A/N. I got super bored and decided I might as well do something productive, anyways high school is a *rude word I only say in my stories* and I find it really hard to update, so after this I must go write a poem about myself and solve the last four equations on this weird thing I don't understand, then I have my biology packet due soon, plus I have my notebook quiz on Friday, plus I have to write the last chapters of my real book so I can get it on out there and published. So that's life enjoy the chapter.

Ellie rolls her eyes, catching herself before she can throw a fit in front of all of Panem. "Buttery fingers today dear?" she leans down low holding the skirt of her floppy dress as she pulls the paper close to her painted face. "Ah, Cato Shippard!" She calls raising her painted peach brows toward her hairline.

I frown fighting back the avalanche of tantrums that play through my head. I bite my tongue harshly, hoping I don't scream out of anger. The crowd parts letting Cato waltz cockily towards the stage, his blonde hair in a fresh cut, his shoulders show through the thin weathered fabric he wears.

I cringe as he joins me, a sarcastic grin on his face, his jaw juts out slowly as Ellie asks for volunteers. I roll my eyes, knowing everyone knows Cato's rep. The crowd sits in an awkward silence as no one steps forward.

"Well, well, District Two is silent this year." I stand, my feet squared evenly my shoulders set back. I smiles as Ellie catches my stance, giving a deep disapproving look. My dark hazel eyes shyly drift towards Cato's fearing his look.

Upon instinct he turns towards my face, blinking softly in the warm mountain air. I swallow hard remembering the horrid moments I had spent with the being. I stare him in the face trying to find my first memory of him.

I had to be at least eight, I had spent one year in my academy, and I was what you call a fast learner. I had been practicing outside in my front yard. Using my mother's old kitchen knives to attack unsuspecting trees. I hadn't been so careful not to be caught in practicing back then.

It was before our rules got stricter, and the peacekeepers had little soul to them. He had found me, I didn't know the nine year old was watching me. I could still remember the smell in the air that afternoon.

Slightly cloudy, snow clouds threatened the sky. I had been shivering out there, my freckled face red as I practiced. I had turned at his laughter, His blonde hair caught my eyes first. Then it was the cold green eyes that starred at me, I had been rubbed the wrong way, a stranger watching me and all.

"What are you doing here?" I remember my slick, dark voice back then, I had managed to come off as a scary child you would say, very dark and scary. He had shook his head laughing like I was such a funny sight.

"You think you could actually do something?" He laughed harshly his short body shook softly under his chuckle. I glanced at the deep gashes I had carved into the tree noticing how small they'd been for the first time.

"You wouldn't know." I had huffed, "it would be deep enough to make you bleed to death." I hiss. He had laughed again, plucking one of my knives from a tree. "Keep practicing." He suggested tossing the blade towards the ground. "You wouldn't last a second with me in the arena." He added softly.

And Now Ellie stood in between us. "Well go on, shake hands." She orders steadily. Trying to rush the day. I stare at the eyes unsure if I should listen to the tall wigged woman. Cato stretches out his tanned arm cocking his head slightly.

I stare down at the ape shaped hand twitching my pale hand slightly. I lets my palm lay on his for the first time in my life. I feel the soft hand wondering how something so squishy and vulnerable could belong to this strong creature.

Cato pulls his warm palm away quickly, tucking it in his pants pocket coolly. I fight any trace of embarrassment in my face. Hiding my long arms at my side. Cato keeps his eyes pointed to the ground as Ellie gives one last speech. "May the odds." She smiles brightly.

"Be ever in your favor!" she laughs waving her gloved hands in the air. "And were done for district two!" She smiles as peacekeepers march onto the stage. I fight away from them turning towards the large double doors that stretch out ahead of me. I fight from looking at Cato, afraid of the new person he'd become since all of his years at his academy.

Let's hope he wasn't right back then. Perhaps I do stand a chance now.

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