Stay Alive ▲ 75th Hunger Games [s.u.]

01

-Aly's POV-

I wake up at 7 A.M. and rush to get a pair of shorts and a tank top on. I grab a pair of sneakers and put them on. I hear rustling coming from a tree near my house. I instantly know it's Cato because he always walks to training with me.

I walk over to the tree and look up, "What the hell are you doing, Cato?"

"Oh, ya know just hanging out in a tree." Cato says sarcastically.

"Well get down. We gotta go to training." I tell him.

He sighs, "Fine." He climbs down and puts an arm around me.

"Off to training." I say in a sing song tone. I trail behind him and jumps onto his back.

"Onward Cato potato." I say.

Cato grins and runs to the training center. When we get there, Cato squats down a bit and lets me climb off his back.

"Training time." I say in a excited tone. I run to where the knives are and grabs a knife with a curved blade. I throw it and the knife lands in the dummies heart.

I hear Cato say, "Nice aim, Aly."

I smirk, "Let's see what you can do."

Cato grins, "Ok." He grabs a knife with a straight blade and throws it at the dummy. My smirk slowly fade from my face into a frown as the knife hits the dummies heart.

"How'd you get so good at throwing knives?" I question him.

He smiles, "I learned from watching you."

I raise an eyebrow, "Hmm, stalking me now?"

"Maybe." He drags out the 'e' in maybe.

I laugh, "Maybe I should call you Stalker now?"

"Call me whatever, but I prefer Sexy Cato." He says.

I shake my head, "Nah, Stalker is better."

Cato rolls his eyes, "Ok, weirdo."

*2 Hours Later*

I groan, "Alright that enough training for today. Let's go to my house."

Cato nods and we skip, literally, off to my house. We arrive at my house and I reach to open the door, but Cato opens it like a gentleman.

I curtsy and say in a horrible Capitol accent, "Why thank you."

Cato bows, "Anytime, milady."

My mom says, "Quit playing around you two and eat some lunch."

I sit down at the table and eats the sandwich my mom made.

She asks, "Well, how is it?,"

Cato and I say in unison, "Great."

We finish our sandwiches and go up to my room.{A/N not like that you dirty minded people.} I flop face down onto my bed and Cato sits down next to me. I glance at Cato who seems to be in deep thought.

I turn over and asks, "Hey Cato, whatcha thinking about?"

He mumbles something inaudible. I ask him to repeat it louder.

He takes a deep breathe and says, "The Reaping is tomorrow."

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-Gabby