Clove
Today is the reaping! Boy am I pumped! I am good with knives, spears, an axe and basically everything except from a sword! I am ready for these games and I know once I volunteer there is no going back! Well, I don't care I can totally become victor and that idiot Cato isn't gonna stop me!
Once I take a shower, I get dressed in this flowery black dress my mam laid out for me and I reluctantly put a dash of make-up on. For once in my life I finally feel beautiful, I don't care if I got rated 13th on that boy thing, honestly how I look has never really bothered me but since I'm volunteering I have to look at least appealing. I say my goodbyes to my mam and dad and my little sister April then I head down to the square. It was early so hardly anybody would be there. I was right except for a blonde hair boy with bright blue eyes. HADLEY! That boy really gets on my nerves and I hate him. He always stares into my eyes and it freaks me out. Well this one time our hands accidentally touched and I got this tingly feeling, but anyway I'm no expert on love!
Our escort (Queenie or something) is talking about the Hunger games Blah Blah Blah… JUST GET ON WITH IT ALREADY! I so wanted to scream that but I kept my temper. "Now as always, ladies first!" Finally I said to myself. "Sapphir…"
"I volunteer!" I scream it as loud as I could. Yes! Just me volunteering no other freaks getting in my way! I sashay up to the stage looking devilish and I think I freak Queenie out a bit, who cares anyway? "LOVELY now we all know you are Clove little miss but anyway, on with the boys… Adam jame…" "I volunteer!" shouts a boy with blonde hair and a familiar voice. CATO AGAIN!
After what seems like forever she tells us to shake hands. I almost didn't, but then again that would make me look bad so I did. I gave him a look with my eyes saying "you better watch out Hadley!" but all he does is smirk! The arrogance on this dude is unbelievable! Suddenly I get taken to the train… WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FAMILY! I was nearly in tears but I held them in, I didn't want to look weak, my height already screams weak for me! God I wish I was as popular and tall as Cato…wait? What? All I can see next is the beautifulness of the train…