Secrets - A Clato Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Today is the day of the Reaping, everybody's nightmare. Nobody wants to be in the Capitol's playground, where everyone gets killed, except for one victor. The Hunger Games have been going on for 74 years now, including this year's. I cried in frustration, pushing the soft, white pillow into my face. I didn't want to be in the Hunger Games, even though the Capitol has trained me since I was little, just so I can win the Hunger Games. I threw the pillows on the ground, breathing deeply and definitely not calmly. I smashed my fist into my mirror that was alined with pure silver. The glass cracked, and I punched it again, with all of my strength. The glass broke and stabbed my delicate skin on my hand. I took in the pain. It felt good to break things. I breathed in and out, slowing down my heart rate and lowering my adrenaline. I looked down at the items on my bed, and there's a picture of Cato and I smiling greatly, with our arms around each other. I walked over to my bed and picked the picture up. It looks like it was taken less than a year ago. Cato's handsome facial features were the best. Defined jawline, perfect bone structure, and his eyes were his charm. His cold blue eyes, that bored holes into the hearts of his fangirls. Cato was 18, and was pretty muscular and tall. His blonde, spiky hair added to his handsome features. On the other hand, I looked like the ugly duckling. I hated my hazel brown eyes, my freckles, my hair, everything. I put down the picture back onto the bed. I sighed and changed into my "Reaping clothes". I had to wear a pure white and silky dress, white shoes, everything had to be the Capitol's favorite color. To be honest, I looked ridiculous. I'm glad I smashed my mirror, now I don't have to see my hideous self. I clean up my room in a blink of an eye, and walk out into the hallway. I heard my mother on the phone. "Yeah, sure sweetie!" She turned to look at me. Well, crap. She sniffed me out like a mutt. "In fact, you can talk to her now." She hands the phone over to me. I snatch it from her hands and put it up to my ear. "Hello?" I was curious about who it was. "Hey, Princess Clover. You ready for the Reaping?" It was Cato. Just hearing him say "Princess Clover" was enough to make little Miss Sevina the most hostile monster in the world. I held it back this time, though. "Don't ever call me Princess Clover, jerk. Of course I'm ready for the Reaping." I was actually scared, but I didn't want my mother and Cato to know. "Is that so? Well, I'll see you there, Clover. Love you." Cato hung up. That little Prince Charming better watch out, because someone's going to get him. I hand the phone to my mother, and she immediately calls someone else. Typical. I decided to eat only a muffin, just in case I wouldn't feel too well. I didn't say a word to my mom as I twisted the doorknob and slammed the door shut.
I breathed in the cool morning air. The fresh smell of flowers, just invading the wind. I let a breath escape my lips. "Hey." I jumped, and realized it was Cato. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "It's been a long time since I've seen your beautiful self, Clove." He called me by my name this time, but it didn't matter. I wasn't in the mood to be lovey dovey. I pushed him off, only making him lose his balance and than quickly regain it. God, I hate him so much. He smirked and followed the boys line. His stupid distraction was a success. I completely missed the girls line. I looked around, seeing that all of the females (not including me) in our District have already gotten into one huge square. I ran as fast as I could, avoiding rocks and muddy water puddles. I got into the group, just in time.