When I realized he was in the same room as me I didn't say a word. I just kept on painting and drawing.
"Hey I'm Cato,"
"I'm Clove"
The conversation kept going til the end of the day. I now have a friend, not just any friend but Cato.
As I was heading out the doors to my bus when I saw two peacekeepers tell him something. They escorted him to an nearby empty classroom.
Cato pov
As I was watching Clove go to her bus two peacekeepers came up to me.
"We need to talk to you."
I was escorted to an empty room but at the same time worrying about Clove. Did she get pulled into a nearby classroom too?
"You are going train for the games,"
"Huh?"I said confused. Then it hit me. The Hunger Games.
"You are going to the 74th Hunger Games." they answered.
"No this has to be a mistake."
Clove pov
I keep wondering and worrying why he got pulled into the classroom earlier today. I was interupted in my thoughts when the door bell rang. Uh oh. It's one of the peacekeepers. I stood behind the wall and listened to the conversation.
"We have to talk about Clove."
"Why?"
"Because she has to train for the 74th Hunger Games"
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Clove: From the Beginning [The Hunger Games Fanfiction Clato]
FanfictionCOMPLETED Clove's story from the the beginning. Gets reaped. Cato volunteers. What else? Will she make it out alive? Two from the same district may win. May the odds ever be in your favour.