Marble Heart: A Clato Fanfic

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Clove pov:

It was chariot day and I am sure as hell it will gonna suck.

I got up at the crack of dawn to loud knocks on my door. I heard most annoying voice ever scream, "Wake up!!!! We have a great day ahead of us!!! You don't want to miss it!!!!"

I would be happy to miss this "great" day as a matter of fact.

I ate breakfast with Cato. Then went to get into my chartiot costume. The designers who made my outfit absolutely suck. It doesn't fit me at all.

I looked down at the shit I was wearing. A "Greek godess" is what they told me it was designed to look like. But believe me, it looked more like armour on a tiny statue. That tiny statue was me.

I walked around. It was so uncomfortable. It was like I was being strangled by the metal thing around my neck.

I saw Cato. He looked good in his. But mine was shit!

"Hey" he said to me.

I stopped looking in mirror I was looking into. And faced him. But then looked back and tried adjusting this crap.

"Good day."

"What do you think of it?" He asked.

"I think it looks like absolute shit! What dumbass design this!" I ranted.

He looked at me like I was mad. "It looks fine."

No it didn't.

"On you at least." I murmured, he must have heard cause he smirked and walked off.

Later

I walked around to wait to board carriage.

Shit. That is all this is. Stupid shit. I thought. Because it is. This outfit. The Games. If I could have waited ONE small year to go in here I would definitely be ready. Not like I am not now.

I'm strong and trained. I could kill all of these dorks on the spot.

All these kids are gonna die.

Stabbing. Knife to head or heart. Bleed to death. Infection. Poison. Chocked. Knocked out. However they would die, I didn't care. As long as they die and I get me ass out of here.

I looked around and stufied my victims. They could be killed easily.

Other tributes stood around talking to their designers, mentors, District reaper and district tribute.

Others were and were not dressed as bad as me. Some worse.

The girl and boy from district five were wearing these giant silver plates around their heads. Power was their district specialty. But they looked like a giant CD with a face to me. Weird. 4/12

District two looked real bad too. They had these ugly pink and green-blue robes on to be the textiles their district produces. If you ask me, a designer district should get designers who actually know what good looks like. Very very ugly. 2/12

The young girl from 11 amd her partner who'd probably be seventeen, were wearing decent outfits. 9/12

Why did I get the ugly one. I came from a rich district and you'd expect we'd get good designers too. But noooo. 0/12 for me and my armour shit.

I was gonna win this. Or Cato. I don't want him to die. But there's only one to leave the areana.

Finally we got onto carriage. I stood up straight and looked to Enobaria.

She said "Don't worry." In assuring voice. I like her.

The horses ran and I almost flew off the carriage. I gripped the handle with both hands and hung on for dear life.

Cesar Flickerman and Claudious Templesmith were on giant television broadcasting their murdure victims live accross country.

The horses ran fast. I gripped on harder.

Cesar and Claudious stopped narrorating amd turned their attention to 12. What the hell?!?! They were on fire. Literally on fire.

Ugh. They'll die anyway.

"Ugly burned shits." Cato murmured. I heard him and chucked then he looked down at me.

"You got it?" He asked.

"Got what?"

"You know."

"Oh." I said and pulled my necklace out of my shit costume.

He looked at me and nodded.

I looked at him and nodded too. Then we both looked away and went back to waving to the rich bitches of the Capitol.

A/N
This was a bit longer that expected and took a while. Hope you enjoy!
-Natalie