Kay Guys! so here's the next Chapter.
Dang, that means ive already posted 3 chapters this week!
Dont expect 3 chapters each week, but i will be posting 2 a week from now on.
So without further ado, here's chapter 7!


I wake up the morning of my private session, light shining through the thin Capitol curtains.
I grumble and get out of bed, careful not to make any noises.
I know from experience, if someone wakes Enobaria up, the whole floor's in for a world of shit.
I know im gonna ace this, all these non – career tributes are worthless.
One of them has a bad leg, one of them is twelve year old, and one of them kept falling off benches.
This years bloodbath is gonna be bigger than any year before.
I need to put on my training outfit for this, and this afternoon we'll hear our scores.
After im dressed, i slip into Cato's room.
Of course hes still sound asleep.
Most people would be quiet. Not me.
"HEY FATASS!"
He jumps and i burst out laughing.
"CLOVE! What the fuck!"
"What Cato?"
He just stares me down, i fight another burst of laughter and stare at him.
"Get dressed or im eating all your pancakes."
He hears one word about food and hes out of bed, tripping over as he tries to get dressed and walk at the same time.
Thats Cato for ya, the most brutal dumbass in the world.
I wave his plate of pancakes in front of him, prepared by Aliona – Enobaria wouldnt let me make them – and finish up my own.
"Tiny! Give me my pancakes!"He gruffs, sitting down beside me.
"I did tell you."I laugh, handing him the plate.
Enobaria and Brutus sit down opposite us.
"Okay. District One is first, then Clove and then Cato. Got that?" Enobaria snarls. We nod.
"Kay. So whatare you going to show them Clove?"
"Just everything. Knives, Axe, maybe a Spear."
"Good girl. Cato?"
"Im gonna sever a dummy with the sword."He says, bits of pancake flying around the room.
"You know Cato, you really should learn not to stuff your face. Or to not talk with your face stuffed." I say.
Enobaria and Brutus laugh at that – something that is nearly impossible for them.
"Okay. We're going to drop you off. Cato, leave the plate."
Enobaria gives Cato a death glare.
"But my pancakes..."
"You can finish them when we get back."
I take his hand and pull him along.


"Clove Massae."
"Guess your up, Tiny."
I nod at Cato, who kisses me.
Then i step into the room.
Its the same place we've been training in for the past 3 days, but now its empty. The only thing there are the dummy's, and my choice weapons.
I turn to the balcony of potential sponsors, gamemakers, and mentors.
"Clove Massae. Distict Two."
"Go ahead Clove."
I nod and grab a handfull of knives.
I throw the mall at once, not even pausing to see where they land.
I hear gasps and look up.
All of them are in the center.
A loud cheering emerges, and i pick up the axe.
Alot of people would snicker at a tiny girl with an axe, but seeing as what i just did – 5 knives straight at the heart without even looking – they wont.
I throw the axe, and it lands against the dummy's neck.
"Thank You Clove. That's all."
I nod.
"Thank you for your time."
Then i walk back to the doors, that swing open, and reveal Cato standing there.
"How did it go?"
"Really good. Beat that Girl on Fire!"
"Cato Bryans." The same voice says.
"Your up." He nods.
I kiss him, just like he kissed me, then walk to Enobaria.


I sit on the big white couch, pulling my legs up, and wrapping my legs around them. Cato sits beside me, of course with another plate of pancakes as he was promised.
"District One. Glimmer Aedas. An 8."
We look at each other. Pretty good for Glimmer, with her really short attention span.
"Marvel Jenks. A 9."
And again, pretty good.
"District Two. Clove Massae."
Cato puts his arm around my schoulder, and i lean my head on his schoulder.
"A 10."
"Yes!" Cato and I both say, before laughing shortly.
"Goodjob Clove!" Brutus adds.
"I am proud of you."Enobaria says.
Well shit.
"Thank you Enobaria."
She even pats my knee.
"Cato Bryans. Another 10. A very good score for District 2."
"Fuck yeah!"Cato says, just after taking another bite of his pancake stasch.
Once again, bits of pancake fly out of his mouth, and even into my hair.
"Cato... Get your damn breakfast out of my hair.
"Yeah, im already busy with it."
He starts plucking away the pieces of prechewed food.
"Thanks fat-ass."
"Your welcome tiny."
"But congrats. Guess your good competition."
"Oh please. Your not competition."
"Well, we'll see in 2 days, wont we?"


It goes on until we finally get to the lowest Districts.
The little girl, Twelve year old Rue Grant, gets a 7.
I cant hide that im impressed.
Oh jippie - next is District Twelve.
"District Twelve. Peeta Mellark. A 9."
"How?"Cato exclaims.
"He was really strong. Lifting that big ball up and flinging it across the room and shit."
"Well, hes no competition."
"Well i never said that."
"Katniss Everdeen. An 11."
Both Cato and i jump off the couch at once.
"WHAT?!"
I look at Cato, narrowing my eyes.
I fish one of the knives out of my boot, and fire it at the door - the only thing i know how to do that expresses my anger.
Im so mad that it gets lodged in the door.
Cato on the other hand... Well he doesnt throw a knife.
He throws a couch.
And a chair.
And a table.
"Cato!"
"Shut up Clove!" He screams, throwing another chair.
"CATO STOP IT!"
I grab another knife, and launch myself at him.
We go at it for a while, until he gets the upperhand, and throws me on the ground.
He plants himself ontop of me, and flips the knife.
"Do it and i will cut of your balls and feed em to the twelves."
He just looks at me, and gets off me.
"Good boy, Fatass." I get up, and begin to walk to my room.
"Shut up." He replies, still steaming with anger.
"Oh, and Cato?"
I dont even stop walking.
"What?!"
I hold the door and before i bang it shut, i say,
"Maybe you should work on your... anger issieus. Your gonna get someone killed - me, for instance."


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