CLOVE
As I made my way to the stage I took my time, I smiled just to show the weakling tributes who was in charge. The whole crowd was silent except for my heels click, click. This outfit was one of my sisters and I loved it, it was her it was a piece of her; the last piece I had left, and I knew she was looking at me now with a smile as big as mine on her face as I showed the world whose game this was. My eyes caught with Cato when I stepped up the stage, and took my place. This is the stage that would change my life drastically. If I were ever to stand on this stage again, I would be a victor, Clove from District Two.
My back was to the crowd as I gently shook hands with that clown, Floster. But, I had enough instinct to know what was coming; I felt it about to slash through my skin. I jumped into the air, twirling my legs out in front of me as I flawlessly turned around catching the flying blade while I landed gracefully on my heels. It was Cato, I smiled at him and a small giggle escaped my mouth.
Floster smirked while he realized that although I was small, I was anything but weak. "Now for the boys," he announced. We both turned to the screen even though I knew what was coming.
CATO CASTING
I smiled at him as he took to the stage, not letting anyone step in his way. He walked over to me, smile still covering his face and in an instant I put the knife to his chest, but he was too smart for me, he knew how my mind worked and he swiftly placed his and in front of his chest. My Knife cut his hand, but he just smiled bigger and wiped the blood on his side. "Maybe next time," he whispered as he trotted over to greet Floster.
"OUR TRIBUTES FROM DISTRICT TWO, CATO AND CLOVE!" Floster grabbed our hands and threw them into the air in victory. We were then escorted into the Mayor's House and had an hour to say our goodbyes. It was no surprise I had no visitors, my parents were too busy and Cato was my only friend. I played with my knife until the Peacekeepers forced it away from me when I left for the train station. Floster led Cato and I onto the train as reporters tried to get a glimpse of us. I smiled and for the fun of it stuck my middle finger right out to the entire cameras in the country. Cato grabbed my finger, laughing and took my hand in his. "Ha-ha, they just want a good show and I just want to show them who I really am so screw that Cato," I laughed over the loud voices of the reporters.
"So you're ready to go?" He asked.
"I'm more than ready we're going to win this thing." I replied in confidence.