Ok, I know I said I wasn't going to update for a while, but I thought, 'I couldn't do that to Clato!?' that would then be completely against everything I stand for! So, here is my Clato love story, and please, don't bug me about whether they will die or not, cause I have no idea, and will cross that bridge when I come to it. Anyway, enjoy!

xx Minnie xx

We were just five years old when we met. He was a couple of centimetres taller than I was, and his dusty blonde hair was cut into a straight fringe. Ha, I can never imagine him with that now, his side swept fringe is famous amongst all girls in district two. But I know him the best. When we met, I was just starting out with my knife throwing. "You're pretty good with those. What's your name, I am Cato," he had a crooked smile on his face, I can still remember it now, after all these years.

"I'm Clove," I whispered. I was always a shy child, and making friends had never been a strong point. But, from that point on, we had been best friends. We trained together, and helped each other with everything, and went everywhere together. We were almost siblings, but that changed when I was nine.

That fateful day was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I was in an accident with my parents. I sustained a broken leg and fractured wrist, but that was mild compared to the fate suffered by my parents. They were killed. I had no other relatives, and was going to be sent to the orphanage. I hated the thought of it, so Cato and his parents offered to take me in. That was the day we became 'real' siblings. We even shared a room, and we were happy, very happy. Although I missed my parents, and a part of my heart had totally broken in two, there was a part of me that felt a strong connection with Cato. Though, at the age of nine, I had no idea what it was.

I kept my feelings hidden behind my brown eyes. They looked harsh and cold, but really I was a soft person, and the only one who knew about that side was him. On my twelfth birthday he finally confessed his feelings for me, and I told him I felt the same way. We started dating secretly, and kissing behind the pile of rock behind the school. It became 'our spot'. Those were the days, we were free, young, innocent, and no one had anything to worry about. We were only eligible for the Hunger Games when we turned eighteen, and even if we were drawn out, someone else would volunteer for us, so that was of no issue.

We eventually became public, and once Cato's parents found out, they were fine with us sleeping in the same room, yet, we were warned, if he got me pregnant, we were both kicked out of the house. It worked fine for us, and when it was cold, we would snuggle together in the same bed. My head rested on his chest. Yet, we never went any further than that, and were good kids.

Now, we are both eighteen, and still together. The whole district knows about us, and call us 'Clato'. I personally love the name, but it really pisses Cato off, he thinks it's stupid that we have a name. All the girls hate me, I know that, they all wish they went out with the hottest guy our age, and there have honestly been many attempts to kill me. I sleep with knives now, so if one of those deranged bitches decide to drag me out of Cato's grasp while I'm asleep – seems stupid, I know, but it has been attempted several times – I can just throw I knife at them, or at least threaten them with it.

School is the worst, they all throw me evil looks throughout class, and hate my guts. I just sneer at them, and they remember, I'm with Cato, not them, and they can't stop me. He loves my disinterest in them, he finds it cute apparently. At home is the only time I can be myself, and quite often I will be sitting on the couch doing my homework when Cato will come into the room, pick me up and hoist me over his shoulder. That's when I start screaming obscenities at him, and telling him to put me down. Once he ran over Mum – I know she's not my real Mum, but, she's the closest I've got now – and the three of us sat on the kitchen floor, laughing. God, he's a one of a kind.

I stand in the 18 year old girls section of the reaping. Mariestta, our district leader hovers over us all like a tracker jacker, waiting for her next victims. Cato and I have agreed, we are not going to volunteer, so either we get picked, or we are not in the games. Mariestta's obscenely long, fluoro yellow nails circle inside the girls bowl. She selects a slip of paper from the bottom of the bowl, and yanks it out with a fair amount of force, which is surprising, as she is the skinniest little thing, with a wig of hair, the ends dip dyed the same yellow of her nails. God, those Capitol people dress like monkeys. Wait, that's an insult to monkeys, oh well.

"And the female tribute for the seventy fourth annual Hunger Games is…" she says in her silly Capitol accent, and opens the piece of paper, "Clove Sevina!" Oh crap, it's me. I step forward, smoothing my skirt as I go, and try to keep my icy composure as I mount the stage. Soft Careers are not what the Capitol is after. "Do we have any volunteers?" Mariestta asks.

Ha, of course not. No one in their right mind would volunteer for me. Those girls want me to die, and they can't wait. "Go rot in hell Clove!" I hear a voice shout. Of course, its Mary Hackwell. She always had a thing for Cato, and hates me probably more than anyone else. Even though this offends me, I appear completely unfazed. I am going into the games, I have to win. I scan through the crowd, and spot Cato down near the stage. 'I love you,' he mouths to me.

"Well, now now, I know this is exciting, but there is no need to shout things at the tributes, understand? But anyhoo, lets decide who our male tribute shall be," she reaches into the second bowl this time, and pulls out, "Vincent Hambro!" he mounts the stage, and glares at me in the eye, he hates me, and always has. Though, I should be the one to hate him, after all, it is his fault that my parents are dead… "Any volunteers?" she asks. Cato lunges forward,

"I do!" he calls. Oh crap, the idiot.

"Well, come on up," she calls, and he mounts the stage, smirking at Vincent as he recedes. "Now, what is your name young man?"

"I'm Cato Hadley,"

"Well Mr Hadley, shake hands with your partner," we shake hands, the whole district know about us two, so something will be said.

"Oh look, it's the star-crossed lovers from two!" calls Mary.

"Piss off, bitch," calls Cato into the crowd. The Peacekeepers come and take a thrashing Mary away. Disrupting a reaping is punishable by death. She will be executed in front of the whole town tomorrow morning I predict. Ha, serves her right, don't mess with me and my man.

I purposely shift my waist length chocolate hair in front of my eyes, I might cry, and no one can see that happen. After the rest of the announcements, Cato and I are taken away, into the Justice Building.