Clato Fan Fiction Chapter two: Age 6, a new start pt 2

I heart Cato and Clove, so I'm writing this fan fiction about the two of them. And it shows that they are not blood-thirsty careers but children thrown into this world. I'm not sure how long it would be so bear with me. J Sorry for the long wait and the one ahead of us, I have EQAO this week (ya, I'm in grade 6) and my teacher also signed us up for community service and physical labor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hunger Games, 'cuz if I did, then Cato and Clove would have won. Alexander Ludwig and Isabelle Furman are not mine. (BUT I DO heart A.L.)

Oh, yeah. I'm also writing a fantasy Fanfiction about Peeta. It features one of my best friends as Peeta's neighbor and best friend. If you want me to write a Fantasy Fan Fiction with you in it, (Preferably from The Hunger Games series), PM me.

Clove's POV

*Yawn* I can hear a loud irritating sound; I open one eye to look at my alarm clock. The dark green clock showed 6:30 and was beeping. That sound was not the upbeat song I choose for my alarm. On my nightstand, there was a note; cautiously, I picked it up. On it, it says:

Clove,

Wake up, NOW! Go get ready. Today is your first day at the training center. Get dressed; there is breakfast at the table. Don't eat too much. I'm getting some things; I'll be back before 7:30.

Mom

I stand up, and shower. Then I choose a dark green t- shirt and some black shorts. I tie my hair up the way my mom taught me. I go downstairs and find some hash-browns and cheesy bakery buns. I eat a bit, and then I take the pamphlet that my mom got yesterday about training. I read until my mom rushes in.

"Come on, Clove" My mom says, "Let's go."

"Coming," I say, and I run upstairs and grab my backpack and then rush back downstairs. The two of us go out on our lawn and I see Cato and his mother. I wave at them and smile. Today would be my first day at the training center!

We walk over there, and by the time we get there, its 8 o'clock. Connor greets us and he shows us our lockers and brings us to the main training room, even at 8, it's already filled with people.

"Okay, now, Rosemary and Callie, I'm afraid you will have to leave. We'll see you at four?" Connor tells them.

"Great, Callie and I will be here." My mom says, "Bye sweetie," She bends down and kisses me on the cheek. Then they leave.

"Until 9, you guys can do anything you'd like." Connor says and then leaves.

"So…" I say, looking at Cato, then the gym.

"So….." Cato copies.

"I'm going to start at maybe, spears." I say.

"I'm going to the fencing area." Cato tells me.

"I'll find you at 9." I promise and we separate.

The spear is a little heavy for me, although the trainer says I have good hand-eye coordination.

"Maybe you should try knives…..Clove." She tells me.

"Okay," I say. I'm considering it, but just then the bell rings. I turn and run to find Cato.

Cato POV

"Okay, remember…..Cato, this is all about technique not jabbing. You know, maybe you should try swords." The trainer at the fencing area tells me.

I'm thinking about it when the bell rings. I drop the foil I was practicing with and I run to find Clove.

*Bump* some one bumps me as I look for Clove.

"HEY!" I scream at the person, "Watch where you are going,"

"Well, hello to you too" it was Clove.

For the rest of the day we learn about levels for training and we go to track, knives, swords and survival. We are all in level one, but clove and I go to level 2 in track. She gets level 2 in knives, and I go to level 2 in swords. Soon, it was home time. I've met fairly interesting people today; most of these children were scared to death. I was too, at first, but I know I have to work harder to go to the games.

Clove's POV

Training was great, after 12 more years of training; I could easily win the games! Knife throwing is really fun, a lot lighter then spears and it make me more agile. Guess I'll have to beg mum to get me one for my birthday.

"How was your day?" my mom asks me and Cato, interrupting my thoughts.

"It was fun," Cato says,

"Great. I love it there," I put in.

"Good for you," Cato's mom says, "when you are 18, you could volunteer for the games and win!" I guess she didn't worry about us going the same year, because Cato was a year older. Oh well, I thought, one day I'll win the games.

A.N.

Hey everyone thanks to everyone who reviewed. Sorry for the short chapter, I promise to make it longer next time. And umm, I'm might not upload this week, I have to work on the Fantasy Fan Fiction (refer to top). And my EQAO's.

Oh yeah, I have a question, SHOULD Cato and Clove WIN THE GAMES? Tell me though review or PM. Thanks.

Angie