The Hunger Games fanfiction!!

Clove

My name is Clove. I am from District 2. My district specializes in masonry. I know all about weapons. I am the best of the girls in my knife throwing class. But this is my last year with them. By this time next year, I will either be living in the Capital, drowning in riches, or I will be dead. All this because my name was drawn in the Reaping for the 74th annual Hunger Games. It should not have gone this way. Normally, anyone from District 1, 2, and 4 would train until their 18th birthday and then volunteer as tribute. But as fate would have it, my name was drawn this year. No one volunteered for me. Who could take my place if I am the best? Well. I am the best of the girls. The title of true best goes to the only person I care about. Cato. When my name was called in the reaping, I prayed that Cato would not volunteer since he is only 16 and there can only be one victor. My prayers went unanswered. Cato volunteered. And now one of us will die. If it were up to me, I would die first. I do not want to live in a world without Cato. He is everything to me. I am supposed to be a killing machine, with no feelings, a heart of stone. The truth is I am not. I am weak and I care. I hide my feelings from the world behind a mask, but Cato knows how I feel. He loves me too.  That only makes this worse. We are the best fighters that will be in that arena this year. Chances are it will come down to the two of us. But I can't kill Cato. I can't. I don't know if he could kill me. What will we do then? The Capitol has to have their Victor. I haven't told Cato, but I've made a choice. If it gets towards the end and we're both left, I will make it easy for someone else to kill me. And if they don't, I'll do it myself. I will not kill the boy I love. We will fight together, die together, or he will live. That's just the way it is.
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Leaving our district to head to the Capitol for training we don't need wasn't hard. Neither of us truly cares about anyone there. We waved and put on the necessary show. Now we are standing in our chariot, waiting for the tribute parade to start. Our stylists dressed us to represent our district, just like every other one of the 12 districts here. None of them intimidate me. I know I can destroy them easily. Only one thing bothers me and it has nothing to do with dying. Cato keeps glancing at the girl from District 1. Glimmer. What an idiotic name. I hope her brain goes with her stupid name. I'm surprised she's even here. She looks like one of those girls that would get volunteered for. She's tall, thin but curvy, with long wavy blonde hair and big doe eyes. Yuck. I am her polar opposite, tiny and brunette, with dark eyes, but I know my skills are stronger. Not that it matters. She is from District 1. That means she will be a Career. Along with Marvel (District 1), Cato and I (District 2), and the girl and guy from District 4.  We are expected to team up because we're the strongest. Eventually we will turn on each other but for the beginning we're teammates. I hate the Hunger Games. They have taken away my freedom. But this is what I have grown up training for. This is my purpose. I will look into the eyes of death and see where fate takes me.