Were Clove and Cato always bloodthirsty killers? Maybe they weren't. Maybe they were just friends that volunteered to be together. But maybe, they were more than that. Maybe they loved eachother.
~Clove and Cato in the Hunger Games~
I watched as some man with blue sleek hair walked up on the stage. He silenced us all and stood in front of the mic.
"Hello Ladies and Gentleman of District 2. I have come here today to tell you that today is the commence of the 74th annual Hunger Games." His voice sounded flat. I ignored him and searched the boy side of the group of teenagers for Cato. I saw his blonde head and his eyes. He was staring at me. I smiled and pointed up to the man, who we called Blue Berry, and pretended to imitate him. He turned his head to the side and put his hand to his ear, as if saying speak louder. We both stopped looking at each other as BlueBerry walked up to the girls bowl. He twiddled around and picked one up, then dropped it, then picked up another one and slowly unfolded it.
I hoped it was Becky. I mean, she is my friend and all, but sometimes she just flirts with Cato to get on my nerves. Cato even dislikes her, and he likes everyone! The silence in the street was unbearable, so I faked a sneeze. Everyone looked at me then burst out laughing. I laughed when I saw BlueBerry blushing with either embarrassment or anger.
"GOD BLESS ME!" I wanted to yell, but then the peace keepers would probably take me out. Instead, I stood and waited for him to tell us the reaped girls name.
See, that was the thing about district 2. We loved to have fun and act immature. It seems like nothing could be going bad here, like we weren't currently choosing someone who might die in the next two or three weeks.
"And the girl tribute representing district two this year is..... Clove Kentwell!"
I froze. Everyone turned their head to me. I turned mine to Cato, who was staring at me with now icey eyes. No. No this can not be happening. I want to stay with Cato.
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"CLOVE KENTWELL." BlueBerry said again. I looked around again. This was real. I was going into the 74th Hunger Games. I slowly walked out of the crowd of girls and onto the stage next to BlueBerry. He looked me up and down like he wanted to spit on me.
Your a career now. I told myself, Man up. Instead, I smiled at him to hide my crumpling insides. What about my father!? I looked at Cato and almost broke down on stage. He looked at me in the eye, and then he smiled.At me. At ME, who was waiting to be brought into a fight of the death. I felt like a knife was stabbed into my heart and twisted. He wanted me to die in the Hunger Games.
It's not like I am scared or anything, I know I will probably make it out, but the thing is... what if I don't? What if I never get to see my father or mother ever again. Or worse... Cato.
Blue Berry walked over to the boys bowl and picked out a boys name. "And this years tri-"
"I volunteer as tribute!" A big, tan hand was raised. Cato. He walked up to the stage next to me and smiled like he was about to go to heaven.
"And your name is...?" BlueBerry asked.
"Cato Hadley, nice to meet you now lets get on with these games." He said in a bubble of words.
Catos POV
I could not stand having Clove go in alone. So I volunteered. I wanted to get off the stage and talk to Clove. I wanted to go to the train and tell her why I volunteered. Instead, I just tried to get it over with. Clove looked at me in excitement and fear. I wondered why....
"Well, district two, let us celebrate the tributes who will play in the 74th Hunger Games!" The crowd in front of us erupted into crys of joy and sadness. I felt Clove scooting closer to me, and I decided that as a career, we had to represent our district. I wavered my hand into hers and we both held up our hands in victory.Clove looked into my eyes and I smiled at her. I could see that she was dieing on the inside.
"Well then, off to the train!"BlueBerry said.
"What about saying goodbye to our family?" I heard Clove ask.
"No time for that,now go go go!" Clove looked at me in sadness as we were walked to the train. I reached for her hand again, but this time she kept her hand to herself. We entered the train in silence, and I slowly realized what I had just done.
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