Cato and Clove- I don't love you but I always will

Alternate Universe

Clove's P.O.V

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. God, why do I have to get up? I slowly pull my hand out of my soft, warm comforter and hit the snooze button. I sit up and look around my nearly empty room. Oh, now I remember why I have to get up. I have to let the movers move my bed from comfy, sweet Nebraska to stupid undesirable California. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and slip them into some black, fuzzy slippers. I hear a yelp from down the hall. I stand up and cautiously walk down the hallway. Fists clenched just in case a bozo crazy guy tries to jump out and kill me. Luckily, it was just my mom who stepped on Peanut Butter's tail. Yes, I did name my dog Peanut Butter. "Oh my god! I am so sorry P.B.! Clove, you're awake. Good, we need to get you're bed in the moving truck". Oh no, here we go again. The talk about how I'm going to love California. Yeah right. "Clove sweetie, you are going to love your new life. There will be a new house, new neighbors, and cute guys. Well, new cute guys". Mom wiggles her eyebrows. I laugh. It's ok for her to talk to me about boys and stuff now because I am almost 17. "Sounds….ok". Oh crap! I should not have said that. Mom frowns at me. "What do you mean ok? It's great, it's amazing. Honey, the only friends you have here are your cousins and you know that". I sigh. I wish she would stop giving me this lecture. I like it here. California is full of Barbie dolls and movie stars. "Now go to your room while we wait for the movers. We will talk about this later". Then, my mom turns around and walks downstairs. I turn around and walk to my room. This is going to be a long move.