Okay! So guys, I know it has been years since I last updated or posted anything, but I'm getting back to it. I promise, especially once summer comes around and there wont be anymore school to get in my way. I'm a freshman now and I'm hoping my writing skills have gotten better. I'm thinking about starting the old stories back up, but I don't know if I have hit a dead end on those yet. (For those of you who don't know, I write a lot of Twilight fanfic.)

I ship Clato so hard you guys..

Anyway, without further adieu, The story.

Most things belong to Suzanne Collins.

Clove POV

"60. 59. 58. 57. 56. 55. 54."

The announcers voice resounded over the intercom after we all raised up from the ground onto our platforms. I gasped inwardly and the overwhelming smell of nature. I glanced at my gorgeous Cato, who was already looking back at me.

I'd already wasted six seconds.

"53. 52. 51. 50. 49. 48. 47."

He looked pointedly at a single item in the Cornucopia, then back at me. Knives. Dozens of them. Different lengths and widths and handles and colors and sereated edges and everything. They will be mine. My leg moved forward involuntarily but I jerked back before they had to scrape me off the platform in pieces.

"46. 45, 44. 43. 42. 41. 40. 39."

We've been standing here for ages! Let us go! For the love of god...

"38. 37. 36. 35. 34."

I saw the little girl from District 11 out of the corner of my eye. She was cute, her eyes saturated with terror. I couldn't wait to watch the life drain from them in my hands.

"33. 32. 31. 30."

Half way there. `

"29. 28. 27. 26."

The mushy-eyed "star-crossed lovers" from District 12 were looking at each other. It was disgusting. I knew what true love looked like. I saw it every day in my mother and fathers eyes. That girl did not have that look in her eyes. I had never looked long enough at the boy the be able to tell.

"25. 24. 23. 22. 21. 20. 19. 18. 17. 16."

My heart jumped into my throat. My stomach dropped to my feet. My mind had never raced so fast.

"15. 14. 13. 12. 11. 10. 9. 8."

I took one last look at Cato. I studied every last detail of his face. The bright grey eyes that could change to blue on a whim. His straight nose. His lips, soft and perfect fitting to mine, smooth. The solid defined jaw line that moved and shaped his flawless face. He could win this. He could really make it. I wasn't nearly as sure of myself. Cato would make it out of here, surely.

" 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2."

"I love you, Cato." I whispered into the air, hoping the wind would carry it to Cato before it fell silent.

"1."

So. first chapter. My first chapters are always short. Sorry. But, please let me know if you liked it and if you think I should bother to continue. I have a few more chapters kinda written up, but please, I would love to hear what all you guys think!

Love Always, TWT