Here it is! Chapter 2! Sorry that it took so long. Writing the second chapter is always the hardest for me to do. I don't know why, but it is. It also took a while because I wasn't sure if I wanted the Reapings to be in this chapter, but I didn't want it to get boring. So, here it is. Let me know what you think!


Clove sat on the floor of the Academy, holding her favorite knife tightly in her hand. She was currently glaring over at a redheaded girl who was flirting up a storm with Cato, and Clove was trying her hardest not to attack the redhead.
Even though Clove and Cato weren't together, and no one knew that they had a semi-relationship going on, he was hers. She wanted so desperately to throw her knife at the girl. She knew she would hit her square in the back too. After all, she never missed.
Clove sighed out of irritation and stood up, facing the training dummies. She picked up two more knives off of the table then glared at the dummies. If only they were that stupid, redhead...
Clove growled lowly under her breath and chucked her favorite knife, hitting it in the dead center of one of the dummies half way across the training center. She looked at another training dummy and threw one of the other knives. Clove then threw the last knife, sticking it into the dummy with a small thud at the force she threw it. Clove smirked to herself then walked over to get her own personal knife out of the training dummy.
Clove yanked her knife out of the dummy then looked back over at Cato and the stupid redhead. She glared at both of them, then caught Cato's eyes. She tightened her glare a little and smirked ever so slightly before turning around and walking out of the Academy.
As Clove walked out, she started to toss her knife in the air, catching it perfectly as it came down. She was going into the woods to calm down. Clove liked to chuck her knife into the trees when she was upset. It was the best way for her to channel her anger, and it was also a good way to practice hunting tributes.
Clove continued to toss her knife in the air and catch it as she walked into the woods. She glanced around the small, dense woods then looked ahead. She kind of hoped that the arena this year would be in the woods. She knew her way around the woods easy enough, and more so than other people in the district.
Clove looked at a tree about 30 feet ahead of her and chucked her knife as hard as she could, hearing it make a thud noise as it hit the tree. She looked down at the ground as she walked over to the tree. She then grabbed a hold of her knife and yanked it out of the tree.
Clove whipped her head around as she heard a branch crack and threw her knife, not even thinking that it could be a person.
"You bitch!"
Clove laughed and turned to face the person. She shrugged a little as she crossed her arms, a smirk growing onto her face. "That's what you get for flirting with another girl, Cato!"
Cato shook his head a little. "I didn't want to, but people can't know about us. They'll treat us differently if they knew."
Clove sighed and rolled her eyes before walking over to him. She pulled her knife out of the tree that was beside him. She turned to face him, about to speak, then frowned deeply seeing his shirt ripped and blood starting to drip out of his arm. "Cato, I'm sorry that I hit you."
Cato shrugged a little looking away from her. "It's fine."
Clove shook her head a little and walked up to his arm, taking a closer look at it.
The knife didn't actually hit him. He was smart enough to dodge the knife, but he wasn't quick enough. The knife had grazed his arm.
Clove moved the shredded cloth a little more out of the way to inspect it and half smiled. "It's not even deep. You've had much worse cuts then this. This is nothing." She shook her head then shoved her knife into her boot, where it always went when she wasn't using it.
Cato shrugged again then looked at her. "I'm sorry, Clover. I really am. I'm sorry that I made you mad by flirting with that girl."
Clove crossed her arms, slightly looking at the ground. She wasn't used to Cato being all nice and forgiving, and it was a little weird.
Clove shrugged a little and looked back up at him. "I wasn't really mad. I just... I just got.. jealous." She clenched her jaw and tightened her arms against her chest. She had only gotten jealous of another girl one time, and that was during a training drill.
Cato chuckled then raised his eyebrow. "You!? Jealous!? I never would have guessed that you would get jealous," he said as he smirked.
Clove rolled her eyes then shoved him lightly. "Oh shut up." She half smiled then looked at him,
a mask of concern on her face. "The Reapings are tomorrow. Have you decided if you're going to volunteer this year?"
Cato shrugged and looked at his arm before looking back at her. "I think so. I mean, I'm ready enough to. Why not?"
Clove nodded a little then half smirked. "Well, make sure you win. I need to have my stubborn ass best friend come back home to me." She laughed very slightly then smiled at him.
Cato nodded as a huge smirk grew onto his face. "You know I'll win. And when I come back, we'll be able to be together. Just the two of us." He nodded once.
Clove smiled sincerely. "That'll be nice."


