73 Hunger Games: I'm not just cato's sister

Areo Tay and Trav Trevorous

This is the year that everyone worries. There is no tribute for district 2 that is going to volunteer today. Careers have specific years that they volunteer to like Cato and Clove is next year and the girl who was going to volunteer died and the boy died trying to save her. Tragic? not. I am a very fierce 13 year old girl and they don't want me to volunteer until in 17! I've already perfected everything from throwing knifes to hunting and they think I'm gonna just sit back on sit back on this opportunity! Ha! They wish.

I go down stairs and find Cato, my older brother, and his best friend Clove laughing. He says Clove and I are just alike; personality wise. You see, we are both deadly and good with knifes but, we look nothing alike. Clove has black hair pale skin and freckles. I have blonde hair, tan skin, and bright, bright blue eyes. But, Clove is my role model. I want to be as deadly as her. I walk down the hall and find my friend Trav down the hall. He's the only one who knows about my plan.

"Are you sure about this?" Trav asks.

"Very sure. It's earthier now or in 4 whole years." I say with confidence.

"Well then, ill volunteer as the boy tribute!'

"No, then only one of us would get out alive! I couldn't live without you!"

"But, if you die, I couldn't live with out you,"

"Don't think like that. Hey! I'll also be the youngest winner ever!"

"Yeah whatever. We better go get dressed."

I walk to my sliver and black decorated room. My mom left a note it says, "Sorry I'm not there. Dad's working in district 11 and I'll be back for the reaping." Of course. My dads a peace keeper and my mom's never home. I pick out a sparkly purple dress and black flats. I need to look good if I'm going to volunteer. My hair is naturally curly so I leave it down. I'm all ready!

I go to the kitchen to walk to the reaping with Cato, Clove and Trav. We walk to the reaping because we walk together everywhere. The room is filled with silence and scared kids, but they really shouldn't be. I walk in to a beautiful ceremony room with a magnificent stage. The whole place is decorated gold, except this year we have sliver accents which I like. I go into the girls sign in line with clove. The lady takes my hand and pricks my finger. Next, she takes my bloody finger and puts my finger print in a big book. After, I line up with all the other 13 year old girls.

The stupid pink haired Grie comes up and shows us the stupid video that they how EVERY year. Kill me. The whole time I'm looking at Trav, he looks really nervous. I have to win for Trav he would FREAK if I didnt and to prove to my parents that I'm not a little girl, I can do things myself.

"And now, for the reaping, GIRLS FIRST" Grie says cheerfully.

Yes! What I've been waiting for!

"And it is....CLOVE BURGOND"

A rush of relief blows though the crowd. I look at clove, she could win. She could defiantly win. Clove looks at me and shakes her head, she knows what I'm about to do. She can't stop me.

"I VLOUNTEER!"

I prance up onto the stage and the crowd gives a gasp. A 13 year old girl volunteering?! Yep. I can see the shock on Cato eyes. I don't even look for my mom cause I don't care. Clove is crying. My trainer, the one who trains me to kill gives me a disappointed look.

"What is you name?" Grie asks.

"Arro Tay" I say

"Brave one I see, young too I must ask, how old are you?"

"I'm 13" I say proudly.

"Oh! We move on to the boys... Graham Jeh!"

"I volunteer!" Trav said.

"What's you name?" Grie asked.

"Jackson Trav Trevous"

"Oh, two young tributes from district two! Shake hands"

Trav and I shake hands. They ask if I want to say my good byes and I say no. my mom will see me and I will break. So, I just load onto the train and go straight to my room. I fall asleep mad.