Okay, my first Hunger Games fanfiction. Just so you know Cato's last name is Simpson and Clove's is Adkins.
I know their completly made up, but it's the best I could think of.
So Here it is my first Hunger Games Fanfiction!

The Hunger Games: Cato & Clove Style
Chapter 1

Disclamer: I do not own the Hunger Games!

Clove's POV

5 Years before the Hunger Games (They were in)
Age 12

It's a hot August day back in District 2. I'm in the classroom with my classmates as the teacher props open the window. I can feel the sweat pouring off my face. I take my shirt and wipe the sweat off my forehead. We're about to give our reports to what we think life's about. This is just one of those stupid reports to make students get nervous and not be able to speak. So pretty much to embarrass us.

"Already, up first is Jack Manson" I hear the teacher call out with her big muscular voice.

Before I know it he's done. No. Like 10 people are done. I must have dozed off.

"Up next is Cato Simpson."

I don't really know Cato that well, but he's kind of cute. I mean we're twelve year olds. It's not like he's going to be my future husband.

I can tell he's nervous. He's rocking back and forth on his feet. I've seen him fight. He's good. By good I mean, he could take my life in a heartbeat. I never would've thought he'd be nervous about something like this. His family has trained him for the Hunger Games since he's been able to talk and walk. I would laugh if he'd never volunteer.

I look up at just the right time. He's about to begin. He clears his throat and begins.

"What do I think life's about?
Life's about many things. In my opinion.
If you're not careful you're whole life can change in an instant.
Especially when you meet someone new.
When you meet the person you want to spend your whole life with.
Then, that's love.
Also, you have your family and friends.
That counts as love too.
So, if you asked me what lives about, I'd tell you life's about love."

Wow. That was actually pretty good! No one else clapped for the rest, but this time they clapped for Cato's.

I bet you were expecting some big huge report on something big, but no. We're only twelve year olds.

Cato sits down two seats in front of me. I can't help but stare at him. He's so cute. He's strong. A good fighter, and a good writer. I wouldn't be surprised if he's famous someday. I mean think about it. That's pretty good for a twelve year old. Although now that I think about it, if he's famous someday, it'll be for the Hunger Games.

I just hope that someday, I'll get the chance to know him better. Actually I hope for more though, but that's probably not going to happen. After all even after all that training he could die in the Hunger Games. I hope not though.

Tension running high in the classroom. Tomorrow's the start of the 69th Hunger Games. School's let out to watch it. We all gather in the square in the center of town and usually watch the games. Of course a lot of people don't because we have televisions at home. Unlike the poor Districts like District 12.

When Cato watches the Hunger Games, I'll be right there beside him watching them too.

First chapter's short. The second will be longer.
I'm skipping all the years and going strait to the reaping for the 74th Hunger Games (Were they get reaped).

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