So this is my take on Clove's goodbyes before she leaves for the Games. I don't own any of the characters, or the Hunger Games in a whole. Reviews are appreciated. :)
I sit in the formal room alone, waiting for my visitors to come in and say goodbye. A few friends from the institute come in and slip out just as quickly. I remember past District victors saying that the goodbyes were the most mundane, arid part of the Games. Only then do I hear my Anin's voice approaching. Well, this won't be dull.
The mahogany door opens smoothly, leading in my sister and a peacekeeper. Just as every time before, he says, "Three minutes," in a firm voice then exits once again.
As soon as the door is shut, Anin turns to me; red-faced and furious.
"How could you do that? After all the time you've spent training! Do you want to throw all of that away? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why-"
"Anin, I made my decision! Badgering me about it won't change anything. I'm going to the Capitol." I state, trying to calm her, but also to appear more mature in her eyes.
For the next few moments, the room is hushed, aside from Anin's heavy breathing. "Why? Just tell me why. Please."
I think that's the first time she's ever said that word to me. "I didn't want to wait, Anin. I'm ready now. I'm sure of it. You taught me so well; I'm above everyone at least two years ahead of me."
I don't know what I was expecting from her; maybe the harsh expression to abscond her face, her hazel eyes to soften, their gaze to leave the burgundy carpet. Nevertheless, she remains staring at the ground, as if she's waiting for something.
I yearn to say that something, whatever it is that she needs to hear. I just need her to look at me before I go. But all too soon, the swings open and the Peacekeeper ambles in. "Time's up."
My sister turns to the peacekeeper, nods, and then she faces me with a disgusted look on her face. "Good Luck, Clove."
Those were the last words she said to me.