A/N: Here's Clove. I've always liked her, so I hope I did her justice.
CLOVE, THE OBSIDIAN GIRL
She's pretty enough. She's good enough. She's satisfying enough. She's never been more, she's always just been enough. When she wasn't old enough, she got onto that stage anyway, grinning like a murderer while her heart leaped out of her chest. She looks pretty, but not prettier than some. She's not sexy like the girl from 1. She's not on fire like that girl from 12. She wants to be on fire. She wants to be adored. She wants to be remembered. When the gong rings, she lets it all go, and hopes that that will be enough for them.