Could it have been

Dont mess with me

I was always different. Most people in two know me as Clove- the short girl who plays with knives. But they better not mess with me because after today's reaping the next time they see me I will be a victor. That's right I'm volunteering. I announced it in front of my class at the Training Center. Everyone just stood there with their mouths wide open. Except Cato. Cato started cracking up,"you......career!? Hahaha! What are you twelv- ahh" I pounced on him my knees pinning down his hands I reached into my boot, which my mom had sewn a little pocket into to store my knife, and pulled out a black knife with a shiny charcoal blade. I swung it around to scare him a little then I decided to have a little fun. I pressed the dull side onto his neck, it wouldn't hurt him but it's pretty darn scary if you weren't familiar with knives. Some of the girls in my knife throwing class we're laughing because they knew what i was doing and big old Cato just looked so stupid flailing around on the ground like a fish out of water. Then I finally let go and said, "don't mess with me again or I'll slit your thought with the sharp side". A gong rang and I knew I had to get ready for the reaping. After seeing my little stunt with Cato some gave me a high five and others ran away from me scared. I just laughed. I wondered why didn't Cato fling me off of him, surely he was strong enough to. Oh yeah. Last year when my masonry class was having lunch we played an game of truth or dare. That little whimp chose truth and had to tell us his crush. He said," Clove Tilly Harden". He said my middle name. Oh how I dreaded the name Tilly. That was another time I threatened him with my knife. He didn't fling me off of him because he didn't want to hurt the girl he loved.