Hi guys!! This is my first fanfic coming in chapters!! I'm very excited for this one! Obviously I did not write the Hunger Games credit to Suzanne Collins, so please don't sue me.
Orphan. That is what I am. Clove thinks. She wakes up to a bunch of girls snoring. One of the many bad things about an orphanage is having to share a room with eight other girls.
Clove is twelve years old so today is her first day at the academy. She has loved knives since she was three years old. She keeps one on her nightstand while she sleep. Just in case.
As Clove gets dressed in her uniform, Terra approaches her.
" Ready to make a fool of yourself?" She taunts.
" Ready for me to Slit your throat?" Clove spits back.
" Break it up," Ally says. " We're going to be training together Terra, so you may as well be nice."
Terra stalks off, murmuring another insult.
Ally turns towards her." You're bags packed?"
" Yeah," She reply.
" I'm so excited!" Ally squeals.
" Well then so excited," Raven says sarcastically. " Learn to keep it down."
They then walk out of the bedroom to the front door.
" Goodbye, Clove!" Electra calls.
She waves then walks out the door with Ally.
After dropping our stuff off at the dormitory, we head to class.
The class is socializing until she walks into the room. The class now their heads in respect. Except me. " Bow," Enobaria says. I obey.
" Now you are all in here to play around with weapons. Show me what you can do." She says. She points at me.
" You. What is your name?"
" Clove."
" Well Clove," Enobaria says. " You get to go first. Weapon of choice?"
" Throwing knives," Clove replies.
She has incredible accuracy for a twelve year old, Enobaria thinks to herself.
Enobaria stops behind Clove. She lightly touches her shoulder.
" Keep your knives in your left hand while you're throwing." She instructs.
Clove nods. " Yes, sir"
The class is dismissed for lunch and free time. Clove stays behind.
" You've been dismissed." Enobaria says firmly.
" I know," Clove replies.
" What's in your pocket?" Enobaria asks.
" The knife I got when I was little." Clove admits.
" Who are your parents?" She asks.
" I don't know." Clove replies. " I'm an orphan."
" I'm sorry to hear that." Enobaria says softly.
" Yeah. Me too."