chapter 7 yippe, so many views but no reviews please leave some. And yes I know the last names of the tributes that Cato,and Clove volunteer for suck, I can't come up with good ones. Leave reviews and leave ideas for me to write in the reviews or private message.

It's the Reaping today and I have to volunteer, I know I'm going to win, but still, I'm slightly nervous. As I walk to the Justice Building, I see Clove, she looks amazing in her white dress with her hair typed up in a bun. I cross the road and walk to her,she doesn't see me so I walk up behind her and tap her shoulder. She whips around with a knife in hand and sees me, "You have a knife now?" I ask her "It's the Reaping!" I say."So?You never know what creepy things lie beyond the barriers of District 2." She says sarcastically "Why'd you have a knife then?" I ask still confused. She rolls her eyes at me, clearly pissed."I always have one!"She replies. As we reach the Reaping I stop walking abruptly and she stops as well. I give her a quick peck on the lips and she returns it, we part and walk to our age group, the 16-17 year olds.

"Hello, hello,hello," says the Capitol representative for District 2, her name is Lavender.

"Now we have a video straight from the Capitol for all you people to see!" A video comes on, it's the same one we see every single year. Most of the kids in the area mouth along the words. When the video finishes Lavender moves to the Reaping bowl.

"Ladies, we will begin with you," her hand reaches in. I know someone that's not meant to volunteer will, it always happens, and so there is always a brawl and the one who makes it to the stage first wins, sometimes the person who's meant to be there, and sometimes not. I worry about Clove because whoever volunteers as well will be bigger than her and she is not excellent at hand-to-hand combat. I bite the inside of my lip.

Lavenders shrill voice interrupts my thoughts "May Girtlone."

"I volunteer!" Two voices yell and Clove walks to a girl with blonde hair and green highlights. I beat the other girl up in the practice games a week or two ago. The girl throws a punch at Cloves but Clove brings out her knife and slashes the girls arm. Clove turns and races to the stage. I breath out, she's in.

"And what might your name be dear?" Clove hates that name but keeps her cool.

"Clove Troublefield." She says flatly

Lavender reaches into the boys "Mason Bertyon,"

"I volunteer!" More than four voices yell, but when I emerge to beat up the guys who said they'd volunteer, they shrink back to the crowd, chickens!

"And your name honey?" I curse her in my head.

"Cato Highman." I reply.

"District Two, your tributes for the 74th Hunger Games. Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.