The dark haired threat

part 11-Behind those eyes

Author's  note:

feels weird calling myself an author,I'm just that weird girl who once got ready for school on an inset day! Now let me just remember what I was going to say...

Ah yes.Most of this story is probably going to be written from the point of view of Cato! well seeing as you have read this far you have probably figured that one out anyway this was pointless.I'm pretty sure 98% of you skipped this note but thank you if you read it.On with the story!

Cato's p.o.v

I kick the pebbles on the route home out of my way furiously.As if Clove has to teach me knife throwing.I'm a future Victor for Christ sake, I don't need help!

Clove thinks she is better than everyone! and I thought Bailey was the only vein stuck up kid around here.

I see a big stone a few metres away and being impulsive  I don't hesitate before running at full speed sending it flying into the tress beyond.Score! I mutter beneath my breath and do a minor victory dance on the slanted Rocky pathway home.

I wonder what the world would be like if there were no hunger games.If children just ran around and played games all the time.If adults trained for the career of their dreams and If society was controlled fairly.I would love to live in that world.I  can picture happy faces everywhere,No violence,No arguments or beating people til they do as you please.There would be animals,bright flowers and plenty to eat.Life would be great.I often dream I live in a world like this but I know this...This is the truth.

Life isn't fun or fair it's cruel.You have to stand up for what you believe in and If that means defying the capital then you'll end up dead.Sometimes it doesn't seem to bad.Death.I wonder what it would be like to die.To find out if there really is a heaven and a God.A life without the games.Imagine.

I'm not going to get all depressing and suicidal.Sometimes I just wish life was how we wanted it.I guess the people of  district 13 feet the same but look at where that got them.Don't get me wrong I'm willing to stand up for what's best but not like that.I won't make the same mistakes they did.

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I stroll into the dull dining room setting my backpack down beneath my wooden seat.I slump backwards in my chair relieving the strain from my spinal cord and letting out a deep breath as my mother ushers into the room.Her tired grey eyes catch my blue ones as she begins making her way towards me.She pulls out a chair and takes her place next to me at the table, "hello son,How was today?" she asks half out of her caring mother's instinct and half out of her own curiosity.ha.Once a part of the capital, always a part of the capital I recited inside my head not daring to speak the words aloud.

I sat forward in my seat looking my mother in her untrustworthy sorrow filled eyes before answering, "Yeah it was okay mum.Today we started with fighting and then moved onto knife throwing" I finished with a smile she returned almost knowingly.I fought away the urge to squint and ask her questions about her capitol involved past the second before she spoke up again."Oh well done,seems as if you've had quite the day sunshine.why don't you go get some rest and I'll call you down for dinner later?" she offered.I almost immediately nodded in agreement before dashing up the stairs.I know she is my mother but I just want  to know the truth about her.What happened in her past,How did she really meet my father and what truth lies behind those tired eyes?