The dark haired threat

clato fan fic- start of it all

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~Cato's p.o.v~

ring ring I hear over and over as my eyes start to flutter open.I roll over to look at my alarm clock, 7:10 am it reads as a small smile begins to form upon my face.Today is my first day at district two's very own training centre.

barley half an hour later I find myself showered,dressed and packed, all that's left to do now is eat breakfast and say my goodbyes for the day. getting ready didn't take long that must be a good sign right?

I run downstairs to find my parents and two brothers already sat at the table. Rick is fourteen so he has been in the training programme for a year now and is thinking about volunteering soon but my younger brother Isaac is only 6 so he still has a while  to wait before he will be in my position.I decide to take the seat between my mother and and Rick and settle my bag neatly down onto the floor."how are you feeling Cato?" my father asks me "I'm fine thanks dad, actually I'm grand. I can't wait to try out all the cool wepaons" I tell him with what seems like an endless grin on my face."that's good to hear son. I remember Rick was a little nervous on his first day but that quickly vanished once everybody saw what he could do with a spear" dad replied. "great thanks dad" I thought to myself "way to make build up my self esteem". mum offered me a a small glass of Orange juice and bowl of green coloured sloppy porridge to consume before beginning my trek to the training centre.

I scoop my black backpack up off the floor and carelessly swing it over my left shoulder.I turn my attention to the back of our front door.The white frame and bright sunlight shining through it like a motivational ray of hope.I start moving in a hurry, blinded by the beacon of the door, my body literally itching to get started.The training centre years will be the best of my life.

Training centre, here I come!