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The next morning I wake up with my stomach full of butterflies. I'm actually kind of nervous. But...for what? I'm not going to do anything special today, except going into an arena and kill 23 other kids. Huh, that's just normal now, isn't it?
Yeah right.
I see an outfit laid out for me on my bed when I get back from my shower and breakfast. It's one of those typical training/camping outfits. The pants are green, like camouflage-green, and there's a red t-shirt and a red jacket to put over the t-shirt. I quickly dress and tie my boots carefully. I leave my hair hanging since Lucas probably is going to fix it somehow.
I walk out to the dining room to see Cato there, dressed in exactly the same outfit as I am. Uhh...Did i miss something here?
Apparently.
"You know what you'll do. Just go for it and we'll see one of you soon, ey?" Enobaria says and we nod, but both Cato and I frown at the mention of 'one of you'. But that's necessary. One of us has to die if the other is coming back.
Nicki leads us out and soon there's peacekeepers joining us and we're taken to a plane. There we're seated in some weird plastic chair. There's two rows, facing each other and Cato and I are seated long across each other. I guess they to that with the district couple. Luckily I'm seated next to Katniss and I smirk at her when she arrives. She gives me an uncomfortable look and I smirk wider.
That's right, just make her uncomfortable, Clove. Just go for it.
The whole trip to the arena all the other tributes are sitting there totally horrified, but then there's me, humming to that damn song that wont go off my mind. When I hit the chorus, Cato starts chuckling and I smile and keep humming.
Finally the plane slows down and I can feel us landing. Peacekeepers comes and escorts us to a corridor and tribute after tribute is taken away by their stylist.
Lucas takes me to a room with a disgusting colour on the walls. I just try not to look at them or I might puke. You never know.
Lucas put my hair up in a pony tail but he puts three tassels so my hair will not be dashing about
"Okay Clove, I know you can do this. I will be rooting for you." Lucas says and...is that tears i se? Oh god, what a looser. Why is he crying? I'm coming back? Ugh.
But suddenly the sentence doesn't mean the same thing. I've been thinking all the time that it's me who's coming back, but now when i'm so close, i'm not that sure anymore.
"Don't cry. Please, I'm coming back." I say and though it's meant to sound harsh, i sounds more like a kind Clove. Who invited her? Not me.
"30 seconds" a mechanically voice says. I give Lucas one last smile and turn around and walk into a glass tube. I stand there and wait until finally, the glass tube closes and starts moving upwards. Butterflies starts to fly around in my stomach. I've always been well prepared for everything in my life and I shouldn't get nervous for this, I mean, I've trained for this my whole life. But I guess you can never be enough prepared for the Games.
The platform I'm standing on goes further up and I can feel fresh air in my lungs. My whole body is now up.
I'm in the arena. Time to go.
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I'm gonna try finish this as soon as possible because i've started with another story (though I haven't posted anything) and I want to focous only on that one.
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Hunger games. Clove's POV.
FanfictionThe story about the murderous brutal girl from district 2, who deep, deep inside had a heart and a life.
