'I'll never let you go' Chapter 1Clove'I'll never let you go' Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, congratulations. It means that you've overlooked the stereotypical 'Careers' the Fire Girl made us out to be in her book and are curious to find out more about us. Me and Cato, that is. You see, when you watch the Games you only get one side of the story. You see the story the Gamemakers write, the story they dictate. And when you've read the books, you only get Fire Girl's perspective on it, which, let's be honest, is a little biased. So, Cato and I are going to tell you our story, our way, our Games. But to start with, we'll have to take you to District 2.
Cato says I can tell about our childhoods. I suppose for him there's not much to tell. He's the eldest child of Darien and Eliza Burgh who were pretty well off; Darien being the youngest son of a previous Victor. He worked in a munitions factory as a supervisor, while Eliza stayed home with the children. There were three, all boys, Cato, Aiden and Saul, with two years between each respectfully. Darien
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 2Much to my father's dismay, I survived the winter and the next one too. My mother scrimped and saved her pennies left over from her dresses to buy me extra food and rich milk to fatten me up. It worked. By the time she died from exhaustion when I was two, there was no way my father could claim I was weak, although I was still small. I can't remember my mother but I know she must have loved me a lot, because why else would my sisters have been so jealous of me? Certainly not for my looks. No, the only conclusion I can draw is that our mother had a special favouritism for me that they envied. Which didn't do me any favours, actually.'I'll never let you go' Chapter 23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
After Mum died, Dad let himself go. It was easier to drown his sorrows in gin and morphling than to acknowledge that he had six hungry daughters at home, waiting for him to return. Rose and Laurel stepped up to the role of housekeepers pretty well; they were bright enough to be able to ration our money enough to tie us over to Dad's next pay day. Well, until