I sat on the oversized bed of my room, knees up to my chin. The television blared in front of me, the reapings being replayed. But my mind wasn't directed towards the screen calling up names of children who I would soon be killing, although it should be, to size up my competition for the Games. Hell, what am I talking about competition for? None of these tributes could possibly match my skills.

Exept maybe one.

My district partner, Cato. Huge compared to my slight frame, bulky muscle and full of sheer power. A strong, detirmined look always on his face, ferocity swimming in his blue eyes. And though I hate to admit it, his fighting abilities easily match mine.

The one advantage I had over him was that my knives could kill from a distance- his sword would require a close fight. Normally, I would be able to get rid of him from a distance.

But my circumstances aren't normal.

I'm in love with Cato.

And how am I supposed to kill the one and only person I love in this world?

Killing my own family would be easier than even the thought of killing Cato. Because killing him would be killing this big part of me, this beautiful part of me. The part of me that could love someone. Love someone so much that it completely contradicts the way I was raised- that the Games were this wonderful thing, that they would bring me fame, and that maybe my parents wouldn't be so hard on me when I won.

They were reaping District 7 now, as my thoughts were interrupted by my door opening, a strong, muscled arm showing.