It had been twelve years since that day and today was the last training session before the annual Reaping, tomorrow it was the 74th annual Hunger Games Reaping, the day where the two lucky tributes name were drawn, I really wanted to volunteer. I changed into a plain outfit of black trousers and black polo shirt, before sprinting down the stairs and out the door, normally the streets are packed and you can't pass through without being pushed to pillar to post but today its uneasily empty, probably due to the fact everyone is preparing for the Reaping tomorrow, I see Cato, perched on the edge of the fountain he looks up and smiles cheerfully when he sees me, I run up to him and grin cheerily, he gets up and I realise how much he's changed since we were four, he's taller, much taller, his body is muscular and must I say it he is so god damn handsome.
"Let's get going," Cato says.
I nod and we run throughout the streets until we reach the large marble building we've been training at all our life we rush in and run up to our floor to see everyone already engrossed in the training. Cato gazes at me and laughs.
"Where should we start first?" He asks.
"I'm going to practice my knife throwing, okay?" I say, wandering off.
When I'm at the station I throw the knifes so perfectly they hit the dummies straight through what would be their heart, the instructor smiles and makes things harder by making the dummies move and rotate, not a problem, I still pierce every one of them through the heart.
"Clove, if you're ever in the arena make sure you get your hands on a knife." My instructor tells me.
"I will," I smirk.
I walk away from the station and spot Emily, my friend, trying to set up a basic snare she looks like she's struggling so I approach her and do the rest of the snare for her, teaching her how to make the snare perfectly.
"Thanks," She mutters embarrassedly
"Anytime," I grunt.
"I don't want to be Reaped Clove," She admits
"What? Why?" I ask
"I don't stand a chance,"
I look at her and see the tears prickling up in her eyes and I know she's being dead serious but before I can tell her otherwise Cato approaches me and turns me around.
"I beat I can kick your ass at a fight," He laughs bluntly.
"Oh, it's on!" I say, my eyebrows rose slightly.
We walked over to the hand to hand combat and began fighting.
I finally pinned him down and remembered what to do if they started struggling, sit on them, and stand on their arms. Oh what the fuck, I leant down and kissed him passionately, our tongues entwined battling for dominance but it was Cato that won that round.
It was then Cato stole my heart.