Cato- the Reaping
A day after we get on the train, me, Clove, and the rest of the team sit down to watch the recaps of the reaping, and I laugh at the sort of competition we have. There is nothing but little scared looking kids on every team. A scrawny kid in District 1, where I can snap his neck in a minute. There's a sly looking girl with fiery red hair from 5, and she might be harder to catch because she looks sneaky. The list goes on and on, but there is one sort of competition. The huge boy from District 11. He's stocky, tall, and built, but that doesn't mean that I can't take him down.
I can take anyone down, because I'm a fighter, always have been one and always will be one. And with the careers by my side, Districts 1, 2, and 4, the Games will be a piece of cake. After we kill everyone off, all I have to do is kill the careers and I'm done. Easy as that.
Anyway, the guy from 11 has a puny little girl in his district that is way too easy to get. I don't even have to think about her to get her.
However, then comes District 12, and I see the most adorable girl ever. Her cheeks are the rosiest pink I have ever seen. She has huge, bright blue eyes, small heart-shaped lips, and long strawberry blond hair.
She's mine.
"Ha, this is going to be a piece of cake. I'm gonna get that girl, Cato, and I'm gonna make sure I have fun with her. So make it clear that I have permanent dibs." Clove says way too loud."
"NO! She is MINE!" I hiss at her, already annoyed of her presence.
"Geez, sorry there. I see someone has a special liking towards the pipsqueak. Hahaha," Clove laughs at the 'joke' she thinks she's made.
"Shut up, Clove," I warn her.
"What are you going to do, kill me?" And at that moment, I want to, but I think about it and try something else.
Then my fist lands hard into her nose.
"OW! Man, Cato, I was just joking! You didn't have to take it so seriously!"
"I told you to shut up." With that, I get up and walk to my room.
That girl was beautiful, and I'm going to get her, because I always get what I want.
I know she won't want to be with me; heck, she might even be too scared to even glance in my direction.
I'm 6 feet tall, with red-orangey hair, muscles all over, and I have the ability to hospitalize someone in 5 seconds using only my hands.
This is going to be a piece of cake.
And I know it will be.
Prim- the Reaping
Once I wake up the next morning, I feel so horrible about what happened between Peeta and me, and I dread seeing him because I'm so scared about what's going to happen. I was debating whether or not I should just eat breakfast in my room when Effie comes to my door demanding that I come to breakfast to do a recap of the reaping yesterday.
Well there goes that.
I take my time brushing my teeth, taking a shower and changing my clothes so that I can avoid the Peeta situation for as long as possible. But my long was way too long because Effie comes back to the door demanding that I come to breakfast.
I slowly open the door and drag my feet to the dining area, where sitting at the table is Peeta, Effie, and hung-over Haymitch. He's sitting at the table spreading butter onto some toast. Effie is drinking something brown and is reading a Capitol paper. Peeta is eating eggs and toast and is drinking orange juice.
Oh. Orange juice is such a delicacy in my District.
I sit down next to Effie, trying to avoid Peeta as much as possible, but it doesn't take long, because Haymitch starts talking.
"So who do we have here?" he says in a long slur. "Peter and Rosie. Stupid names, I'll say."
"It's Peeta," Peeta says with a bit of an edge in his voice.
"And it's Primrose," I say barely in a whisper.
"YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SPEAK UP!" he yells at me.
"Primrose," I say, a little bit louder, although he really scares me. At the reaping he basically fell off the stage. He surely does drink too much.
"Oh well then, you're a little adorable one aren't ya?" he asks me. I don't reply. "You'll be picked off in an instant."
"Haymitch you didn't have to say that to her. You're just going to scare her even more." Peeta says to defend me. I look up at him but he is staring at his food, trying to avoid me I bet.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" Haymitch says to us both. "Ha, oh well. You're going to be hurting even more in a week."
As soon as he says that, Peeta jumps up and punches Haymitch in the face and he falls right on the floor, but he jumps right back up and punches Peeta right back in the face, but you can hear the impact he makes to Peeta's face. Peeta falls on the floor and I instantly go to him to try to heal his face.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I ask him, holding his head. "Okay we just need to get you up and put some ice on your face, and then I can make a remedy my mom taught me to take down the swel-"
"Rose, I'm fine. It's okay. All I need is ice, but thanks for trying to help anyway."
"Ahhhh, I see we have one fighter here, but what about the other one?" Haymitch asks, but I don't tell him what I'm capable of because of what he did to Peeta.
"She's a healer." Peeta answers. "One time a friend of mine had to go to her and her mom because he cut open his leg, and they worked magic on him. He was better in a matter of days."
"Oh really? Well, where's that going to get you in the Games? Peeta here is a fighter, so hand-to-hand combat won't be hard for him. So what can you do other than healing?" Haymitch asks.
I try and come up with an answer, but Effie interrupts my thoughts.
"Time to watch the reaping!" She squeaks out.
Thank goodness.
We sit in a room with a huge television on the wall that is amazing. There's a big comfy couch in the center, and we all sit in it. I get some ice for Peeta's face, and he smiles in thanks. I sit down next to him and watch the reaping.
The kids that were chosen look really fit, and they look like they were born to kill, especially Districts 1, 2, and 4, and from those 3 Districts, I single out one. His name is Cato and he's from District 2. The first thing I notice are the muscles coming out of his shirt. They are really HUGE. The second thing I notice is the hard look on his face. He looks as if he's seen and killed a lot of people before, and he isn't afraid to do it again. But most of all, I look at how handsome he is. Gray-Blue eyes that are hard, but somewhere deep inside have a soft glow in them. He's tall and stocky and I imagine them wrapping me into his arms and never letting me go, and I long for it.
We go through the rest of the reaping, but the only thing I think about is Cato. I don't know why I got such a liking for him, but it just happened.
I do notice, though, a girl about the same age as me, and we can be friends. Her name is Rue, and she has dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. And she seems really shy. We could be good friends.
After the reaping we all go to our rooms in silence. I dream about Cato. We're in the Games, and he's running after me. He finally catches me and pins me to the ground. He pulls out a knife and points it at my throat and then he-
And then I wake up.