Here's the hunger games from catos point of view, as well as I can. I'm going for accurate, not funny, but I might include something about peanut butter (yes I've read Clove1001's cato POV)well anyway enough introduction, here it is:
Chapter one. The reaping
I listened carefully to District Two's escort, Mladra.
"Clove," she called out. Great, I think, that girl's pretty, I've liked her since I was ten. I can't kill her. Then Mladra goes over to the glass ball full of boys' names.
She calls out the name of some loser no one cares about, and I lunge forward to volunteer. I won't let Clove being called effect whether or not I go. Since I'm 18, this is my last chance to go into the arena. Obviously I have to go in, I've been training for years. I heads up to the stage. This is my time. I am so gonna win these games, even if it means Clove's death. I shake Her hand. I picture myself killing her, and immediately get that out of my mind, it would be too hard, I'll have to make sure someone else does.
More to come later