Chapter 1
I walk to school with my friends every morning. then after school we have career school and extra on Saturdays also if we want we can go on Sundays. Our school is one of the newest building in our district. It looks very old but its new. It has 5 floors and my floor is floor 2 as im in year 8. But in career school i am one of the only girls in my year as only selective students are chosen to have training. I dont know why but i am one of the 50 girls in the school that have been chosen The 6th form 7th form classes also train till the day they turn 19. I always get as much in as I can and when I'm 18 I can volunteer for the games and win. And bring pride to my district. "Clove go get some extra practice in" shouts my mother. " ok mum" i pick up my coat and bag with my knives in and I walk to the training centre it's about a 10 minute walk from my house but I run there to warn up. My mother instists I train to get the most out of the games if I do get reaped. My mum is sure I'm going to win. If I am ever in the arena. I have been training since as young as 5 because my mum and dad paid for it. It's expensive but we can afford it. I finally arrive at the training ground and I my trainer. The old building has been around since the games where about 10 or 15. The building has had many victors in it. It's beautiful. Made out of concrete and has a skylight. Lots or body boards and dummy's also snare building stations and many more different stations. "Clove. Hello. Are are ready for training?" Says the trainer " yes" I walk in and I see a boy. He has blonde hair and is large very large. I glances at me for a second and through a his sword behind his back and stabs a manicen in the stomach. I continue to walk to my board. It's mine I bough it and carved my name in to it. A group of boys walk in " cato! Cato! Hey it's that girl you like!" I turn around. I never knew his name but he tends to look at me a lot he is 16 and I'm only 13 but he's probably talking about the girl over doing archery. She's the one everyone likes. Not me. Clove. The girl with the knives. I am very talented with knives. I can throw my knives from 30 metres away. that is by the swords station. I walk over there and cato is staring at me. I line up my aim and through my knive it goes straight to centre of the board. I get a slight clapping from behind me I look round and its my trainer " your getting better" he says " I have always hit it there dead centre" I say " turn and hit it in the heart" I throw it effortlessly and it goes straight in to the heart. " well done try further back" I walk back and I bump in to cato I turn a round " sorry I was just.." I say pointing to the board " it's fine don't worry about it" I pull my hair and twirl it around my finger as he walks away.I snap myself out of his trance. I hit the boards leg "clove!" I turn around "your put off. Consetrate" I hit it again In the right place. And again and again and again. I eventually walk over to my board and collect the last knife and carve letters in to the side. It's my board I can carve what ever I want with it. I day dream and when I awake I find Catos name carved into the side of my board. I run my fingers over it. It's so short yet it feels like I'm forever running my fingers over the four letter name. I glance up to see he his standing with his friends I diside to get my knives and go. I walk out with our saying anything.
I walk home and my parents ask the usual. 'How was it? Did you hit it right? Have you tried anything else?" As usual 'good yes and no' I walk to my room and put my knives in my knife draw and I hang my coat up on its hanger. I look to my bed to find a new sword. My mother obviously wants me to practise. I still don't understand how they can afford it. I run my finger tips aross the point of the blade and I have have flash back. I remember running my fingers over cato's name. It felt the same. Expect the sword was shaper and longer but I felt like his name would go on forever.
