The Hunger Games! {ClovexCato}

Chapter 1, Part 1

Clove pov:

I wake up. I dread it every morning. if i had it my way i would never have to wake up again.Wake up to my shit of a life

My drunk abusive father swings my door open. "Wake up shit head" he spits at me. I guess i've grown numb to his words. "Put on your clothes and get the hell to training. I can't look at your disgusting face anymore." ouch that one hurt

When i stand up and stretch, i feel not only the stretch of my belly button piercing which i did myself, but also the pressure on my back from the beating i somehow received yesterday. I look to my mirror where my training outfit lay. It's a black and dark red combo that consists of shorts and a tight defining shirt.

I must admit that i hate it a lot but it's the only appropriate thing for training that i have right now. I pull my hair into a ponytail that falls all the way to just below my shoulders. With one more look in the mirror i see a disappointment. A disappointment with one friend and nobody else to care for me.

'I hate my life' are the only words that run through my head as i walk out of the house. It's a bit of a chilly morning and with no jacket i shiver even more. It's only a 10 minute walk to the gym but it's still treacherous. "Hey Clo!" I hear someone call from behind. It's my friend Em. She's my only friend actually, she's running up from behind me

"Hey Em" i say back blatantly. "Guess what!" she exclaims "what" i say, still looking to the front of me. I hate looking to anyone who is talking to me. It makes me to nervous "Today trainer Amy is announcing the 2 people that will be volunteering during reaping!" she sounds so excited about it. Why would she be excited, shes volunteering to kill a bunch of people.

"you seem excited" i shove my hands in my pockets, there is nothing to be excited about. Killing multiple people makes me a murderer and i don't need that title. "i'm not it's just these people are gonna be honoring our district!"

She opens the doors of the gym and everyone is already here. I place my bag down and instantly start walking at a fast pace to the knife throwing session. It's usually empty so i don't really have anything worry about.
I was wrong in so many ways.

In my spot. The golden boy. Cato Hadley. Was practicing to throw knives. My knives. He failed miserably each time. "God damnit!" he screeches. "maybe this section just isn't for you" i yawn out. His head turns back to me with a smirk "yeah i'd like to see you do better~" he taunts and i walk into the sliding doors.

I snatch my knives from his hand causing him to bleed slightly "fuck!" i giggle a sarcastic "oops" and then i chuck the knives at the targets. Each one landing in the "heart" of the dummy. "yeah whatever, your that Kentwell girl rig-" he's interrupted by our trainer yelling for us to all gather in the middle.

He's standing with a clipboard even though there are only two names are on it. "Alright as you all know the hunger games are coming soon. Two of you have been chosen to volunteer at reaping. No ifs, buts or ands, your doing this to carry out our district tradition. Let's get started" he looks to his clipboard and sighs "Ms. Clove Sevina Kentwell is our female tribute." for a moment my breathing stops. I'm going into the game.

I'm gonna be killing people!!!!! With shakey hands i walk to stand next to him. I've been pretty short all my life so he kinda towers over me. "And our male tribute is.. Mr.Cato James Hadley!" he sounds way more thrilled about Cato going into the games than me, i understand why. Nobody knows me, i'm a loner. Besides my only friend who's bound to leave me one day

"You guys may shake hands" I don't do physical touch so i just walk back to my station. I can feel their eyes on mine so i pick up to a low jog into my station. I know my father will be thrilled about me going in and all, he's never liked me anyways. I guess it hurts sometimes but not as much as when i was 6 years old hiding in my closet from my dad in whom is carrying a belt.

God just thinking about him makes my blood boil and i throw my knives directly at the dummies making 2 of the 3 fall backwards. "Clove give someone else a try at this, go to archery for a little bit." My trainer says "Nobody else is good at this. I've seen that stuck up prick Cato try it, he sucks ass" i hear a dramatic breath in and i turn around to see him standing right in front of my face.

"Gosh that one hurt clover~" he pushes past me to the starting line before missing every single throw he chucks at the dummies. "Go Clove." he scolds. I might as well just go home, im not good with anything else other than knife throwing and survival skills. So i grab my bag and walk out the two doors. It's even colder than it was earlier and i shiver under the breeze.

"this is a nightmare."