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'I'll never let you go' Chapter 10Clove
Jealous. How dare he? That boy thought the whole of Panem revolved around him, I thought, angrily stabbing the pancake on my plate. It was breakfast the next morning and I was still fuming about the love-story-to-be between Cato and Glimmer. Okay, so I hold a grudge. Shoot me.
Lucia watched me push the pancake around my plate, agitated. We were the only two up and had been for an hour, as Brutus and Enobaria did what they liked and Cato had barricaded his door and not answered Lucia when she'd hammered on it for him to get up. Cato and I were expected at training in half an hour and the rest had important business to attend to in the Capitol, namely raising interest for us amongst the sponsors.
'Do you think you could try getting him out of his room, darling?' Lucia said to me, a hint of desperation in her voice.
'Me?' I snorted, pushing my plate away from me. 'What makes you think he'd listen to me?'
'I suppose,' Lucia sighed. She looked away for a few seconds then back to me, a
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 9Cato
We watched the other reapings together, sitting on Clove's bed. She sat bolt upright, cross-legged, her eyes still lightly pink from her tears. Somehow, it made her look all the more beautiful.
We both paid close attention to the District 1 tributes. Both were volunteers; both were blonde, tall, toned and around seventeen. The girl was really hot. Even as we watched her sashay her way up to the platform in her sparkly pink dress, I could feel the saliva building up inside my mouth. I swallowed it quickly. The other Districts passed by, we weren't interested in many of them. District 4, usually a Career district, offered up a thirteen year old boy and a watery (ha) girl with stringy dark hair, who looked about sixteen. I doubted we'd team up with either of them. 11 offered a colossus of a boy, more of a man really, and a tiny, waif of a girl with dark skin and curly hair. I glanced at Clove. She had a weakness for children, and I was worried about how she'd cope having to kill such
'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
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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