Cato
I awoke to the darkness of the night, and the emptiness of my bed. Clove was there before, she must of left since she doesn't sleep much. Clove has had a sleeping disorder ever since she was five, where it's only possible that she can get a maximum of three hours of sleep. Turning to look at my clock, I discovered it was one in the morning. I rubbed my eyes while I stumbled out of bed making my way through the dark halls. Avoxes stood at the front of every door trying their best to not look tired so awakening one I demanded for some steak whereas nothing sounded better now.
A loud roar came from a few doors up ahead, where a TV played. I quickly noticed it as the reaping and found Clove lying on the couch her knives in hand while she threw them in the air catching the blades with her hands and then throwing then again and again. "Who are you watching?" I asked as I approached the couch just as one of the knives was chucked at my head, hitting the wall behind me.
"Us," she replied as if a robot, no emotions taking over her face or even her voice.
"So what's wrong then?"
"Some bitch who thinks she has it all volunteered."
"So? People from our district and 1 and 4-"Clove's voice cut mine off instantly stopping my words right in its tracks.
"She's from twelve." My breath stopped and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Twelve?"
"Yeah, Cato…twelve. Her name Is Katniss Everdeen"…