Two weren't. But Clove was boy crazy. Well, Cato crazy. He was one of the most popular guys in all of the Districts. Maybe it was because of his strength, or maybe just his good looks.
He was always telling everyone that he'd volunteer. Every year, he'd say that. But he was eighteen now He only had until tomorrow. Why tomorrow? Because tomorrow was Reaping Day. Clove immediately stopped thinking when he glanced at her. Just for a millisecond, but he looked at her, they made eye contact and everything! Clove rolled her eyes. She was being ridiculous. Why would a tall, muscular man even acknowledge her for her? The only thing he'd like about her would probably be her amazing talent with knives. He had only talked to her a few times. Usually he was complimenting her skill. Not like she didn't already know. It was nice hearing it from him, considering he is the most brave male in the entire District. Clove stopped daydreaming and got back to work. If she wanted to make her family proud, she had to train. It was a must. No matter how great she was, she had to train. It was the only way she'd survive the Games.