It is the day of the reaping and I was so scared that I was going to be picked for the Hunger games. My mum wants me to get picked so then I can show of my knife throwing skills. To my mum I am very good but I think that I am better than good. There is this boy called Cato I really like him as a friend I don't love him I just like him as a friend I mean look at him he has been getting a lot of girls run to his house and then they would ask him if he would go out with them, one time I over heard a convisation and I heard him say that there is this other girl that he likes I couldn't work out her name but it sounded like clove I don't think that it is me.
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The hunger games: Cato and Cloves point of view.
FanfictionIf you love district 2 then this is for you.
