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'I'll never let you go' Chapter 8Clove
My knee wouldn't stop jerking up and down. I sat on the plush, velvet sofa in the District 2 Justice Building, breathing deeply and trying to remember what had just happened.
You got reaped. No one volunteered for you. Then Cato volunteered. To save you. Cato volunteered to save you.
I buried my head in my hands and tried to stop my heart from beating out of my chest. The Peacekeeper who was guarding me glanced over and nodded his head towards the glass of water on the desk. I got up and walked over on wobbly legs to it. The glass was clear and intricately carved with tiny flowers, unlike our cloudy cups at home. It clinked against my teeth because I was struggling to keep my hands from shaking.
In the room next door, I could hear Cato's family talking with him. No doubt Eliza would be crying. She was such a softie when it came to her boys. Darian would be thrilled. He'd been egging Cato on to volunteer since he was fourteen; sure that Cato could become the next Finnick Odair and
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 7The morning of the 74th Reaping dawned bright and clear, the sun streaming through my bedroom window. I moaned and rubbed my eyes. Then, catching a glimpse of the clock, I sprung from my bed and began to pull on clothes as quickly as I could, making a quick dash to the bathroom on my way. I was late to meet Clove.
Running down the stairs two at a time, I mentally calculated how much time we would have together. It was eight o'clock now, and the reaping wasn't until twelve. Mum and Dad would want me home for an early lunch with the boys, as it was Aiden's first Reaping year. At best we'd have two hours. I grabbed a roll from the kitchen on my way out and munched it as I jogged down the street and out to the Hideout. It wasn't a hideout as such; just a secluded part of the river that ran at the back of our neighbourhood with a large beech tree hanging over the water, but it was our special place where we could be ourselves, not the ruthless dictators of the training centre.
'My Little Canary' Chapter 2Two years later
Wiress crouched in the vent, shivering in her thin jacket and trousers. There were just four of them left: her, the boy and girl from One and the boy from Four. They were hunting her.
The Games had started off well. The Arena was practically built for Wiress; it was a labyrinth of clean, crisp corridors and secret rooms with no outside space or light. It reminded Wiress of home. Home, and Beetee. She kept on expecting him to round the corner, tell her she had been wandering again and carry her back to safety. But he didn't.
She had been very lucky, she supposed. After the Bloodbath, Wiress had been the smallest tribute left alive and was the only one who could crawl to safety in the vents above the corridors. During training, she'd kept her head down and not drawn any attention to herself which had helped her out in the first few days as no one had bothered to kill her in the Bloodbath, or track her down afterwards. Being the youngest tribute also had its advantages, ac
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 6Seven months later, I came home from school only to find the door to my new home, that I shared with Viola and my brother-in-law, Sable locked. Surprised, I tried to open it again, then a third time. By the time our neighbour, old Mrs Blackstone, stumbled out of her house, I was practically breaking the door down.
'No one will answer it,' she snapped at me. 'So stop it now, you're waking my cats up.' I stopped, if only for the sake of the cats. I had been on the receiving end of their claws more than once, and let me tell you, the result was not pretty.
'Where's my sister?' I asked her.
Mrs Blackstone sniffed distastefully. 'Hospital. Her husband took her there this morning, just after you left. Told me to tell you that the baby's coming.' She shook her head. 'Totally unnecessary, if you ask me. In my day, woman gave birth at home, in private. None of this medical nonsense. The Capitol's corrupting us all, mark my words '
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from Mrs Blackstone and spri
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