Hunger Games/ Clove's POV/ How it Should've Been/ Chapter 1
Obviously being from District 2, I have to be the best, the strongest and excited for the reaping. I wasn't though.
We all gathered into the small square in on many occasions I had practiced knife throwing. I needed to train. And if I was ever chosen, I need to win.
I quickly walk into the 14/Female section. There are about 20 of us.
Our escort walks across the stage that we used for public punishments. She is in a red and green wrapper outfit with heels that are like 2 inches high. She has matching makeup. Mauve Sniper for you.
"Welcome citizens of District 2," she exclaims "today, we will be reaping the name of one boy and girl to participate in the annual HUNGER GAMES!"
Mauve continues to blabber on. I look around the square and I observe the washed out buildings and cobbled grounds. Home. Then I see him. Around 6". Blonde and blue eyed and muscular. He is marked into the 17/Male section. He was quite old compared to me. But he was good looking.
"Now for the boys," Mauve says into the microphone over enthusiastically snapping me out of my thoughts. A long, carefully painted finger goes in and plucks out a small card with a name. Everyone stares in quietness.
Well it's not like you can guess. Everyone one I know does tesserae. It increases your chance of getting picked AND you get rations.
"Cato-" but before she can finish, the blonde haired boy walks onto stage. Tall and strong. "Marvelous" she says with a tainted smile
"And now, for the girls" She says with dramatic pause. Doesn't matter. Cato is going to win. "Prior Taldon" A short 13 year old climbs the stairs. Strong build. Ashy hair. She smiles towards the crowd
I wanted to go this year... There is volunteering. Suicide
"I VOLOUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. The whole crowd gives me a disbelieving look. I am still young, 14. But some know I can throw knives well. I climb the stairs and Prior gets off. She bumps into me hard as I get climb up. Intentional. I climb the stairs to the stage with my shoulders taught and strong. I wasn't going to look weak. "Shake hands" said Mauve flatly. She wasn't amused either. Cato gives me a look of disbelief and amusement together. Good. Shock the crowd.
I shook Cato's hand which was strong and hard. "Cato" he whispered. "Clove" I replied. He had at least 1" over me. We quickly turned around and walked towards the building where we could be met with our families and friends before we were going to leave. An applause followed us as we walked in.
I wasn't expecting anyone visiting. I just sat in the plush room, taking in the dryness of stone in the air. Home. Masonry. Stone work. I had already been working in the factory. All of a sudden the door burst open. There stood my frail mother. Her once dark hair was now gray. Her dark eyes shone with an anger of sort.
"What the hell were you thinking," she yelled at me "I can't be without you" she was whimpering now. It was true. I had to help.
"I can't" I said miserably "I'll in for us" " You can't. Not against that Cato boy".
I broke into tears and she soon followed. My mother. All alone. No one. Now not even me. "I love you". " I love you too" I said into her shoulder. The Peacekeepers came in to escort away my mother. No I thought as they closed the door. I quickly wiped away the tears. Look tough.
.
We all gathered into the small square in on many occasions I had practiced knife throwing. I needed to train. And if I was ever chosen, I need to win.
I quickly walk into the 14/Female section. There are about 20 of us.
Our escort walks across the stage that we used for public punishments. She is in a red and green wrapper outfit with heels that are like 2 inches high. She has matching makeup. Mauve Sniper for you.
"Welcome citizens of District 2," she exclaims "today, we will be reaping the name of one boy and girl to participate in the annual HUNGER GAMES!"
Mauve continues to blabber on. I look around the square and I observe the washed out buildings and cobbled grounds. Home. Then I see him. Around 6". Blonde and blue eyed and muscular. He is marked into the 17/Male section. He was quite old compared to me. But he was good looking.
"Now for the boys," Mauve says into the microphone over enthusiastically snapping me out of my thoughts. A long, carefully painted finger goes in and plucks out a small card with a name. Everyone stares in quietness.
Well it's not like you can guess. Everyone one I know does tesserae. It increases your chance of getting picked AND you get rations.
"Cato-" but before she can finish, the blonde haired boy walks onto stage. Tall and strong. "Marvelous" she says with a tainted smile
"And now, for the girls" She says with dramatic pause. Doesn't matter. Cato is going to win. "Prior Taldon" A short 13 year old climbs the stairs. Strong build. Ashy hair. She smiles towards the crowd
I wanted to go this year... There is volunteering. Suicide
"I VOLOUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. The whole crowd gives me a disbelieving look. I am still young, 14. But some know I can throw knives well. I climb the stairs and Prior gets off. She bumps into me hard as I get climb up. Intentional. I climb the stairs to the stage with my shoulders taught and strong. I wasn't going to look weak. "Shake hands" said Mauve flatly. She wasn't amused either. Cato gives me a look of disbelief and amusement together. Good. Shock the crowd.
I shook Cato's hand which was strong and hard. "Cato" he whispered. "Clove" I replied. He had at least 1" over me. We quickly turned around and walked towards the building where we could be met with our families and friends before we were going to leave. An applause followed us as we walked in.
I wasn't expecting anyone visiting. I just sat in the plush room, taking in the dryness of stone in the air. Home. Masonry. Stone work. I had already been working in the factory. All of a sudden the door burst open. There stood my frail mother. Her once dark hair was now gray. Her dark eyes shone with an anger of sort.
"What the hell were you thinking," she yelled at me "I can't be without you" she was whimpering now. It was true. I had to help.
"I can't" I said miserably "I'll in for us" " You can't. Not against that Cato boy".
I broke into tears and she soon followed. My mother. All alone. No one. Now not even me. "I love you". " I love you too" I said into her shoulder. The Peacekeepers came in to escort away my mother. No I thought as they closed the door. I quickly wiped away the tears. Look tough.
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