Cato x reader

1- the reaping

Disclaimer 

I'm adding my own things into the story and changing something for the pot.

-YN

I woke up with a foot in my face. My sister must have climbed into my bed whilst I was asleep. I know she's scared after all its her second reaping and at her first one her best friend got chosen.

He didn't come back. I mean most people knew it would happen, he was 12 he had almost no chance against half the contestants them being double his size but still she watched and he'd made it pretty far for a 12 year old. But one night he was stabbed in his sleep by a girl from district 2.

Aster was devastated so were Heaths family. 

I gently climbed out of bed careful not to wake her. 

I was my face and lay the table with a small breakfast. We were saving the berries I gathered for the dinner after the reaping along with some beef my father had saved up for.

I layed the bread out along with a small amount of butter. My mother came in as I started roasting the bread near the fire.

-timeskip-

It was time to go to the main square. I held my hand out to Aster as she smoothed down the front of her pale yellow dress. I myself was wearing a cream blouse and beige skirt that reached just past my knees.

The walk to the square was quick and quite. I kissed Asters cheek as we were separated her heading to the 13 year olds and me standing with the rest of the 17 year olds.

District 11s escort Birdie Twist stood on the podium. The bright blue streaks in her orange hair very noticeable but not surprising. Every year she had two new colours on her head, last year it had been green and pink the year before purple and white. She was relatively young though only have being an escort for now 5 years she was 23. She'd started at 18 an age where everyone else was still being reaped.

When order was established they played the film. I stared at the screen hardly paying attention.

"And now the moment everyone is waiting for" Birdie called walking over to the cases filled with folded over scraps of paper. Scraps of paper with our names on them.

"Ladies first"  she shouted grabbing at a piece of paper and opening it with a flourish. "YN YLN" she called.

I froze, shocked into a stillness before being ever so slightly shoved by an elbow. I look to the girl next to me with dark hair. 

"Go" she whispers "before they come to drag you" 

I smile at her before taking a tentative step forward and then another until I'm striding confidently towards the podium a lot braver then I thought I could be.

Birdie smiles at me before calling out the male tribute. A boy named Basil Durand. When he comes to the stage I see he is almost taller then me but seems only to be around 14 to 15 years old with curly blond-brown hair.

We stand on the stage whilst the cameras get close ups of us allowing everyone to see the district 11 tributes of the 74th hunger games.