*FLASHBACK*
I can still remember it. It was a sunny day on the 6th of May.
-Wake up Clover! yelled my mom.
My mom has always hated the Hunger Games. At 14, she almost went there but someone volunteered for her. "The biggest fear of my life", she said. My dad was the complete opposite of my mom. Since the age of 3, he wanted to go training. He wasn't picked. When he was 18, he wanted to volunteer but someone named Brutus volunteered first. His parents were so mad!
-Yeah, yeah, I say without any enthusiac.
For me, trainings are normal. More than the half of this district is training so. I'd never volunteer, but if I'm picked, I won't ask for any volunteer neither.
-Trainings are in about 10 minutes, your brother is already ready! Hurry up gosh!
It may seem that she likes the games but not. My mother was one of the sweetest mom of the earth. She wanted me to be happy and she thought I was happy while training.
That's not quite true. When I'm throwing knives, the whole world disappears. It's only me, the dummy and the knife. I really enjoy throwing knives. And I can say that I'm really good too.
I also hate the trainings because of the others. They hate me. And I don't like it. I know, I know. Careers have to be strong. Careers don't have to care about what the others are thinking about them. But I can't help myself.
-Coming! I yelled back.
I sighed and I dress myself up and I went downstairs.
-Quick you're late! my brother told me.
-Fine I'll eat while we're walking, I replied.
The training centre was only a few blocks from our house. A 10 minutes walk.
Me and my brother didn't talk much to each other. We were just yelling at the other. I know deep inside that I don't hate him. And he doesn't hate me.
-Gotta go, he said.
I nodded and continued my walk alone. My brother was super popular. He had a lot of friends.
I was 2 minutes late. The others already started to train. I waved to my trainer and he nodded. I walked toward the knives station. Everybody left it because I was there. I looked around. Someone was starring at me. Cato Hadley. He was one of the most arrogant guy I've ever seen but I have to admit that he was...cute. I gave him a dead glare before taking one knife in my hand.
I threw some knives before lunch time. As usual, I was sitting alone. Alone. With no friends. No one wanted to sit with me neither.
In the afternoon, I decided to go to the spears station. If I could throw a knife, why not a spear?
Some people noticed that I wasn't at the knives station so they quickly ran to it. I picked up a spear. My trainer was watching me and a few others too. Ignoring them, I threw a spear. Everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and just watched. The spear hit perfectly in the dummy's heart. I was speechless. This was only chance. I knew it.
-Oh my gosh, she's deadley! Do not approach her! yelled a familiar voice.
It was Kathleen from the popular girls.
I gave her a glare and I went back to the knives. The rest of the day was normal.
At 5 pm, I saw someone glaring at me.
-C'mon Clove! It's mom's birthday today! We can't be late!
It was Dylan. He's my brother.
-'kay wait.
I threw one last knife and followed him. It was pouring rain. Ugh. We walked through the market.
-I have to buy something wait for me, I told him.
Annoyed, he nodded.
Today was mom's birthday. I couldn't buy her nothing! I mean, I was 12. A hug wouldn't be enough.
I looked in the rain for a necklace. Te necklaces were too expensive. I couldn't afford them. I finally found something. A token. With a mockingjay. That's perfect. I hope it's not very expensive.
-How much? I asked.
-Take it, it's free, smiles the old lady.
-Thank you.
I took it and I ran to Dylan.
-I'm back!
-Come on!
We ran to our house.
When we were there, my heart stopped. It wasn't my house. It was my house on fire. Dylan was fighting with himself not to cry.
-Are you their kids? a firefighter asked.
-Yeah, I said.
-Sorry. They couldn't make it.
I just nodded but inside, I was crying. In my hands, I was still holding the mockingjay token. Without a word, I threw it in the fire.
-HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! FROM CLOVE! I yelled frustrated.
Dylan was just starring at me. The rain was still pouring. Quickly, there was no fire left, but no one survived. My mom was making pancakes they said. My dad added something inside and the fire started. Okay. Fine. It was about 6 pm when the fire stopped.
-Let's go to our cousin Maria's house, I suggested.
-Okay.
Maria was our only family left. She hated us. She treated us like pigs.
*END OF THE FLASHBACK*
3 years passed. I'm now 15 and my brother 12. Today, it's May 9th. I can't sleep. I look at the rain pouring outside. It's 4 am. Tears are coming up. Dylan is still asleep and I don't want to wake him up. I walk to the window and watch the rain. With my pijama, I run outside. I kneel my knees to the ground. I don't care about the dirt. I don't care about the rain. I don't care about the night. I don't care about the peacekeepers who could kill me like right now.
Instead, I think about this flashback.
