User blog:Pierulesnotyou/The story of Cashmere and Gloss

Hi. I don't do too much around here but I'm bored so I'll start this thing about Cashmere and Gloss. It will be like two separate stories as they both have different games. It starts in Cashmere's POV then switches to Gloss's during his games. I might not ever finish this so I'll start now.

Life in District 1
District one, best place ever. I may be only 8 but I know there is no place better than here. Me and my younger brother, Gloss, have lived in our huge house since we were born. I have always wanted to be a jeweler as I will do anything to make things pretty for the Capitol and (possibly) the lesser districts. Gloss wants to be a Goldsmith but what does he know? He's only 6 too young to do anything worthwhile. After a year, I no longer wanted to be a jeweler. I was going to be a victor. The best one district 1 has ever seen. We have had really, really, really bad luck in the games lately. One tribute dies in the bloodbath while the other is killed in the top 8. The death I hated the most was when Cecelia and a female tribute from 1, Emerald, were fighting to the death. Emerald had stabbed Cecelia and thought she was going to bleed to death so she turned. Cecelia grabbed the knife in one last effort and threw it into Emerald's neck. I hated it and promised to rip every district 8 tribute apart. They would never last another second when I was mentoring. At career training, I worked harder than everyone. "Who's this little victor?" everyone always asked. Gloss always tried to copy me and wasn't very bad himself. He was great with a knife while I could use most weapons. That's the beginning of my life, all I did was train.