The Games Won't Change A Thing- Except One ~A Clato Story~

The Games Won't Change A Thing- Except One ~A Clato Story~

Hey! So this is my first real story on Quibblo! Obviously it's a Clato story. It might not be as good as the others, and there's a lot, but it's worth a shot. Enjoy!
P.S. This story is based on the book, not the movie. It might have a few changes, but nothing major. Just added comments and such.

Chapter 1

Broken to Pieces

Clove's Point of View

Cato and I are best friends. I just hope the Games won't change that. Because when Cato mounts the stage next to me, I feel a mix of anger and pain rush though me. Why would he volunteer? He knows that only one victor can come out alive! And right after the conversation we just had.

--Flashback--

I walked over to Cato's house for the Reaping. I was wearing a baby green dress with a black belt and black flats. I don't usually wear dresses, but Cato's mom got me this for my 15th birthday last year, and I felt bad about not wearing it. My hair was up, in a ponytail, slightly curled, with small waves on the side.
Once I reached Cato's house, one of the biggest houses in District 2, besides the houses in the Victor's Village, I went up the steps and rang the doorbell.
Cato's mom answered the door with a bright smile. "Clove! Come in, come in! Cato's almost done getting ready!" Then she made way for me to come in.
I sat on the couch, waiting, looking out the window. The day was hot, more than usual, and some people even put umbrellas over their heads to sheild the sun.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. Cato was coming down the stairs, wearing a white dress shirt with black pants.
"Hey, Clover!" he said. I rolled my eyes. Clover was the silly nickname he gave me after we met nine years ago. We were both 6 years olds. "Nice dress." He smirked.
I smiled, but only because Cato's mom was right there. "Thanks, your mom gave it to me, remember?"
"Of course. Ready to go?"
I nodded.
The three of us, including Cato's mom, walked outside. We let Cato's mom walk ahead of us, so we can talk in private.
"Are you gonna volunteer?" I asked. I'm not afraid of Cato volunteering. I know he can win these Games. We've been training all our lives for them anyway.
"Yup! Bloodbath here I come!" Cato says with a whoop. I let out a small chuckle.
There's a small silence. "Cato, what if I'm picked?" I asked, curiously and quietly.
"Then you go up the stage." Cato says, without thinking.
I sighed. "Cato, if I get picked, will you still volunteer?" I asked, eager for his answer.
He paused a moment, then spoke. "Then...I won't volunteer."
There was an edge of worry in his voice, but I thought it was only because he was worried about me. It hurt me a little, but he knows I can take care of myself. I'm an expert with knives and know my way with plants.
"Okay." I said. "Okay. He repeats.

--End of Flashback--

"Excellent! Now, what is your name?" Our escort, June Pearl beams. She's an overly excited Capitol lunatic who gets excited over everything! She's wearing a bright blue dress with her hair is dyed blue in a bun with curls surrounding the sides of her face. She's wearing gold lipstick and blue five inch heels. How does she walk in those? In fact, how do all the Capitol women walk in those kinds of shoes?
"Cato Ludwig." Cato says cockily. I look at him with piercing eyes, but he's not looking at me.
"Now, you two, shake hands!" June says excitedly, as always.
We face each other and I see pain in his eyes. If he feels bad, then why did he volunteer? I'll ask him on the train.
"Let's give a big round of applause for our tributes from District 2! Clove Kentwell and Cato Ludwig!" There's loud applause as we get ushered into the Justice Building.

I sit on a red velvet couch, as I wait for my visitors to come in. The first is my mom. I sigh. My mom is a mean pshyco who doesn't care for anyone. After my dad died when I was four, she revealed her true colors. She beat me, said terrible things to me, and treated me like I was a piece of garbage.
She sits down next to me, rubbing the velvet with her fingers, until I break the ice. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, coldly.
She glares at me, and squeezes my arm, hard. "Listen, I don't care if you're fine, injured, or broken, you need to win this. I don't care if Cato is in this thing with you either. Kill him. Come home. I have to get the money. Win." Then she walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Nobody else visits me. Cato would've vistited me, but he's in the other room, saying bye to his family and friends. He's one of the most popular guys in school, so I bet he has tons of visitors. Sometimes I even wonder why he's even friends with a girl like me.
Finally, a Peacekeeper opens the door and tells me to come to the car that's supposed to take us to the train.
I see Cato walk out, looking confident and cocky as ever, being escorted by Peacekeepers. Cato gets in the car first, sitting on the left, June in the middle, and me on the right. June starts blabbering on and on about the Capitol until we get to the train to take us to the Capitol.
The place where we're supposed to train.
The place where I'm gonna die.
The place where I'm gonna be broken to pieces, mentally or physically.

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