I OWN NO PART OF THE HUNGER GAMES... OK!
Cato was sitting on his couch in his house in the victors village in district 2. Clove and he had just won the 74th Hunger games. In two weeks they would make their victory tour across Panem to visit all the districts.
Clove walked into the room and said " Are you ready Cato, in two weeks, we make our victory tour," She said smiling. "Of course I am," he replied grinning. For the remainder of the day they walked outside and chilled for the rest of the day.
Later that Night, Cato dreamed of the Blood bath during the Hunger games. The Boy from district 7 was permanent in his memory, he had killed him, he was totally defenseless. It was a coldhearted Kill.
Two weeks Later:
Cato was enjoying the tour so far. It had given him a chance to spend more time with Clove. Now, he was arriving at district seven. He stepped onto the podium and made eye contact with the mourning family of the boy he had killed during the blood bath. Clove knew something was wrong and asked Cato " Are you alright, give your speech," she said whispering. At that moment, Cato, the boy who was strong mentally and physically, began to feel tremendous sorrow.
The tears set in as instead of giving his speech He cries out "I'm so sorry, I dream about him every night, wishing I hadn't killed him cold heartedly like that." The crowd gasped in shock to what Cato had just said. The mother of the boy nodded. That was all Cato wanted since he had begun to dream that dream. Cato took a deep, but shaky breath… and Clove and him gave their speech
About a week afterwards:
Cato was sitting on the couch with Clove, once again. Cato, on that special day, a week ago, he had apologized to the family of the boy, he had killed, Coldheartedly. "Damn", thought Cato.
My first story finally complete (believe me I'm no author, and sorry it was short) please review and be honest. if it sucked, it sucked, and ill learn from it
THANK YOU
Cato Plays Trombone