𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞- 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨

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The training centre is very busy when I enter the building, mainly because the reaping for the 74th Hunger Games coming up in a few months. I am going to enter the quarter quell, not these games.

However, I have heard rumors that Hadley is going to try get in this year. He's only just turned 17, he has at least another year, but no. His huge ego is telling him to be cocky and to attempt to enter the games. He's delususional.

Today, I have decided to go for a running session instead of the usual cardio. I loathe running, but anything is better than training with the blonde brute. I also think that it would be incredibly embarassing to die because I couldn't outrun another tribute. If I die, I at least want to do it with the honor of a district 2 tribute, not by running out of breath.

I head to the locker room and grab my running trainers and tape. As I turn to leave, I see her. Her stupid blonde hair. Bella.

Bella is beautiful. She has the perfect proportions, long willowy limbs and angelic eyes. She's dating Cato. She's also an absolute bitch. Although, I don't suppose I can say anything.

"Hey freckles, how's training with my boyfriend?" She snaps, obviously failing to intimidate me.

"Great , how's your plastic surgery going? I'm suprised you can still talk with that much filler" I spit at her.

Bella scoffs and fixes her hair in the mirror. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of her. I didn't have time to get ready at all this morning because I wanted to get out as soon as possible, so my hair is a mess and I look like I just rolled out of bed. Even if I did wake up and do my hair, it wouldn't look any different. It is long, wavy and thick, so it is impossible to put up without killing my arms. As for makeup, well I can't really afford that at the moment. As soon as I become Victor, I will by as much shit as I can get my hands on, just to prove I am really a girl. Some people do seem to forget that.

I walk through the doors leading out to the track and spot a group of girls training in the distance. They spot me and jog towards me, giggiling about some funny joke.

"Clove, come run with us, it's boring on your own." The tallest one, Luce calls to me. I know her from the elimination rounds leading up to the reaping, where I fought her in the final round for our age group when we were 14. She beat me them, but, as soon as I grew a little bit she stood no chance. She is nice enough though.

"Sure, anything is better than running with fake bitch over there" I say and point to the doors where Bella has just strutted out of,  half her arse hanging out her shorts.

Luce laughs and shakes her head at Bella pulling her top down to show her bra to some boys who just walked out. "I am suprised Cato still dates her, he must know how much she cheats on him"

"She's basically a walking STI." I snap and we all go silent for a moment before cackling up.

We start jogging round the course while teasing each other and Bella, before one of the girls suggests we do some sprints. Finally, something I am good at. While the other girls were laughing and gliding round the track, I was having to take short breaths. I really do need to focus on cardio.

The only people who are at the sprint sector of the track are some 13 year old boys who are just messing around. I wouldn't be suprised if one of them turn into the next Cato, as even though most of them are still puny and weak, some are just taller than me. It is so annoying being a girl sometimes. I go to my favourite lane, number 3, and start doing some stretches while chatting to the others.

"Clove, race me first, I want to see if I can beat you at speed yet." Luce says lining up next to me; I was always faster than her and that won't change today. The other girls jog to the side and I step up to the blocks before getting into position. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boys who were messing around have stopped and are now staring at us, whispering in each others ears. All the more reason to put on a good show then.

The hall goes silent as the starting buzzer beeps and we take our marks. The whistle goes. I throw myself of the floor and look straight forward, ignoring anything around me. All I can do is keep pushing towards the finish and I ignore the sensation of pain creeping up my legs and the burning fire filling up my lungs. I only think about the white line and me, and as I reach the last few meters, I fly towards the finish line before dropping to the floor. I already know I have won. I always do.

I sit up and pull myself to my feet, my calves still screaming and my lungs not filled with enough air. I see the boys, their mouths hanging open, staring shocked at me and I wink, smirking, before turning around and yanking Luce up from the floor.

She chuckles and pants out" You're still better than me then? Bitch."

"Don't worry Luce you'll be better than me when I'm six feet under"

"You'll still find a way to beat me even then," She replies," you're way to stubborn."

"Stubborn? I prefer the phrase 'I like to beat everyone'"

Luce flings her arm around my shoulder. "Come on, lets go to the showers, I swear to god I am literally so tired."

"We have literally done one race and your already tired?"

"Shush Clove, plus I want to show you this guy I have been talking too, he's actually so dreamy."
I laugh and follow her to the showers. I love being a girl.

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Hi everyone, I finally poster again! I do hope you enjoy this and expect much more regular posting now (I still can't guaratee it). There will also be Cato back in the next chapter, and a little bit of drama going around, so make sure you keep updated. I might also start another story after this one is completed (I'm not abandoning this don't worry!) so please leave tips and suggestions. Thanks, you fave Clato lover, Amber xx