It all starts when you realize your place in the world. I, being from District Two, have always known where my place is. At the top. That's where all District Two citizens lay. We may not be the Capitol favorites, but that's only because District One is the supplier of all of their fancy goods. We make half of the weapons used in the Games and we're in second. At least we're not in third like District Four. The only source they have of popularity there is the Capitol heartthrob Finnick Odair. He must have at least twenty girlfriends. No one in Two would commit such scandalism.
Two, on the other hand, has Brutus and Enobaria and Lyme. We have quite the gang here. Not that the Capitol cares. Yet we continually obey them. It's what's in our blood. And i dont disagree, I mean, why would I? The Capitol is the source of nourishment to Panem. And yet even though some refuse to see that, us Two citizens praise the Capitol. Me included.
But that starting moment always starts from somewhere. I didn't even see it coming, but it was inevitable. Not once was I disappointed with anything I did, ever. Until one moment. The moment that almost killed me.
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They Call Me a Career-a Clove fanfic
FanfictionThe female from Two, the Girl on Fire's attempted killer, The Girl with the Knives. Her heart is in her knives, on her sleeve, and anywhere but on the right track. Her head, on the other hand, is in the zone and "Prepared, vicious, and ready to go"...
