Hello Guys!

If you have noticed I scratched all of Collide and that's because after reading it over again almost a year later I've realized it's pretty much crap :-) Now don't freak out on me, I'm going to rewrite this story now that my writing skills have completely improved and I also have my own computer now. I'm also going to keep a slightly similar storyline and everything and the exact same characters but it's just going to have some tweaks and be written a hell of a lot better, so hopefully everyone likes the new story better, if not oops! not sorry!

And if you are just now stumbling across this story than hello! I hope you guys like the first chapter and the story overall.

P.S. This will only be in Aila's POV from now on, I just have a lot easier time writing as her rather than Cato because also a girl.

Enjoy, and Lots of love,

Brooke

Aila's POV

You know when everyone tells you, you're supposed to be excited about this certain moment or "achievement" in your life and there should a smile across your face from cheek to cheek? Well this is an experience I have grown to learn and expect throughout my 16 years of life and I have come to learn it's the f*cking worst. Like how the h*ll do you know my life and most importantly my feelings? Well, thats all besides the point. Today is the day I start my first day as an "elite" trainee. AKA my chances of going to the dreaded games are a whole lot closer.

You would expect me to be jumping for joy about the games considering I am daughter of two victors, Blade and Destiny Ryan, and sister to golden boy Michael Ryan and also let's not forget how I'm stuck in the dreaded district 2. Where if you're not a fan of the games you are simply shunned and considered an outsider. Well I don't want to be no outsider so I just act content with the games, and not to mention that I would probably be kicked out of my home and disowned by my family if I truly expressed my hatred for these idiotic games? Quite the dilemma hmm? Anyways yes I begin my new and more in "depth" training today, should be fun.

"Aila get your ass up" Michael yelled, as he loudly banged on my dorm. "You're not going to make me late today!" I let out an involuntary groan and tried to rub the sleep out my eyes, I didn't want to go, I didn't need to go this! Why couldn't I go back to my old training plan? Three days a week with no overtime but now: Five whole days. You see in District 2 we have this (crazy) institution we like to call the Academy. It is where our district sends the most athletic, cunning, smart, driven and mentally insane kids in hopes of bringing "glory" to our district. When you first start the group of kids you are with are not as competitive, there are a few a*sholes that take the whole thing seriously only at the age of 14 when you are first admitted into the academy, but most don't care. You start with a large age group but it slowly dwindles down as you get older and older. During the first few years you have simple training only three days a week and you can slack off as much as you want. Despite this, once you turn the ripe age of 16 years old you get to move to five days a week and then you stay into the program till you turn 18 in the hopes that you go to the games, or you just have to leave once you are no longer a valid victim of the games. Now they're some who get moved up to five days a week before they turn 16 because of their value as a tribute, these kids will most likely be chosen to volunteer but you always have those few that turn it up once they get older and steal that spot as volunteer. That is what is expected of me but will most definitely not happening.

"Leave me alone!" I yell "I'll be out in ten minutes...don't get your panties in a twist" and there is a short silence until I hear Michael yell "Ten minutes, no later."

I roll my eyes and proceed to roll out of bed, walking to my closet I pick out a pair of spandex leggings and a t-shirt. After sliding into my clothes I brush my teeth, put some deodorant on and braid my strawberry blonde hair back. I never actually put on any makeup for training because there is no point and I'm not there to impress any of those brutes. Walking down the stairs slowly, I take my time before grabbing my bag and shoes; Michael waits for me at the door and looks slightly irritated and I give him a big "eat-my-shit" grin. He rolls his icy blue eyes, and I follow him out the door.

We walk in silence until Michael finally speaks "Are you at least a little bit excited to get moved up?"

"Would you like to take a guess?" I reply with sarcasm dripping from my mouth. "Aila come on! you need to start taking this seriously! This is important to me, mom and dad, and it should be to you too!" Michael nearly yells.

"Please do not mention them, the only person I'm possibly doing this for you. So I don't completely embarrass you! other than that I honestly don't care." I reply before we finally reach the academy doors.

Michael gives me a slight look of disappointment before opening the door for me and following me inside. We go to our separate locker rooms and I drop my stuff off, before pushing through the doors and into the facility. I let out a small groan and make my way to the treadmills for the usual warm up. While running on the treadmill I see the large array of trainees, all are the 16 year olds and up and you can tell a great difference between some of the scrawny 16 year olds and the muscular 18 year olds. Most are lifting weights, some are stretching as we warm up for the first day back since the games.

I am almost done with my run before we are all called over to the center of the gym, the trainers stand in the middle as we surround on and begin to go over the usual first day back speech. I quickly tune them out and begin playing with my braid since I've already heard this dumb speech two times, and that was most definitely enough. Once I get bored playing the braid I begin to scan the crowd, some are listening intently others could care less just by looking at the expression on their faces. Skimming the group I find a pair of light blue eyes on me. Cato Trevino.

We make eye contact, and I simply raise my eyebrow at him which he returns with his usual smirk. This causes me to give him my signature eye roll, and break eye contact. Arrogant a*shole. Cato has always believed he is God's freaking gift and thought he was above associating with any of us average trainees. He wouldn't give us a simple glance ever since we all started at the academy as he was the first one of us to get moved up the to elite group within the first few weeks of our first year. It's quite obvious that I am not a fan of Cato, and he is not much of a fan of me. He has this idea in his head that I have it the easiest out of everyone here because of my family, and it infuriates him even more that I don't try at all. On the few occasions he has talked to me he told he basically called me a waste, very lovely of him.

"Break!" the trainers yell and everyone begins to swarm to their stations. Well goodness that is over with, now the oh so important of deciding what station to go to. Against my best judgement I decide to go toward the weights as Michael and some trainers have made it evident that I need to start to gain some muscles. Apparently my noodle arms aren't enough for all of them?

Walking over to the machines I pass Cato and his obnoxious friends, as they argue over who can bench the most. As I adjust my machine I watch as one of the boys from my age group make his way to the machines, he also in fact is one of those scrawny 16 year olds. He glances at Cato's machine and puts his all the way to 250 which is probably over double what this poor kid ways. Bad Choice. As expected the kid fails miserably and becomes the laughing stock of Cato and his friends. "Nice try loser, maybe you should head back to the girls locker room and pack your things?" Cato jeers and his group of followers roars in laughter. The kid solemnly gets up with his head hung low and walks away, as he makes his way to another station.

Annoying Pricks. The idea that anyone could make a person feel so worthless infuriated me, how dare they? Only one of them would possibly end up in the games and possibly die while the others would come drunken a*s washed out trainees that likes to reminisce in their "glory" days, or in other words the days they could get away with being douches to everyone. But not today.

"Unbelieveable" I say "Cato I'm just curious? Are you always this big of a b*tch or are you just on your man period again?"

Cato narrows his eyes at me "Seriously Aila? Do you honestly think that kid could lift that much? Did you see his arms, they were possibly smaller than yours?" he spoke, whilst folding his arms over his chest, trying to make me feel inferior.

"Well obviously! But no need to be a jerk?" I sternly reply back.

"Look you need calm down, why would you care? Oh thats right you don't care about a damn things" he remarks with envy dripping from his voice.

"Well excuse me for trying to live my life instead of getting wrapped up in some game like you!" I yell before storming off in disgust.

Hopefully you guys liked it, the next chapters will probably be longer! I just really wanted to get something out.