A Clato Story- The Hunger Games x

The first time I laid eyes on him, I was 12 and had just started training to be come a 'Career'. So some day I could bring pride and honour to 'District 2'. He's in the year above me, so that makes him 13. We were first told to choose a weapon my only friend 'Lyme Serina' had started training with me. Lyme immediatly went strainght to the 'Bow And Arrow'. I was carefull as to where to go. I slowly took my time and decided to go where no one else went. Knife Throwing. I had a feeling i would be great at it. he was skilled with the sword. i thought he was swordsman, by his muscular body. I threw the knife and missed terribly. Then all of a sudden i felt my trainers fist come hard, down on my face. "Look, Clove. Everytime you miss i'm going to hit you." Henna screams. She's my trainer and is very brutal. I glare up at her through all the blood, that ran into my eye. She continues screaming at me, when i feel a strong stare on me. I slightly turn to the right and see the muscular boy staring with a concerned look on his face, straight into my eyes. I get up and grab another knife and throw it. Miss. Henna's hand swings hard on my face. My head hits hard on the ground and thats when I see him run to my side.

I wake up in haze seeing the familiar sight of the training room roof and i feel a hand on mine and someone dabbing a soft material on my wounds. I gasp when i see who it is. "Sorry if i scared you. I just wanted to make sure you were allright" He says. I'm lost for words. " I'm Cato. Cato Dawson" "C-Clove. Clove Parkers" I manage to murmur.