Have mercy, I wrote this in literally 30 minutes. The whole story jumped into my head last night and I just had to write this.
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Cato, my friend
Part 1
There we were, all the male tributes from district two were lined up so pretty and neat, all of us dressed properly for the great occasion, the reaping. I was lined up in the 17-18 year old bracket in the district courtyard with the female tributes across from us. I could see across to the girls that some were crying already, some were standing firm trying to hold back their secret fears and there were some standing proudly, almost wanting to be called.
Clove, I never liked that girl, she stood with a defiance and confidence of a wolf chasing a rabbit. She was always abnormally aggressive, but all pre-trained tributes are...just like Cato.
I looked down our line to see the males faces, they were much like the girls, some scared some strong and one stood anxious and ready, ready to jump at the chance to prove himself worth of all the training, time and money spent on him, Cato, my friend.
The order went, myself, Dahi, Marquis, Aveil, Jessup and Cato at the head of the line, but even from my place I could see Cato's fingers twitching, his breath speeding up and his smile slowly forming while the escort for district 2 came to the podium. He was a tall thin man by the name of Talmud, who would spend inordinate amounts of time talking about the glory of The Games and the power of the Capitol. Cato was getting too jittery and I whispered to him from down the line. He looked back at me and smiled that Cato smile, something between genuine happiness and bloodthirsty satisfaction. He had told me earlier that I shouldn't worry, because no matter who was picked he would be the first to volunteer, I guess that's why he was so antsy, and why I felt so sad...
Eventually Talmud finished his speech and announced the female selections, he drew the first name and called out Clove. She instantly stood at attention and beamed while she strolled up to the podium and took her place next to Talmud. Cato could not seem to contain himself and kept looking back at me half smiling and half frowning, Cato had always had an odd way of expressing his joy, but whatever. As Talmud reached into he bowl I tensed up and Cato stopped looking back at me.
Talmud opened the paper and smiled as he announced. "Errol Sinclair!" I stopped and everything seemed to slow almost to a stop, I could see out of the corner of my eye Cato looking back in horror. Talmud had called my name.