She came here with me.

Chapter 1

    When I wake up I hear my 12-year-old sister screaming. It's her first reaping. Willow my sister just started training a few weeks ago. She isn't good with combat skills like me. I can also throw knives. She just started learning how to throw a spear. I live in District 2. The riches district. However, for my family, we haven't been to rich since my dad died. My dad was stupid enough to go out of the fences of District 2 and fight the peacekeepers. My mom didn't have to work when he was around. But since he died my mom had to get a job and in District 2, with not working for 10 years, it's really hard to find a job. My mom did find a job at the training center I go to. She is just the nurse but she makes $10 an hour. At the training center. I get bullied. I have barely any friends. I have my cousin though. Joanne. Joanne is really nice, she is great with a bow and arrow. She can't defend her self though when this stupid group of popular kids be rude to us. However, I defend the both of us. Once they found out I never miss with my knives they haven't picked on me as much. There were 5 of them. 3 boys and 2 girls.  The girls had blond hair and blue eyes, one of the boys who everyone is dying to date has blond hair and blue eyes. The other two are brunettes with brown eyes. Thank god Willow isn't in my section for the gym so she doesn't have to deal with these 'popular wannabes'.  All of those kids are18 years old. I'm 17. All of the 18-year-olds are getting ready to volunteer and say their goodbyes to the trainers and gym. Our trainers are the victors of the games. Mine is Lyme. Lyme and my father were really close friends. Lyme is really nice and actually understands me. She puts that popular group in their place. The leader of the popular group is Olivia. She is dying to date that blond boy Cato. I'm surprised Cato hasn't agreed to date her. Olivia was like the barbie doll I never had when I was young. Plus she's even richer than some victors. Both of her parents are victors and spoil her. Apparently she made her and her parent's trade bedrooms. If I ever asked that my mom would think there's something wrong with me. Olivia gets whatever she wants. But thankfully Cato hasn't given in to her. I know this makes me sound like an awful person but I hope she gets reaped, no one volunteers and dies in the arena. That will just be the cherry on top of my summer. But that wasn't too likely to happen. Of course not. She's Olivia. Even the 18-year-olds loved her. She thinks everyone loves her but I know a lot of people who hate her. I have respect for those people. Even Lyme hates her. Joanne and I make fun of her. And it gets really funny. Today my intention was to copy what Olivia would wear as a joke. Joanne would be waiting for me to walk to training. I get dressed and eat breakfast and even lay my clothes out for the reaping. There was a knock at the door and it was Joanne.

"Did you use Olivia's perfume?" She asked me.

"Yep, I know I smell like a baby prostitute." I joked.

We ended up laughing about the joke.

"She always smells like one and too bad Cato can't just tell her," Joanne says.

"Yep. I hate her so much!" I say.

"Me too, sis!" She says.

I lock the door behind me as we run to training. We get into the 15-year-old girls change room and get into our gym clothes.  I walk out to see the popular group waiting for me and Joanne. Of course, no surprise Olivia comes up to me.

"I think I smell a baby prostitute," I say.

"And I smell a little runt," She says.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"To let you know I want to challenge you and beware, little runt, I'll kill you." She said.

"Try weak face," I say.

"What?" She said.

"Do you need your ears checked out now?" I ask.

She was left speechless and walk away to her group. Joanne came up behind me.

"That was sick." She said.

"What? Someone needs to put her in her place." I said.

"I love that you're not afraid of her." She said.

I whispered in her ear so Olivia couldn't hear me, "I am a afraid, I can just cover it up."

After that, I walked over to the knives and was going to throw one until someone grabs my wrist. It was one of the boys in Olivia's group. It was Cato. The boy who every girl is literally dying to date.

"Where did you pick the short stick?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I know that Olivia and your friends dared you to talk to me but I'm not in the mood so go away," I said.

"They didn't dare me anything I swear on my life." He said.

"Okay, you say so. What do you want anyway?" I asked.

"I want to say sorry for what Olivia said and thank you for putting her in her place." He said.

"Oh okay, Thank you, I guess," I said.

Cato has this small little smirk on his face and his looking at me like when he looks at girls when he likes them.

I break the silence.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Oh sorry," he says trying not to blush, "I have to go."

He walks away from his group to the swords.

I throw my knives, as usual, forgetting that I even spoke to Cato. But I can't get Cato out of my mind. That's when I ask myself, "Do I like Cato?" I can't. He's apart of Olivia's group. But he's so cute. I push away the feeling.