"Sorry about that." My friend, Axel, said patting my back, he was there for me before Clove was. He knew how much I liked clover.
I felt like my whole body turned to stone as I watched her stand there, if I could have volunteered for her I would have. Then I realized what I had to do.
As the boy's name was pulled, I didn't even listen to who it was, "I volunteer as tribute!" I called out the famous words and made my way to the stage. Clove would get out alive, and I'd say, 'if it is the last thing I do!' but I already know it will be.
The next thing I knew we were being dragged into the justice building and shoved into separate rooms.
My first visitor was Axel. "Man, why did you do that?" he sighed and we both sat down, "I thought, well, I'm not understanding."
"I know." I replied "I have a plan. I going to do whatever I can to get Clover out and make my death look like an accident. I can't sit back and watch her die; don't you remember who was going to volunteer this year?"
"Yeah I do, she must mean a lot to you." I could hear sympathy in his voice.
"She does."
"Best of luck, Cato." He said as a peacekeeper started leading him away. The door slammed.