Chapter II
I woke up in the morning to the smell of bacon. "Who is cooking bacon?" I asked. "ME!" Clove replied. We ate breakfast and talked about what happened three years ago. "It was scary. I didn't know if I would have survived if Peeta wasn't there." Cato confessed. "Don't look at me like I'm some fearless person. That was really scary." I told the group. As we finished breakfast, Cato headed over to the mess hall. "This is where he killed my brother." Cato said. "What are you talking about Cato? Clove asked. "Remember when we were here and a camper came, then got a machete rammed through his chest? That was my brother." Cato replied. Everyone went silent. "Cato, why didn't you tell us earlier?" I asked. He said nothing. I walked off, looking for the hockey mask that Clove found so long ago.
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