A.N. Salutations. Thanks to charliesunshine, The Favorite Of The Gods, Catching Fireflies, purplefire11, and taylor2324. The last two favorited and followed, and the rest reviewed.

Disclaimer: Maybe I'll own the Hunger Games . Someday.


Clove POV

I couldn't believe it! It was my third week of training, and this kid was saying he was better than me! It was his first day: he had strolled into the Training Center like he owned it, and then boasted that he was the best.

At least not everyone had gone crazy-more than one other pupil had protested that it was me.

After someone pointed me out, he walked over to me.

"Everyone seems to think you're the top dog here," he said grinning. "I'd like to see about that."

"I'll take you up on that," I responded. He had no idea what he was in for.

After the archery, it was clear that neither did I.

"Ha," he laughed. "I hit the bullseye three times out if five, and the inner ring the other two times. You hit the outer ring, every time!"

I glared at him. "Well, Mr.-"

"Cato," he said.

"Well then, Mr. Cato, let's move on too swords."

It was a close battle there, but he won, proclaiming his victor with a whoop.

"Looks like you've got some catching up to do."

Well, I did. I knew it, too. I beat him at spear throwing, and the it was the time I had been waiting for: knife throwing.

"You know, this is what I spend my free time doing. You better watch out." I grinned at him.

"Yeah, sure. A girl like you," he surveyed me, his eyes moving up and down my small frame, " beating me at this? Let's see it if you got it."

He picked up a knife and threw it at the stationary target. It landed about five inches away from the center. He threw four more, each one never moving more than six inches from the center.

"Your turn, Princess," he said with a cocky smirk.

I smirked back, and walked over to the human shaped targets. I knew that they were hard: they lit up randomly, and I'd never gotten a perfect run. But if I wanted to really show him up, I'd have to get a better score on harder targets.

I turned around, my back to the targets, and took a deep breath. When I heard the buzzer, I spun around, knife already leaving my fingers. I picked up another as the first knife stuck. Bullseye. I grinned, throwing my weapon at the next glowing target. Bullseye, again. I got more confident with each throw, and each one was a true shot. Before I knew it, it was over, and I'd managed to pull a perfect score: five bullseyes out of five shots.

"Not bad, Princess," he said with a wolffish grin. "Not bad at all."


A.N. That was a pretty good length. Did you guys like it? Tell me in a review! Clove is ordering you to while twirling a knife in her hands.

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