Disclaimer: Yes, I am writing a fanfic about my own book -.-
Clove's POV
I twirled my knife in my hands as I walked into my living room. Today was the reading of the card. The card that decided what the twist in the Quarter Quell would be. I turned on my TV and I saw President Snow. I never liked that guy, he gave me the creeps. Snow blabbered on for a while and then he finally got to the good part.
"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors." Whoa I didn't expect that. At least I didn't have to worry about it as much; there were a crap load of victors in District 2. I would have a 5 percent chance of being reaped. I smiled to myself as I turned off the TV. This was going to be good.
I woke up and got ready for the reaping. I was excited, but nervous at the same time. I wasn't nervous about being reaped, I was just nervous about mentoring other victors. They still saw me as a scrawny little girl and probably didn't have much faith in me. I hope they would be impressed with me this year.
I arrived at the Justice Building. There was the stage, as always, but this year, the kids were sitting with their families and the sections were reserved for victors. I sat down in one of them and our escort came out.
"The 3rd Quarter Quell has finally come, and this year, we will be picking from our pool of victors." Some of the people in the crowd groaned, probably the 18 year olds. Our escort walked across the stage.
"Ladies first!" She grabbed a slip and walked back to the mike.
"Our female tribute this year is…Clove Harrison!" I blinked, and then got up. I would actually get to go back to the arena? This is great! All I would have to do is kick a bunch of victors asses, and then I would win. I stood on stage proudly next to our escort as she picked the male tribute.
"And District 2's male tribute this year is…Cato Caden!" I nearly stopped breathing. Out of all the tributes, Cato is reaped? I haven't talked to him since that day in the Justice Building. I knew we weren't friends, but I just wouldn't feel right killing him.
Cato's POV
I was shocked when I was reaped. I would have to compete in the Games again, against Clove. We haven't talked in a year, but I still had strong feelings for her, I just wouldn't show it. When I walked on stage, I shook her hand then smiled at the crowd. Maybe the Gamemakers would allow the 2-people-same-district-victor rule again, and then I wouldn't have to live with the guilt of killing her.