The Reaping day means nothing to him.
He's fourteen now, and his name has yet to be drawn out of the large clear bowl, so Cato is one of the children that feels invincible, even for that one moment when another's name is called. He watches as the boy walks tremblingly up to the platform where their District's representative is waiting, along with the female Tribute. Cato smirks and adjusts his shirt. Another year gone, and he's still in his District. He'll grow stronger, and he'll win the Games, should he ever be Reaped.
But not now. He's too young, he decides. He can put up with his hellish home for a little while, if only to grow stronger to win the Games and finally earn some praise from his parents. The crowds begin to disperse as the Reaping ends, and Cato shoves his hands in his pockets, trailing after the other boys towards the town, away from the square. He spots one of the Caesar twins walking away, curls bouncing as he trots towards his sister, and