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Chapter 4 of "Lovely.. Or Should I Say, Clovely", is up! This chapter isnt long, but it isn't short. Next chapter, though, I think is a bit longer, hopefully I can have myself write longer chapters! Oh, and, I've gotton atleast two emails telling me "The following member has added your story to her/his Favorite Stories list". Thanks! Yup, its only 2, but Im glad people are actually reading my writing! No reviews yet, hopefully I can get atleast one review by the time its tomorrow? Thanks!
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Disclaimer: All characters, ideas, etc.. belong to the amazing genius, Suzzane Collins! However, this writing, belongs to me..
Chapter 4 - Competition
And the President's speech finishes with a huge round of applaud from the Capitol. I didn't listen to most of it- frustration over comes me from those district twelve kids.
I narrow my eyes, looking back.
That girl named Catness or something.. She's stealing all the sponsors!
We're off the chariots and I'm whispering something in Cato's ear.
"Kill. Her." I snarl in his ear.
I realize he's thinking the same thing because he immediately snaps back to me, teeth gritted.
"Girl On Fire... I can't wait for her death!" he says, annoyed by her appearance.
I can say she's pretty- not the prettiest though. Her hair's - I guess okay, just a couple of tiny braids here and there.
I just can't keep my eyes off her. She's getting too much attention.
I group of tributes- from Districts One and Four, approach us.
"Hi!" says a blonde girl with green eyes.
It's the district one arrogant girl.
"I'm Glimmer! And this is Marvel," she says, pointing to her really tall district partner.
Glimmer? I have to keep from laughing because that name is so ridicules. I pretend to cough.
The boy, Marvel, extends his arm out and I give him a firm handshake.
"Cato," I say pointing to Cato.
"And I'm Clove," I say grimly.
"Ooh, it's only after the Chariots and we're already getting allies!" Glimmer says in a cheerful voice, twirling her soft light hair with her fingers.
Cato agrees.
I realize the district four careers haven't said a word- so I turn to them.
I'm surprised they actually look really unsteady.
The boy looks like he's about 12, not standing a chance. The girl; a bit older with black hair and sea green eyes.
"I'm Cole," says the boy, surprisingly quiet.
"And I'm Tori," says the girl.
Glimmer suddenly nods idiotically, hair in her face.
"More allies!"
I dislike her already- Ugh, I realize Cato sort of "likes" her, don't know how. She's got this show off kinda look to her.
I wonder if she is actually even capable of using a weapon to kill. I'm sure Marvel could use atleast a spear- he looks strong.
But other then Cato, I've seen no bigger competition so far.
I realize Enobaria, and Brutus are motioning for us to come, so we do, and Glimmer, Marvel, Zena and Cole plainly leave to their mentors, too.
"You were great!" Enobaria says, almost sheepishly.
Nahh, it was all me, Enobaria. All me. I'll win these games.
We're escorted into the building where all of us will stay until the final days to come, of training, interviews, and finally- the games.
I'm surprised I'm actually overwhelmed by the fast zipping of the elevator of the building. It's not really long though, seeing as we're district 2, which means that we're only on the second floor.
I badly want to have a conversation with Enobaria about those District 12 tributes, but I bite my lip, feeling as if it's somehow childish.
I mean, we're careers. We should be able to handle everyone else and kill them.
But that boy and girl- holding hands... Just ugh, disgusts me. As if there's something going on between them, I don't like it.
It's not fair, really- the expressions in the reapings when they get chosen, no way like they want to participate in the games.
But they end up getting all the attention they don't deserve!
I spend atleast ten minutes examining my room I'll be staying in for the couple of days to come.
It's big- or should I say, huge. Big bed, with a white mattress and dark blue fine material pillows and blanket. I run my fingers through the soft silk.
A huge bathroom- The shower is big. It's like a big control panel in there. Buttons. If you want cold water or hot water, slow or fast; anything you like, just press a button and you'll get it.
There's also blow dryers that blow dry your hair after showering.
Also in the room, there's a tiny window; really tightly closed. A big drawer full of clothes which are probably crazy.
I have to say that the whole room is different- compare my room back home with this and you'll find lots of differences.
My room in 2 only has a small bed big enough for only me- white covers, green blankets.
A mahogany drawer with some old clothes, and a journal, plus a small closet with other clothes I've got.
Before I even know it, a slam on my door indicates I should come out. "
Out!" squeals Aleena with her annoying voice. "Time for dinner!" she says and I hear her high heels clicking on the floor as she walks away from the door.
I slip out of the room, closing the door behind me with a light click, and head over to dinner. I'm starving.
"Tomorrow is training," says Brutus directly to me as I approach the table to sit down.
I take a seat beside Cato again, nodding as I can't wait for the training to come tomorrow. I can't wait to get my hands on all the different knives here.
"Remind me, what is your best weapon?" Enobaria asks.
"Knives, knives and knives," I say quickly. Knives.
"Swords mostly, but I'll handle any other weapons too," says Cato.
I can handle other weapons too; but I'd like to just stick with a knife...
Oh, yes. I'll have the pleasant task of killing that Catness girl. I make a disgusted face.
"Anything wrong, Clove?" asks Enobaria, who interrupts my thoughts of the arena.
"Twelve," I say and she understands.
"Yes, we'll have to find out something about them..."
Cato jumps into the conversation. "Think about it! They were holding hands!"
"You don't understand, Enobaria." I try to stay calm. "They're stealing all the attention!"
Brutus nods too, about to say something, but Cato cuts him off.
"Them... Especially that stupid girl, are first on MY kill list!" yells Cato, making a fist with his hand. "First. I don't want some puny idiots from twelve to be me so-called competitors." and I agree.
"The sponsors are the problems," says Brutus, somewhat changing the subject. "The more attractive tributes, the ones with the higher training scores are the ones who get the most sponsors."
I wonder if I'll have any sponsors. Surely at least a couple of Capitol citizens are willing to sponsor me.
"Anyways, training is tommorow. Cato- there'll be tons of swords, use them. And Clove- there will be dozens of knives. Make sure to show your superior strength."
Great. Training. I can't wait... To practically show off my knife throwing skills to those from the loser districts... I'll show 'em how good I am. I'll get the highest training score...
Author's Note:
That's it... until tomorrow, when Chapter 5 is posted! I've already writen it yesterday, so thats a good head start so I can probably start writing Chapter 6 today (?). Any ways, PLEASE REVIEW! It only takes a minute or less, and I've got no reviews yet. SO, if your reading this, please review! You dont have to have a fanfiction account. By the way, like I said, be ready for a longer chapter tomorrow! And, you can tell me if I have any spelling and puncuation errors in here, feel free to! I dont want my writing to be all messed up, lol.
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