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Enjoy the second chapter

Clove P.O.V

It's Laurel. IT'S LAUREL. She's the one whose name has been said. My face has now an expression of pure terror. I see Eneldo running towards Laurel, but some peacekeepers stop him. He's fighting, screaming, he's mad. Ruda is crying and I… I'm not myself anymore. I'm nothing. I told her she wouldn't get reaped. Why is it that today the odds aren't in our favor?

"Is there any volunteers?" asks Enobaria.

"I volunteer!" I hear someone yell. It's a familiar voice, I look again in the screen, just to see myself with a raised hand. I'm the one who has yelled. My face immediately changes from terror to bewilderment. Enobaria smiles, and tells me to go up to the stage. I'm on my way, when something grabs my wrist. Ruda, with tears falling down her face, asks me, no, Begs me to stay. But I release her hand and I go. I look at all the girls, the careers, the ones who are training for this. They tend to have a cold gaze. Now, everything I see in their eyes is sympathy. Eneldo is puzzled, and the peacekeepers lead me to the stage. Laurel runs towards me and she hugs me.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Don't!" she says, loud enough for everyone to hear

"I promised you aren't going to the games, and I'm keeping my promise." I say, serious. Eneldo comes and takes her little sister with her, who now is crying her heart. I look up. Enobaria nods at me, and I climb the stairs.

"What's you name, red?" asks, showing me her sharp teeth through a big smile

"C-clove."I stutter. I swallow and I repeat a bit louder "Clove Kiddo"

Then Cato grabs my shoulder and looking at the camera says out loud "Whatch out, Katniss. This year District twelve has nothing to do against this!" and when he says the last word, he takes my wrist and lifts my arm up, like Caesar does every year with the winners. Is he trying to make me the target of everyone?

"Ooookay…" says Enobaria, as freaked out as me. " "Now, let's see the boys" Crap. No,no,no,NO. I praise to all the odds not to be Eneldo, please anyone but Eneldo.

"I volunteer" Great. The odds might be having a lot of fun with me. Instead of Eneldo, they throw me the biggest eighteen year old boy they could. He comes to the stage with an air of superiority. He is 6 feet, for sure. He's like one of those animals I've seen in one of my dad's nature book. I think It's called a "bear".

"So, what's your name?"

"I'm Bill Nisbet" says, with his rough voice.

"Let's give a big applause for our volunteer tributes" Everyone claps their hands.

I look in the screen, again. I can see how they show everyone clapping, and then they focus on Eneldo, I look directly at him, with Laurel by his side. He's not clapping, he's saluting me. He's making, with both hands, a cross with his index and middle fingers on her forehead, and I try not to cry, I try really hard. I'm expressionless. I know. I can see how the cameras changed from recording Eneldo's salute to record my face. And one single tear falls from my face.

"Now, what about a shake of hands?" says Enobaria. I wipe the tear, and I hold out my hand, which gets quickly grabbed by Bill's enormous one. Then we enter the justice building. When I enter a big room, I sit on the sofa. I can't believe that Eneldo did that. I never thought somebody would do that gesture to me. Laurel and Ruda entered and they hugged me. Laurel was suppressing the tears, and so was Ruda.

"Eneldo has gone to the orphanage; he said something about a token…"

Some time later, Eneldo comes in, in silence, and gives me a clock pocket with a chain.

"I know you can win" says Eneldo "just make sure to have at least one knife"

"Okay" I don't sound convincing, I know it.

"You are fast, strong and you know all your fathers tricks, you can do it".

Then they go out. And I'm alone, thinking about what he just said. Of course I'm fast. We build houses in open fields, next to the forest. When wolfs smell the food, they come to us and all we can do is run and throw them rocks and some bricks. I usually bring with me some knifes, and with that, I can make sure I'll finish with some of them. But this is different. They aren't wolfs. They are people, they think, some of them are trained, some of them…I don't know what I'm gonna do, because I've never killed someone. My grandpa said that if you win, you are still attached to the arena somehow. And that scares me. Will I die? Will I make it? Suddenly, someone appears. Onix, one of my father's friend and another stonemason.

"Here" he says, and gives me a card. "Before your father died, he gave me this card and told me to give it to you if you ever got reaped". Then he disappears. I open the letter and I start reading.

Clove, when you read this I will be probably dead. Remember that your grandfather was a victor, and I know that you'll be one too. I believe in you. My disease is a very uncommon one, and the doctors say that they could try to cure me with some investigations, but I refused. No father would ever like to survive their daughter's death. I've taught you everything you grandfather taught me. Don't worry if you don't get a hold of a weapon, if you are sneaky, you can leave them out with any technique.

You are a Kiddo, and we never give up. It doesn't matter the circumstances.

I've always really proud of you, and I will always be.

Dad.

A drop of water falls on the letter, and I assume that is raining and there's a leak. But when I look up, there's nothing dripping from the roof. It's from my eyes.