Hello, you lovely hunger games freaks:) I had some extra time after our Fall Break from school, so I just went at another chapter. How's everyone? I want to know something… how many countries are we representing here? Comment with your review and also add what country you live in. I'm from the United States. (I just want to know.) I'm not some creeper looking to find you, trust me. Haha. Anywayyyyyyy… here's chapter 10! (Woop woop! In the double digits finally!)
Chapter Ten- Sick? I'm about to be killed!
Clove's Point of View:
Cato. I know that kid loves me, but he doesn't need to know EVERYTHING about me. Anyway, he shouldn't worry. I'm fine anyway, right?, I question as Cato looked at me solemnly, kissed the top of my sleepy head and walked out of the bathroom. I felt like laying down, as I was really dizzy and nauseous.
Okay, okay, I only threw up once. No big deal. Probably from enjoying too much of this Capitol food. I seriously stuffed myself full for the last few days. I haven't had food that I haven't worked my butt off for in like 9 years. Yep, that's it. I'm sure of it.
I kept this rationalization in my head and I listened intently to Cato's footsteps across the bamboo floor of my room. He stopped once to grab his clothes and other items he had since last night and resumed his walking.
As soon as I heard the door to my bedroom close, I slowly stood up from the platinum-plated tiled floor. Instantly, I just got dizzy again and fell back on my butt. My stomach felt like it was about to leap out of my throat, but with an empty stomach, I just dry heaved.
Okay, I can NOT be sick on the first day of training, I thought. I stood up again and, to my relief, actually did it with success.
Walking over to the mirror actually took some effort, but as soon as I got there, I shuddered. The girl in the mirror didn't look anything like me. Aged-looking face, smudged eye shadow and mascara from last night's parade, and greasy hair. Yuck. NOT good.
I quickly washed off the remainder of the smudged make-up and climbed into the amazing Capitol shower. Immediately when I hit the water, I felt amazing instead of sick.
The shower took 30 minutes, because I just let the strawberry scented water pour over me so I could enjoy the scent. Yeah, that's right, STRAWBERRY water. The panel had many choices of strawberry, lemon, grape, watermelon, and even chocolate scented water. Strawberries are my favorite food in the world, but they're so expensive in District Two.
After my long shower, I toweled off and just put my raven-black hair in a simple fishtail braid. No fancy hairstyles for me. The prep team's just going to mess it up for interviews tonight anyway.
I looked on the counter to see that my clothes were replaced by a simple black training suit with red and blue and a 2 written on the sleeve.
After I put it on, I looked around me in the extravagant bathroom. There were many closets full of luxurious towels, shampoos and conditioners.
Curious, I opened up the many drawers I found around the sink to find TONS of makeup and hair accessories. Hundreds of eye shadows, mascaras in all colors (including neon), lip glosses, eyeliners, and even stick on jewels. Not the fake jewels that you find in a dollar store, but REAL diamonds, rubies, and even emeralds.
Emeralds. The stone had the exact color of my eyes. It was my favorite jewel.
There's no sense in putting on makeup right now, I thought. I'll just be sweating it off at training.
A familiar knock came to the door, and I actually answered it to find a surprised Avox see that I'm on time for once. I'm so glad that these people can't talk, because if she did, I would probably get some smart alec comment from her awkward mouth. I can see the Capitol newspapers now: TRIBUTE FROM TWO SHOT ON SIGHT FOR KILLING A CAPITOL ATTENDANT.
I headed down to the breakfast table to see that I was dining alone with Cato today. No Emeralda, no Brutus, no Avoxes.
Like always, we ate in silence. The only noise that came from the large room was the clinking of forks against the porcelain plates. Great. We may only have one week to live, and all we did was sit in silence.
I ran down to the training center with Cato right after breakfast and after a break meeting with the instructor, set off to train in different areas.
There were so many areas. Archery, swords (Cato's favorite), build a campfire, camouflage, rock climbing, plant knowledge, net making, hunting, and my personal favorite, Knives.
I rushed straight over to the knives with Cato. I noticed that the fire girl was building fires with her district fire and I tried to scare her as much as possible.
