Children of the slaughter
Chapter One: Clove, The end of my life as I knew it
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Many children are killed in the hunger games, sometimes by starving to death or being killed by one of the other tributes. But I was one of the children who broke free.
It all started on the 3rd of September, the start of the Hunger Games. I got up out of my bed and put on an old dress of my sisters. It was long and green with two straps that criss crossed across my back. My sister came back from the woods and she started to braid my hair. I closed my eyes and began to dream of long ago. When we had more money, when my parents and my brother were still alive.
"Don't worry Clover, you're not going to get reaped." my sister Iris said, she was trying to reassure me but I knew that one of us would get reaped. Iris and I are the only people in the district who take tesserae, which means all the other children have more chance of staying here. Tesserae are money which you need to exchange for grain and oil. Iris and I are going to get reaped, like our brother Alec. He was reaped for the 74th Hunger games and a twelve year old girl called Rue won. He survived up until the final three, when the other girl from his district, Tia killed him then Rue tricked Tia into eating some nightlock, which killed her. Rue is now the youngest victor in the history of the games, since she won the games when she was twelve. I am sixteen, and Iris is seventeen. When Alec died, Iris was very upset because he was her twin brother and I had to sing her to sleep. She still hasn't forgotten how Tia killed him and she wants to get revenge.
"Your name is only in the reaping bowl sixteen times, Clove. I have more chance of getting reaped than you."
"But… but I'm scared! I'm so scared that I will be reaped, Iris." I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Clove, you will be fine. I'm going to sing you a song, which will help you. :
"There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud.
There is a lady all in white,
She holds me and sings a lullaby,
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch,
She says "Clove, I love you very much."
I know a place where no one's lost,
I know a place where no one cries,
Crying at all is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud."
Instantly, I felt better and I started to sing the song to myself.
Eventually, it's time to go to the town square. Iris hands me a necklace and she helps me put it on.
"Now you look beautiful. The necklace matched your eyes and your dress."
"What is the charm on it?"
"Mama named you after a four leaf clover. It's lucky which means it will keep you safe and sound."
Iris set my hair free from its braids, and then she slipped a hair band in it. My hair is long and black and my eyes are green. My skin is pale and freckly and I'm petite. My sister Iris looks like the sun and I look like the darkened sky at night. Her hair is very wavy. My hair is very straight. Her eyes are brown like chocolate. Her hair is light brown with blonde highlights, my hair is black. She is taller than me. Her skin is tanned and clear. We are like light and darkness.
Iris and I walked to the Town Square. I could tell she still remembered Alec. I knew that she wished he was still alive. We stood in line to get our fingers pricked, so they could identify us. Further up the line, a boy tried to escape. Then a Peacekeeper grabbed him and pinched his finger. He wasn't crying and I knew that he went to the Training Academy where you had to pay to get trained for the games. Iris and I were born in France and our parents escaped with us to District Two because there was a terrible war going on in France. The people who were born in District Two disliked us because we were from a place foreign to them. We walked forward in the line and one of the Peacekeepers grabbed my hand, jabbed it with a small weapon and put the blood on the open book which they had in front of themselves.
I walked to the sectioned off part for twelve year old girls and they all started to whisper. It seemed like they thought myself or my sister would get reaped. I stared at the ground, willing myself not to cry for it wasn't fair that I could get treated like this.
Our escort Lena Rosewolf walked towards the reaping bowl. "Ladies first!" She trilled. "Clove Louise Kentwell!"
I looked around, hoping she said another girl's name but she said my name. I walked to the stage, looking at the ground. When I got to the stage, I began to cry.
Then she called the name of the male tribute. "Augustus Youngblood!"
"I volunteer!"
I watched as my sister's enemy Cato volunteered. As he walked to the stage he looked confident like he knew he would win.
"What's your name?"
"Cato Alexander Hadley."
"Our tributes for District 2, Clove Louise Kentwell and Cato Alexander Hadley!"
Our escort forced me and Cato to shake hands. He glared at me, and from the glare I could tell he hated me, because of my sister and him detesting each other he decided he should detest me too. I knew that I must ask him how it all started.
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