I woke up, I woke up really stiff, stiffer than a boulder. I moved, I moved to try and get out of bed. As I try I hear my knuckles and bones crack. I head downstairs and find that it's only 8:30.
I grab a bunch of knives, 10 to be exact. I race to the backyard in my pajamas, ( a/n I know it's weird but it's how the story goes) I throw the first 6 at one tree, I once painted a target on this tree when I was little, after I started the academy.
I let loose and start to throw the rest of my knives around me at the trees, I repeat this around 12 times, and then my mother comes out to tell me it's 9, and time to start getting ready for the reaping.
I race inside and head to the bathroom upstairs and bathe, after I get out I brush and dry my hair. I went to my room to see the outfit my mother laid out, she laid out a blue plaid blouse, a white plain skirt, and white flats. I got dressed and grab my golden locket, in my family history it's a lucky locket, but I don't believe that.
I head downstairs to smell bread, fresh baked bread, I race downstairs and almost fall. I finally get there and take three slices of bread, because I have a 12-year-old sister, Hazel. I hear her coming down, she's wearing the same thing I wore to my first reaping, a sea foam dress that doesn't go past your knees and a pair of black flats, a bracelet that I made her last year for her birthday,
Hazel and I hear the sirens to head to the square, we hug our parents and go. When we get there I see the sign in, I forgot to tell her about... She freaked and I made her go after I calmed her. I try to keep my eye on her and she heads to the 12 year old section. I head to the 15 year olds and look for my "friend" Brock, I'm not really good with friends but yet he stick around, I really don't know why.
Our escort Millie, played a video, I look for Brock and he and I lock gazes, he told me after I gave him a worried look, well lipped to me; "it will be alright, Hazel is in there once, not 26 times" I nod in agreement and the video ends.
Millie said "alright now to pull the Ladies names" I clench my fists and she calls a name, one that I know, one that I have heard so much throughout my life,
My name 'Clove Sevina'
I walk up on stage and Hazel tried to hold on to me, Brock walked up and lifted her up.
Millie calls the boys name
'Brock Mare'
I look to him and then I hear "I VOLUNTEER" I look to where this voice came from and I see it was a boy from the academy, Hazel is not a career, but I am. Brock isn't either. The boy practically runs up on stage, Millie asks, "what's your name?" He practically shouts
'Cato Hadley'
I remember, something that happened two years ago, between my old friend Eryick and him.Authors note
Hey guys well here it is!!! I'm so excited that it finally came out, I am sorry it didn't come out sonner... But here it is, yesterday was a football day and I lost track of time... A lot of time! I can try and promise a chapter a week, but I can't promise what day.
Ok I have a question, would you like to see two povs in one chapter, or the different povs in different povs, comment and tell me what you'd like!
Thanks
Xoxo Claire Xoxo

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The Golden Locket
FanfictionWhat if Clove and Cato won? What if Clove was holding her knife wrong and it punched into Threshes heart? The games will be in book 2, this is book one, before and like their lives *EVERY CHARACTER BUT MY OWN BELONG TO SUZZANNE COLLINS* ~~~~~~~~~~~...