A very Clovely story

Chapter 2: Cato, my new bestfriend

I get up early, as I am excited to bring food to the table. I get my boots, gloves, hat and jacket on. I run around until I reach the fence. I go under it and start getting deeper into the woods. I kill some rabbits and a squirrel. I rest in a rock near the stream, when suddenly, I hear a twig snap. I get up and take out my knives, as it could be a bear or someone I dont know. Then I see him. A blond boy, with eyes as blue as the sky. He has a sword, he looks about 14. He is very handsome. "Sorry to scare you, i am Cato", he says with that perfect smile of his "Im Clove". He smiles and looks at my rabbits. "You got all of that by yourself?" he says "Yes", I say, feeling proud. "Wow, you are a very good hunter!" "Thanks!" We grew closer together everyday. He is 14, but very well built. He has strong arms, just like Joan. He is sweet and nice. We always hunt together, and we see each other at training school. I have been in the reaping 2 times, and he has been there 4. He says, "I hate them, so much" "Who?", I ask, he has never shown hate towards anybody. "The Capitol. They kill us a little bit with each games. For what? For a stupid rebellion that happened 100 years ago? It is not fair that we have to pay for their ignorance and rage. I hate them so much. I cant believe that the districts watch it, too! I mean they are killing children, as young as 12, just like you Clover!" " Well yes, but there is nothing we can do about it Cato", I say with tears in my eyes. He takes his sleeve and wipes them off. He then holds me for about 10 minutes and says "I really care about you, you know that right?" "I know that Cato, I care about you too, a lot" He smiles with that smile that makes you fall in love a little very time you see it, but you dont realize it until you fall in love with him. Those eyes, just like the sky, tell me everything, whether he is sad, happy, angry, or about to break down.  People at school call him brutal, strong, heartless, and ruthless. They are very wrong, he is sweet and caring. You just have to know someone a lot before you make conclusions, because sometimes people who look strong and brutal, might be the sweetest person you will ever meet. Cato, Joan. They have so much in common. I love them both more than anything. And nothing will change that. Ever.