Okay guys, next chapter. It's rushed, and I'm sorry about that, I just didn't have any ideas for them when they're younger... ~ClatoIsReal


Over the next two years Cato, Kelly and I became the best of friends. We had already become practically inseperable. If one of us were doing something, you can bet all of us were. We were training from when we woke up to when we were forced to go to bed, and ate our meals as fast as possible. We had all become masters at our weapons, and we were only two years into training. We were the tops of our year and even better than some of the 14 year olds. Kelly and I never missed the bullseye and you would not want to mix with Cato and his sword. We typically trained until we had to eat breakfast every morning and right after dinner until curfew at night. That's why we weren't surprised when we were told to skip our third year of training dedicated only to your main weapon. Now we would only train that weapon in the mornings, the afternoons were for our new weapons.

The three of us all decided to train spears. With all my weekend training I had become quite strong so I could throw them hard, but it was still a bit awkward going through the regulated motion because I was so small. Cato, even though he was only ten, had grown really big and muscular already. He had no problem throwing the spear with accuracy and power. Kelly, who was growing to be pretty tall, could throw the spear more accurately than Cato, but with less power. We really were an interesting bunch of ten-year olds, big and strong Cato, tall Kelly, and then little me. All of us were already taking on the "academy mindset" where you live to kill. On our own alone time we weren't necessarily like that, we had to cover up for the academy though, otherwise we wouldn't be able to volunteer. None of us really liked having to act like that, especially when we were only ten, but we knew the consequences.


The first year our families came to see us during our visiting weeks. After that though they had seemed to virtually have forgotten us, and hadn't showed up for the next two years. The three of us didn't really care that they didn't show up, if they didn't want to see us, then why let it get to us. Eventually all we saw visiting week as was this miserably long week where we weren't allowed to train. And to make it worse it came twice a year. We trained our hardest for two weeks before visiting weeks and two weeks after. There wasn't much to do at the academy except train, so we were bored, upset, and angered kids with nothing to do. But since most of the trainies parents stop visiting once they turned 13, we only had one more year before we could train during that week.


By the time our two years with the spears was passed by the three of us were fairly good with the spear, but even better with our unique weapons. The same happened for the next four years, learning the new weapons, and getting to be comfortable with them. We were all 16 now training with the 18 year olds and devoted strictly to our main weapons. It felt good spending all of my time throwing knife after knife to the target. The knives had remained my favorite weapon, and I never missed. To boost my skills they had started making me throw basically every way except normal. I was blindfolded, I was spun around, spun around while blindfolded, throwing backwards, anything and everything. And I still didn't miss. My skills were at the very top and we still had two more years until we were 18. Cato and Kelly were doing just as good to, and we were all silently wondering what would happen when we were all eligible to take the test to see who would volunteer. It was one day when Cato brought it up to me that it all changed. It was a Sunday and Cato and I were taking a walk around outside while Kelly was with her new boyfriend, Sam, doing who knows what.

"Clove, do you ever wonder what happens when we turn 18?"

"Well, I guess we take the test, and see what happens after that."

"What if two of us get chosen to go together?"

"Let's just hope that doesn't happen."

"Clove, I don't want to lose you. I mean, I don't want Kelly to go either, but there's something about you that's special. Clove, I don't know how to say this, exactly, but I- I think I love you." This took me a bit by surprise, but if I'm honest, I was elated. Over the years Cato had grown on me, and it had taken me over. I didn't want to say anything though because I was worried I would lose him, and I could not handle that.

"Really, Cato?"

"I'm sorry Clove, I just-" The pain on Cato's face was evident, and I felt awful with how I chose to respond. I decided to take a chance, and cut Cato off with a kiss.

"Cato," I said softly with our foreheads rested together, "I think I love you too."

"Really Clove?"

"Really Cato." There was no denying it now.


We wanted it to stay a secret, that way no one could use it against us. However, there was no way we could keep it from Kelly. That girl could tell something was off as soon we got to our room.

"Ok Clove, what's up? And don't say nothing, 'cause I can tell one of your lies a mile away. I saw the stolen glances, and don't think I missed the hand holding under the table."

"Well, Cato and I went on a walk today."

"You guys always go on walks."

"So?"

"What happened on that walk?"

"Well we talked about what happens when were 18."

"And…?"

"He told me he loves me."

"Did you tell him that too?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Took you guys long enough."

"What do you mean?"

"Clove, everyone can tell. You two are head over heels for each other-"

"We are not-"

"Yes you are, and I think you're the only too that didn't know that until now." Well this is brand new information. I knew that I liked Cato, maybe even loved (which I realized I did earlier that day), but I didn't realize that he loved me too and that we made it so obvious. Sure, we were really close, but all three of us were.

"Kelly, what happens if one or even two of us have to volunteer?"

"Clove, we have two years until then, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. And don't worry about yourself. Your too small still to get chosen."

"Ha ha ha, Kelly, very funny."

"I know, I'm hilarious."

"Shut up and sleep."

"As you wish, my queen." With that comment she got a pillow chucked at her face. And that night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.


Ok guys there was the second chapter. Hope you liked it! Please R&R. ~ClatoIsReal