Cato's POV
I was on the train now, sitting at a wooden table with Clove across from me. The images of tributes were going through my head. That boy from district twelve seems to be pretty strong, but that didn't matter. Only one thing stuck out in my head: The girl, in the blue dress, taking over for her sister. Just thinking about her made me scowl. I could not wait to see what score she would get in the training center.
"Cato is something wrong?" Clove asked.
"Nothing, just that girl from District Twelve who took over for her sister. There is just something about her."
"I know, it makes me wonder, what would her stupid sister will look like when she dies."
This thought makes me laugh, I could see it now, her sister's eyes growing big and watery, tears escalading down her face.
But another thought came through my head: that if I have to live and win, Clove would have to die. Oh well, we could team up and one of us would die of hunger sooner or later. Or I could wait until she falls asleep and kill her then. Now I was just inching to go to the training center and show the judges how good I was with the spear. Nobody else would stand a chance, unless they were clever; like that redhead that looked like a fox.
It was about time the train reached the capitol. When Clove and I first stepped out of the train car the crowd went crazy. Getting louder as each group of tributes walked out. Most of them looked scared. Others looked sick to their stomachs. I could care less. Clove and I walked to the capitol with our heads held high. I could see the tributes from district 12 following that damn Effie Trinket with her constantly perky attitude, and drunken Haymitch following behind. Haymitch probably caused district twelve to not have so many sponsors since the reaping. The thought of him tumbling off the stage made me smirk. Nice mentor, District 12.
End of Chapter