"Next."
Clove walked up to the check in booth and held her hand out, letting the Peacekeeper prick her finger. Clove rolled her eyes slightly at the kid next to her who was wincing at the pain. This pain was nothing. This wasn't even considered pain to Clove.
Clove walked over to her age group and started pushing her way up to the front. Once she got to the front, she crossed her arms with a slight smirk on her face.
Even though she wasn't planning on volunteering this year, everyone who trained at the Academy went to the front. If nothing else to seem intimidating.
Clove looked back at Cato and smirked at him before looking forward as Angora Umbridge, the District Two escort, walked onto the stage.
"Hello District Two!" Angora beamed. "Welcome to the 74th Annual Reaping for The Hunger Games! Please, pay attention to this magnificent movie brought all the way from the Capitol!"
Clove looked up at the projection screen as the movie started to play. She rolled her eyes slightly then looked back at Angora as the movie ended.
"Wasn't that just lovely?" She said, much too enthusiastically. As soon as the crowd showed no interest in what she was saying, Angora continued to speak. "Now, it's the time we've all been waiting for! First off, the female tribute."
Angora walked over to the bowl with the girl names in it and reached her hand in, pulling one name out. She walked back over to the microphone, unfolded the piece of paper, and then spoke.
"Clove Folly."
Clove quickly looked up then smirked. That was her name. She was going into The Hunger Games because no one would volunteer for her. She knew it.
She pushed her way to the aisle then walked up onto the stage, her head held high and the smirk still placed firmly on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest then glared out at the crowd, daring one of the other Careers to take her place.
No one did.
Angora smiled then looked at the crowd. "And now, for the male."
She walked over to the males' bowl and pulled out a name. She walked over to the microphone and opened the sheet of paper.
"Tyson Williams."
Clove watched as a small, scared-looking thirteen year old boy came out into the aisle. Clove looked at Cato, who was obviously debating if he still wanted to volunteer this year. Cato looked at Clove and nodded once before jumping out of his age group. "I volunteer!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the entire town square.
Tyson looked at Cato like he wanted to give him the biggest hug ever, then scurried back into his age group.
Cato walked confidently onto the stage.
Angora smiled at him and held the microphone out to him. "And you are..?"
"Cato Deacon."
Angora smiled brightly then looked out at the crowd once more. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you this year's tributes for District Two. Clove Folly and Cato Deacon!"
Claps exploded all over the town square, mostly for Cato. No one really thought that Clove was ready to go into the games yet, and not many people liked her. She frightened most people.
"Please, shake hands you two," Angora told Clove and Cato.
Clove turned to face Cato and smirked a little. She noticed the worry and concern in his eyes, but she would be the only one to notice it. They shook hands then were led into the Justice Building and to two separate rooms.
Clove walked in and sat down on the bright burgundy velvet couch. She looked up as the door opened and her parents came in.
Clove stood up and walked over to them, slightly looking down. "I can win this. I know I can."
"We know you can do this, Clove," her father said.
Her mother sighed and rolled her eyes. "We know. Make us proud, and don't disappoint us."
Clove nodded again then gave them both a small smile before a Peacekeeper came in and escorted them out.
Clove sat back down on the couch and stared at the door. No one else was going to come and say goodbye. The only person who would was in another room, and Clove didn't have anyone else.


Thank you for reading! Again, please review! The only way I'll get better as a writer is if people give me criticism. I greatly appreciate it! :)