Born to Die

by Everlark Prior

My Name is Pepper Rivers, My sister was Clove Rivers, my home is district 2, I am 15 and I was born to die. No Catching fire. No mockingJay. Hunger games is still underway. This is held in the 82nd Hunger Games. *I ADOPTED THIS STORY*

1. Chapter 1

Hey Everlark Priors,

Welcome to my new Fan fiction!

Enjoy

xx

Everlark Prior

Chapter 1: night before reaping-Pepper and Oaklee

Pepper's POV

The sound of knives flying through the air is music to my ears. It's 12 minutes past 10 and I am in the underground training center, my second home. Where I learnt the skills I needed to, to find the courage I will need to volunteer at the reaping. It is my destiny to either die in the Hunger Games or win the Hunger Games. My name is Pepper Rivers, my sister was Clove Rivers, my home is district 2, I am 15 and I was born to die.

I continue throwing knives in different directions towards the targets hitting the bull's eye every time, I have probably thrown around 50 I would think.

I hear the door slide open and someone walk in. Why would anyone else be here this time of night? I decide not to worry who it is and to just throw my knives, I can see them out of the corner of my eye, male, stocky build, tall but I can't see anything else in this light.

He goes over to the spear section which happens to be right next to me picks up a spear spins it around in his hands as he walks closer to the target. He throws the spear the spear a good 10 meters and it hits the center of the target. By this point I have stopped to watch him. He has ash blonde hair with magnificent blue eyes, he looks very familiar and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive. We stand there for a couple of seconds staring into each other's eyes. He clears his throat.

"Oaklee Taylors" He says his voice deep and mature.

"Excuse me?" I ask stupidly.

"My name, Oaklee Taylors." he explains

"I'm Pepper Rivers."

"Rivers? Sounds familiar."

"I'm Clove Rivers' sister, tribute in the 74th Hunger Games." I tell him. His expression looks surprised.

"Well," He says expression looking normal again, "I am Cato Taylor's brother, tribute of the 74th Hunger Games." he explains; now it's my turn to have his expression. I am speechless.

"Wow, how about that." I say

"Yeah." And then back to the awkward staring into eyes thing again. I break it this time.

"It's late I'm gonna get some sleep for tomorrow." I say.

"Okay see you there." He says smirking and threw another spear. With that I grab my bag and leave.