helpinglittleduck said: I'm great how are you?
Truly bored. My day has been about as interesting as a blank sheet of paper. Family day…What a joke…
helpinglittleduck said: Yep, Clove girl with the knives -smiles-
Yeah, that would be me. Although they aren’t my only hobby. So, how are you?
helpinglittleduck said: Hi Clove. I'm Prim.
Hey Prim. Good to meet you. Katniss’s sister, right?
|| Ok, i don’t know if anyone will read this, but it’s the prequel to my Clove fan-fiction. This one is based on the book/movie so she dies at the end. I’ll write on my version of Clove as well. If you read, please tell me if it’s any good. Thanks.
And in that moment, time stood still. Or so it seemed for me…I couldn’t tell if anyone else was still there, my vision was too blurry to make anything out. But the taste of blood in my mouth was more intense than ever. Now I knew I was a goner, the blood was my own.
The grass was soft…I could feel someone holding my hand…And I remembered how I got into this dreaded place to begin with……
“Honey, time to go! Wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?”
My mother called out from the hallway as the seconds were ticking away on the clock. I could hear my mother’s anxiety growing even more suffocating as she was racing through the house, fixing a lose curl or straighten a tie.
Reaping day, I thought as I fixed a lose strand of hair. What the hell was mom all radiating about? Guess she was just jealous. She didn’t make it into the games when she was my age, someone else volunteered in her place. Anyway, let’s not talk about my neurotic mother, shall we?
This was supposed to be my big day, the day I volunteered to represent my district in the 74th annual Hunger Games. So why the hell didn’t i fell like jumping up and down with joy? Maybe it’s the stupid dress i’m wearing…
Or maybe the fact that this day either represented the beginning of the rest of my life, a life with no worries or cares, or my afterlife, if the odds decided they were not going to sponsor me this year. Either way, i promised myself i’d make the most of it. No Capitol dickhead is going to bring me down so easy. Let alone some sorry ass tribute from God knows what district. I’ll probably end up against my district partner…Now i’m rambling.
Anyway, before I go any deeper into the story, I’d probably have to introduce myself, right? I was never good at these things, narrating, expressing my feelings is more than one word, but I’ll try my best. I’d like people to know who i actually was. So, the name is Clove, Clove Raven, and this is my story.