CLATO.. [ongoing.]

CLATO

REAPING.

Cato's pov ~

"This day. Yes, the reaping. I just hope that my name won't be picked. I don't want to die. I don't care if I have been trained for this all my life. But still, I don't want my name to be reaped." I said to myself.

There's a slight possibility I would be reaped and there's also a huge possiblity that I may not. I don't want to compete for the Hunger Games. I may not win. I don't want to leave my family there all alone. And, Clove... I don't want to leave her. If I get to compete for the Hunger Games. Chances are, I may NEVER GET TO SEE HER AGAIN.

Clove's pov ~

"Mom, what if I get reaped?.." I asked my mom.

"Dear, don't think about that. I don't want that to happen. Just pray that you won't get reaped. But if you did get reaped, do your best. You're trained for this. You are good at throwing knives. You can defeat all of them. Just be yourself okay? Pray."

As I listen to my mom. My heart beats faster. It really makes me nervous. I don't want this to happen.

But it's required. It's been like this for 74 years.

I've been thinking and thinking...

and suddenly Cato came to my mind...

What about Cato? I like him since FOREVER. And I just hope he will know that before I die. (If I ever get reaped.)

Well, here we go. Time to go to the place where we are getting reaped!

There were a lot of us getting nervous. Aside from those 18 year olds. Yes, they are been highly trained and ready to go. But what about us? We're trained but we're not mature enough to leave our family like this. We are just not ready. Well except for those who want to DIE. I'm pretty sure someone will volunteer. From the boys. Yes, they're strong enought to conquer and defeat those other tributes.

As usual, our escort will be there standing in the top middle of the building with a mic front of her and a big "bowl" where our names are getting reaped.

Ladies goes first.

I'm so nervous, it's like all my blood went up and my body wants to explode.

When our escort got a paper. "Hmm, what a lovely name!" She said.

"Clove, come here infront!"

WHAT?! ME?! FOR ALL THE NAMES THERE IN THAT BOWL. THEY CHOSE ME?!!

AM I HEARING THIS RIGHT?! OH MY. THIS CAN'T BE!

When our escort said my name..

Cato... immediately run up to the front and said.

"I VOLUNTEER. I WILL ALSO REPRESENT DISTRICT 2 for this year's Hunger Games."

Wait what? WHY THE HELL WILL HE VOLUNTEER? THAT IS SO OUTRAGEOUS. MEN, HE TOLD ME HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE IN THE GAMES. INSTEAD HE WANTS TO JUST LIVE!!!

This is so fishy.

As he said that line, the crowd goes wild.

The crowd was shocked! They sense... Two young lovers up for the games

Wait? Lovers? He doesn't even like me. No one knows I like him. This is sooooo weird.

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Update will be on Cato's pov