Clove; Girl With the Knives
Chapter 1, Part Two
My father came into the room to say goodbye.
“Clove Pink Rainwell. You were supposed to wait until you
were SIXTEEN. Not fifteen! Look, you have to win. For mom,ok? You
can throw knives! Get your hands on a set of knives, water and
food. You can do this Clove, you can do this!” He wrapped
his arms around me, his eyes stinging with tears. So were mine
and I hugged him back. “I’ll win daddy, I promise you
I’ll win.” The Peacekeeprs came in and pushed my
father out of the room. I straightened my blouse and walked to
meet Sihbon and Cato, whom I walked to the train with. Sihbon
rambled on about how she just knew one us would win this year,
she just knew! Though, she never specified who she though would
win. We climbed aboard the silver train, and the interior had
plush red couches and a large table filled with over 100
different foods, sodas and desserts. We sat down to eat the food,
and Sihbon chatted about how she wanted to know abut our
families. Cato declined the offer to talk, though I spoke up.
“Well, my mother ws Reaped when se was 17, you know. Her
best friend volunteered for her. But sadly, she was killed in the
Blood bath by District 12’s girl. That’s another
reason why I’m not fond of District 12. The left my mother
with depression, anxiety and then she was diagnosed with brain
cancer. She died last year. I told her I’d win this year
for her.” I finished my story, got up and walked out. Time
to watch the recaps of the Reaping’s to see who I would be
killing from District 12.
~hey guys. you like it?sorry
it's so short, I promise the Recaps of the Reaping's will
be good ;)! Comment for notifiation
XoXo~Maddy