Thread:Morar2000/@comment-4506597-20120531181309/@comment-4780859-20120531182737

Yoyo, what do you think of this for the first paragraph for my Clato story?

I emerge from the Capitol train, Cato by my side. We smile at each other, but somehow, I can’t help hating him. He knew I‘d volunteer as tribute and he went and did the same. It’ll probably end up him and I fighting to the death. He can be so stupid at times! When he turns away to wave at all of our adoring fans, I scowl at him. But even though I try as hard as I can to hate him, I just can’t. There’s always been a part inside of me that’s loved him. No matter what he does, I’ll always love him. Forever and always. And I know that deep inside him, he loves me too.