Clove -
*I sat up, I had a nightmare. It was so livid, my mother in when she was in the Hunger Games, her black hair in a ponytail flowing behind her as she chased her prey. Whether it be a squirrel or another tribute. It was a family legacy to win the games. My aunt had won, my mum had won, my grandma, and her mother, and so forth, some lost some won. The nightmare, my mother chasing the district one tribute, her grey eyes focused and she won. Years later I was born but in the process she died. My father always blamed me and became an abusive alcoholic. I sat up and drank some water, 2:47 AM, I had to wake up at 5:30 for training so I got up and started getting ready because I already knew it was pointless to try to get some sleep that I wouldn't get. I put my shiny black hair into a bubble ponytail.*
Cato -
*my alarm sounded, 5:45, I had training at 6:00, I got dressed and went to the training center and as always there was a girl there, she had amazing skill with knives but I never asked her name. I was going to win the hunger games no matter what, for my family name, for my district, and for my friends. I was very skilled with a sword*
Clove -
*I saw a boy walk in, 6:00 sharp, just like every day. I didn't bother learning his name, no point in distracting myself from training with friends. I threw knives, I hit bullseye every time. I glanced over at the boy. Gosh he was amazing with a sword, but I shook off those thoughts and went back to training, I would be the victor this year no matter what. For my legacy, to get away from my father, and for my district*
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