The Hunger Games! {ClovexCato}

Chapter 1, Part 2

Clove pov:

When i walk through the doors i see my dad sitting at his chair, his eyes glued to whatever is on the tv. I try and shut the door as quitely as i can but he shoots up at me. "What the hell are you doing back here so early ya prick?!" he yells out from a distance. "i- coach let me out early.." i have to lie or he's gonna just yell even more

"Your a fucking liar!" he stomps over to me and gives me a whack across the face. "tell me the fucking truth!" he grabs me by the neck and pins me to the wall, cutting off all my breathing passages. "d-dad i can-t bre-" my head starts to hurt and stars start to cloud my vision "Richard!" the last thing i hear is the voice of my mother calling out to my father

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A burning sensation hits me like a brick as soon as i open my eyes. A dip can be felt in the bed next to me and a ferocious pain seizes me from turing my head. "Mom?" the words come out hard and raspy "i know you probably don't feel good but to keep you away from him you need to go to school.." i shake my head as much as i can before i can feel a tear hit my pillow

"they're all gonna see mom.." i point to my neck "i know sweetheart but you need to stay away from him until we can leave.." she caresses my hair and lifts me up into her arms. "Please for me?" i groan before standing up and walking to my closet. "mom i have to tell you something.." i look back at her from my closet "i've been chosen to volunteer for the games"

A dramatic gasp escapes her mouth "No! You can't! I cannot lose you!" she cries out. I pull my shirt over my head and button my red skirt up. "I'll make it back mom, don't worry. I'm tough. I'll fight for you" i say clutching my knife in which i slip into my boot. "clove please.... please say no..." tears run down her face and it hurts my heart to see her crying over me. "don't worry mom, i'll be back." i walk into my bathroom, ignoring the broken cries of my mother.

Yes i love her but there is no option of me going into the game or not. I have to. It's the tradition of this district, we tributes must carry it on. I pull my hair into two french braids, my mom's favorite and tie them at the ends. I sigh to myself, another day at shitty school. I have 1 single class with Em and the rest of the day is terrible. I get pushed around for being 'short' but i never have the guts to do anything to anyone because of my dad finding out.

Walking down the stairs i tiptoe by my dad so i don't have to be yelled at for anything. I quickly swing the door open and rush down the street because knowing my fat ass father he won't run down the street to catch me. "Clo!" i hear Em from behind me again. "Clo there's a party tonight!" she says excitedly "that relates to me how?" i roll my eyes, she's gonna ask me to. She always asks me to go with her somewhere "come with me please?" she begs me

"hell no." i never go to parties. They just aren't what i do, i'd much rather sit at the beach watching the sunset or something. Parties are for rich stuck up people. I'm rich but i'm not a party girl "come on clo please! Only like 2 people in the entire senior year aren't going!" she pouts at me. This is extremely annoying, i stop in my tracks "allow me to make it 3" i say with a sarcastic smirk "Please clo! It'll make me so happy!" she pushes her hands together and pleads

"Ugh fine! Just shut up!" her voice gives me a raging headache, not that i didn't have one already. "Yayy! I'll pick you up!" i shake my head "i can drive myself." she smiles as we approach the school.

As soon as i walk in she runs off to be with one of her other friends. She does this every single day without doubt. "Bye clo see ya 3rd period!"
from a distance i can see Cato in his large group of people, he has 2 girls attached to his arms and he seems to have no cares in the world. I wish i could have that type of life. Everyone liked me, i had friends, a loving family. Oh to live that dream.

Every night is the same dream, and every morning the same nightmare.