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'I'll never let you go' Chapter 12Cato
I hated sleeping in the Capitol. For a start, the bed was too soft. I hate soft beds, they're so soft. (Alright, Clove, that's a dumb thing to say. But it's true.) Also, I was forbidden from opening the windows. Now see, back at home, I always slept with the windows open; it made me feel free and I hated being contained. When I complained about this to Lucia, she wringed her hands out in despair and told me there was nothing she could so I'd just have to make do. I tried, by turning the air conditioning up to full blast and leaving my door open in the night. It wasn't ideal, but was the best I could do.
It was on the first night we arrived that I heard her for the first time. The walls of the Capitol are usually sound-proof, but I guess having the doors open disrupts the sound-proofness somewhat. As I have mentioned before, sleep is not something I need that much. A couple of hours a night and I'm good to go. Unfortunately, this means that I spend a lot of time lying awake wh
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 11Clove
'Now just stand still ow!!'
Well, it was her own fault. Who in their right mind plucks some one's eyebrows without letting them know?
It was the day of the interviews and I was being primped and preened ready for my public appearance. Augusta and her team of minions were fluttering around in their heels dabbing at me with brushes and the dreaded tweezers. I had my eyes closed as Augusta had insisted but I could feel the swish of material round my ankles and silk brushing my elbows.
However, exciting as it was, my mind was on bigger things than my transformation. The day before had been the day we received our training scores. I had been fourth, so luckily the Gamemakers were still slightly interested as I went in and I'd held their attention all the way through and had ended up with a nine. A good score, I was told confidently by Enobaria and Lucia, and I had even been rewarded with a smile from Brutus. Cato had been given a ten, which was even better, but he'd been wanting
The Rebel and his AngelI was always the weird kid at school. The rebel. I didn't play by the rules, which wasn't the District One way. I shunned the luxury and pampering and struck out on my own, training in the alley behind the Training Centre while all the others threw spears and battled with swords like sheep. Well, they could be the sheep. I was the tiger.
I started dating Glimmer because of the rumours that I was gay. I wasn't. All the girls I'd ever met just weren't up to my ideals is all. Glimmer didn't either, to be perfectly honest; she was too perfect, too eager to please. I wasn't what she was searching for either but we both used each-other mercilessly, each praying that the partner of our dreams would show up at some point. They didn't. So we remained a couple.
A week before the Reaping, Glimmer and I are in my room, kissing. We are partly doing it to convince my parents that we are actually together, but are also doing it because we're teenagers and like to kiss. So, yeah.
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