chapter 5

Today we get scored by the game makers. I need at least a ten! the higher the score the more people like you. marvel and i talk about what were gonna do when Cato screamed at a kid for stealing his knife. I realize he's changed,everything's changed.
I had a dream that Cato was chasing me and then he pinned me to the yelled 'your gonna pay for killing glimmer' then he took his sword and struck me right in the chest.I woke up screaming and Cato came running in the room with his sword and it made me scream more. Then he started screaming,when Gabbi came in the room and said 'whats going on here?'we both said 'nothing' i guess friends forever doesn't work in the arena.
we get in line and Gabbi says 'good luck' all i did was show them my amazing knife skills, picturing them as them as the girl on fire and glimmer. i wonder what Cato did...
I've been thinking Cato so much. Were all sitting on the couch when the scores go and Cato and i get a ten! we were all excited when the girl on fire got a eleven!
Cato went bazerk,he hates being beat.i tried to calm him down but he only got madder.
he started yelling 'clove aren't you mad you didn't get the highest score!'i say 'ya but-' he cuts me off and yells 'but you don't care!' i yell 'ya i do care but i know how to actually control myself!' then he grabs a painting and throws it inches above my head.i grab a vase of flowers and throw it right at his back. Then he turns toward me.
'i hate you!'i scream 'i hate you more' he screams back.
then he slams the door,stupid girl on fire for getting a eleven!ugh!Gabbi says 'I'll go talk to him' i put my arm in front of her.
'I'll do it' i answered.
i take a deep breath and walk into Cato's room.i see him crying against the wall. i say 'this is all my fault-'
'clove'
'yes'
'don't let me turn into a monster'
'who said you were a monster?'
I'm there on the wall and Cato is kissing me. There is a knock on the door and a voice asks 'are you two okay?'i push away from Cato's lips and walk out of the room. While walking i grab a flower off the floor.i go to my room and start saying 'he loves me,
he doesn't love me...' over and over until the pedals run out and I'm left with 'he doesn't love me' is this true love or is the world playing a sick game with me.