Rigged.

Everything was rigged.

Me being chosen was rigged.

Me and Cato becoming friends was planned and therefore rigged.

No one volunteering was rigged.

Cato having to volunteer was also rigged.

I hate my life.

"Clove, my dear!" The warden walks in, and I swear he looks just like President Snow.

If a bit younger.

I uncrossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, willing him to explain while still looking mature.

"You're upset, are you not?"
I smirked at him, he wants to place this game? Fine, let's play.

"Why would I be upset. I've been looking for a chance to kick Cato's ass for a while. Now I get to bring pride to my district while doing it."

He looked into my eyes, but I kept my gaze firm.

"Clover, you can't be serious."

"Why not? Is there... a problem with me wanting to win the games?"
"Clove he's your best friend!"

"And now he's my temporary ally," I kept a straight face, and my emotions remained intact.

"Thanks for that."

He bit his lip, shaking his head.

"Clove... I... it's what she wanted."

"It's what you wanted. I remember a long time ago you told me there was no she. Remember that? She died years ago. Long before you used that excuse!"

"I-"

"Shouldn't of told me that? You're right you shouldn't of. Either me or Cato is going to win these games. And whoever does is going to make sure you get your ass whipped. Hard. Now get the hell out of my sight."

He nodded, his face grim.

"If it means anything, Clove. I'll be rooting for you."

"It doesn't."

I would prefer if he told me he was rooting for Cato.

Because he's coming home.

And then my mom walks in with my little sister.

"You have to win, Clove. Not for pride but because..."

"I know, I know Crimson, I will."

"Promise to try?"

I hugged her tightly, and whispered a yes.

But I was condraticting myself.

When I was promising her I would try, I was shaking my head in her shoulder.

Before my mom could leave I grabbed her wrist.

"Tell Crimson I tried."

She knows what I mean.