Chapter 11: Cato

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It's the first day of training. And it is crowded. There are people swinging swords and chopping the heads of dummies off.
"Wow." Clove says. I look at her. She walks down, hardly making any noise.
"Where are you going?" I ask. She ignores me and walks straight to where people were throwing knives. What is she doing? I think. I look at the swords again, then walk over to them. I run my fingers on the blades.
"Do you want to try?" someone asks, holding a sword out to me. I nod, then grab it. My jaw drops in astonishment on how light the sword is. The guy laughs, and shows me how to handle the sword. I smile and start chopping heads off of dummies. Then I'm told to go to physical combat. I walk over and fight against some people.
"Alright, that's enough training for today." I'm told after 8 hours of training. "You will train everyday for 8 hours." I nod.
"Cato." I hear a voice say.
I turn around, and see Clove standing right behind me. "What?" I ask.
"I'm tired." she whispers.
"Me too."
"Umm, excuse me? Where are we sleeping?" Clove asks the guy who took us to training.
"Outside, in a tent. Both of you." he says.
"In the same tent?" I ask, confused.
The guy shakes his head. Both me and Clove sigh with relief. "In the Hunger Games, you don't sleep in completely different areas, you sleep relatively close to each other to protect each other when someone comes to attack you." he explains.
Outside, we look around. Clove frowns. "There are no tents." She says. The guy laughs and explains that it is further in the woods. She looks at me.
"Do we have to find them?" I ask. The guy nods. Clove looks at me.
"Cato?" Clove asks.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"I hate President Snow." she whispers.
"Me, too." I say back.
When I'm in my tent, I think back to when I found out I was going into the Hunger Games. I had held a picture of Clove, crying. I didn't want to leave her. If I went into the Games and didn't survive, Clove would be by herself, and any guy could come and take her. Now that I know she is going into the Games, I want to protect her.

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