I picked up each jagged blade of the knives and threw it at the dummy on the other side. I never missed one. I looked around to see that everyone- including fire girl- had stopped to watch me fearfully. I smiled an evil smile and stalked away. Cato looked at me proudly and we headed to the plant knowledge section.
After the training session was over, we had the whole rest of the day to ourselves until the interviews tonight.
"What do you want to do?" Cato asked. We went over some options and decided on to go running on the roof's running track.
I put on shorts and a tank effortlessly, but while I tied my tennis shoes, I felt queasy again. I shook it off and rode up with Cato to the roof. Luckily, it was empty. Finally.
Ahh, the beautiful roof. It had a track, a swimming pool, a hot tub, a weight lifting center, and best of all, a beautiful view. There was force field around the perimeter so that we couldn't commit suicide by jumping off. I heard that happened one year.
We started our run and Cato quickly passed me. He tried to slow down so I could catch up.
After about 2 miles, while Cato was still a ways ahead of me, I got that same feeling from this morning and hunched over and threw up. Nice timing Clove, I thought to myself.
Cato ran back over to me, and tried to help me up. Once on my feet, my legs were too weak and collapsed again. He reached down and plucked my weak body from the ground. He ran to the bleachers next to the track and put me down in the shade. That's when I passed out.
When I came to, I found myself still laid out on the bleachers with Cato stroking my hair. I had a wet cloth on my head and what came next, I really expected.
"Clove, seriously, what's up? I knew you threw up last night and now here you are doing it again. You could hardly run today, when usually you are half a mile faster than me. Are you sick? Do we need to call a doctor?"
I shook my head violently and replied hoarsely," Cato, I'm just not feeling good. I think I've eaten too much of this Capitol food these last few days."
I could tell he wasn't convinced by the way he shook his head. He gave me a water bottle next to him when I pointed at it and he let me take a long gulp.
"Can you walk now?" I stood on my unstable legs to see that they were halfway strong to walk on, so we walked down to our rooms again. The clock said it was only 30 minutes until 5, when our prep teams would arrive and do our hair and makeup for the interviews tonight, so I had some time to kill.
As soon as I walked into my room, there was Cato again.
"Dang it, Cato! Stop doing that! I said I'm fine! Leave me alone!"
He nodded but replied, "Clove, there's one thing I have to ask you, and then I'll leave you alone." I could tell that he had a hard time asking this question. "Are you late?"
I had to think about the question for a minute, but then realized what he was talking about. I never thought about it. I guess I was a few days late, but that's normal with all this stress.
But then it hit me! He thinks I'm pregnant! Ha!
"Cato! I'm not! It's fine! I'm DEFINITELY not pregnant." Right as I said the word 'pregnant', I felt nauseous again.
"Clove, don't you lie to me. I want to know!" I nodded again and again until he ran into my bathroom. He rummaged through the closets until he found the medical supplies. There were no drugs or anything, but band-aids, antiseptic cream, and finally- pregnancy tests. He grabbed one box and handed it to me.
"Cato, you can't be serious…." He cut me off with a kiss.
"Clove, I'll always love you. Dead or alive, pregnant or not, and just the way you are. Just do it for me, okay?"
I nodded and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. What it I really was pregnant? What would happen? I looked at the clock to see I had 15 minutes before the prep team came. I had to make this quick.
I read and re read the directions on the package until I knew that I had them memorized. I followed the directions carefully, and then placed the dreaded stick on the counter. Since technology here was so advanced, the results were instant, but I didn't want to look.
Once my heart stopped beating so fast, I walked back over and looked at the results. Two stripes were showing. That meant I was pregnant.
I opened the bathroom door silently and pale and walked over to Cato. He grabbed the stick from my hand and read the results. He dropped it on the ground and hugged me. I sobbed violently on his shoulder for 5 more minutes until we heard a knock at the door. My prep team.
I didn't want to go to the interviews. I didn't want to be in the stupid games. And I certainly didn't want to go anywhere pregnant. I just wanted Cato to hold me and take me home where we could raise our child in safety.
What did you guys think? Some cute Clato scenes, but it's sad that Clove's pregnant. What's going to happen? How will Cato protect both Clove and her unborn baby? Don't forget to comment with you review and tell me what country you're from! I'll put a list on the next episode of the countries you guys are reppin'. :) Love you guys! –T
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