Be my victor: a clato fanfic

Training

We get up and find our outfits. Black and red shirts, with a two on the shoulders, and black and red pants.
Clove grabs the smaller one, and starts to get changed. I get the other one and do the same.
Aqua starts banging on the door, "LETS GO! YOU HAVE TO BE DOWN THERE IN TEN MINUTES!"
We go to the dinning room and have a quick cereal breakfast, and then run down.
When we get on the elevator, twelve is already on. They're in the same outfit except it says 12 instead of 2.
It's kind of an awkward ride, but we get into the training center, and they stand more towards the back.
The trainer is telling us about how most of us will die.
I look over and see what Clove was talking about. Glimmer is staring at me, biting her lip. I look away and stare straight forward.
As soon as she finishes talking, I run over to the swords. I stick with Enobaria's plan.
Cloves pov
I'm in line for throwing knives, when I get to the front the instructor starts to tell me how, but I just shut her up, and start throwing at the moving targets. I hit every one in the center of it's chest.
I turn around and the rest are shocked. I look over at Cato and he is doing his thing with the swords. I go over to the stations with the stuff that doesn't really have to do with weapons, because they don't teach us that at home.
On the second day of training, I notice one of my bigger knives goes missing. I tell Cato and he goes around accusing people. I try to stop him but he won't listen. He gets dragged away by trainers, and I can't help but laugh a little bit.
At dinner, Enobaria tells us our plan for the next few days, "Okay, tomorrow, they will evaluate you one by one. They go by district, so you will be third and fourth. You will go in, and have 10 minutes to show them your best skill. You know what it is, make sure you do it. The next day, you will have interviews, in the same order. Remember, no sign of love. And then after that, is the games. The night before the games, you are not to be together. You will meet again in the arena. Got it?"
"Got it," I say for the both of us.