Cato
I had no idea what I was wearing. My stylist hadn't even let me glance at a mirror. And it was so dark here I couldn't look down to get a glance.
"Hey. Cato, Clove! Pay attention!" our mentor exclaimed.
"Sorry! I don't like being in a dress!" Clove responded. I heard a smacking noise.
"That is no way to talk to me! Now listen. I want you two just completely ignore each other until you are out of sight of the crowd. Got it?"
"Yeah it'll be easy," Clove said.
"I'm not going to warn you again Clove. This is your last chance. Speak to your elders with respect."
Out district with their strict rules, also had strict consequences that would be enforced. Clove instantly shut up.
I heard the crowd cheering. District one must have just appeared. Slowly our chariot began to move. As we came into the light the crowd began to cheer again. The announcer said our names as we waved and the next district appeared.
I watched for twelve. When they did appear the crowd went crazy.
The boy was in a coal black leotard type outfit with a cape that was flaming at the bottom. The girl wore the same, but somehow it looked better on her. Both had flames drawn on their faces and pant legs. I could barely recognize her. She was beautiful.
I looked closer and saw that they were holding hands.
"Give it up for the tribute's from District Twelve! Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" the announcer shouted.
Katniss Everdeen. The beauty from twelve. Clove gasped interrupting my thoughts.
"You do!" she exclaimed quietly. "I knew it!"
"Shut up Clove. You say anything and your dead. Got it?" I threatened.
"Whatever Cato," she smirked.
Peeta Mellark. I thought. That's what the announcer said. He's the first to die.