The Hidden Love of the 74th Hunger Games - Cato and Clove
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Hunger Games FanFic! I did this for my best friend who loves the Ship "Clato". I do not own the Hunger Games, but Suzanne Collins does!
CHAPTER 1
I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I groan and turn around in my bed to look at my clock. 5:45. I quickly got up and hopped in a nice warm shower. Even though it only lasted for about 10 minutes, it was still nice. As I got dressed, I thought about my day. Today was the day that all of District 2's best fighters fight to the fakest of deaths to see who volunteers at the Reaping, which happened to be tomorrow. I wouldn't be able to fight today though, because I'm only seventeen. The volunteers in this District have to be eighteen, because they have the best experience.
I choose to put on a dark short sleeved t-shirt, and my District 2 training jacket on top. I run down stairs to find that my parents have made me breakfast. I heat it up in the microwave because it must have been in the fridge for a while. It wasn't that good, but I eat it anyway because I need my strength to show all the teenagers in my age group that I will be the best one for next year.
I run upstairs again to my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I then do my hair, as I usually do it. It's messy today, but that's ok. It's not like I'm trying to impress anybody. I got that part of my life out of the way. Half a year ago, I got in a challenge during training. With a boy. He was my neighbor, and his name was Cato. Even though, it was against the rules for a seventeen year old and a sixteen year old to get in a fight during training.
Cato was impressed when I beat him, and asked me out on a date after we had to see the head keeper of the training facility so he could scold us.
At first our relationship wasn't really serious, but now, it was more serious than my parents relationship. That's how much we loved each other.
I looked at the clock, and it was now seven six fifty. Training started in ten minutes. I ran out the door just in time to see Cato close his front door from across the street.
We met in the middle of the street.
"Hey, beautiful," he smiles a cocky smile.
"Hello, handsome," I smile back.
He takes my small hand in his giant hand and we walk to the training facility together.
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