Clove Kentwell is just your average girl. She lives in a normal house with a somewhat scary boyfriend, which taught her to be tough. But when her father strikes it rich can she learn to move on? Will she be happy with her new friends, or will the a certain someone drag her in? And by the end, can she fight hatred against friendship and love, or will things ever be the same? All rights to Suzanne Collins

"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wrong somewhere. I'm not supposed to feel this way. About the arena, about the people I'm hurting in here, and about you. But I do." "We're Careers. They don't expect us to feel anything," I say softly, knowing the risk those words carry even before I say them out loud. But I don't care. "Then they got us wrong." The Careers of the 74th Hunger Games were more than ruthless killers. Katniss knew them as the villains, bred to kill, ready to win. But this was far from the truth... ||#3 in #CLATO|| ||#1 in #GLARVEL|| (This is a Glarvel/Clato fanfic. I'm also changing the story of the original Hunger Games books) Currently editing and improving my writing style. NOT changing anything about the story/characters/events, so don't worry! It's exactly the same book, just written slightly better :) **THE HUNGER GAMES BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS, AND SO DO MOST OF THE CHARACTERS** Cover image not mine

Fifteen year old Clove Kentwell has been reaped for the seventy fourth annual hunger games but she's in with the only person who's ever cared about her, Cato Hadley, but in the games, friendship turns into something more than they expected... Advance warning from seventeen year old me- I wrote this when I was eleven years old, I promise you it's not an illiterate read so please don't expect it to be