The dance hall was dark and illuminated by coloured candels. A loud, classical orchestra played and in a U shape there were tables of food and refreshments. There was a large area in which many couples in fancy outfits danced. It took my breath away as I'd passed here only this morning. Ballons and streamers were strung up and a fancy banner read "Welcome Capitol!"
I saw my father in an old grey suit and Callie and Vincent. Callie dressed in a green, short silk dress with a messy bun and Vincent in a dark grey suit. I sit down on a couch and sigh. I sometimes feel like I don't belong in a place like a party. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and try to blend into the wall. I see the Capitol royalty walk in and it takes every ounce of my strength not to burst out laughing. Queen Enboria wears a long, red silk ballgown and King Brutus wear a black tuxedo with a red rose and his hair gelled back. Cato wears a tuxedo that matches his father and is currently being scolded by his mother for not doing anything with his hair. Lola wears a pretty, red silk part dress and is twirling in circles causing people to coo over her cutness. She is pretty cute. Cato walks off from his Mum, clearly not listning to her. He sees me, smirks, and decides to come over and ruin my life some more.
"Hey Princess Clover." I glare at him and he chuckles. I really hate that nickname. "Hey, that is not a very nice look." he fake scolds and I roll my eyes. "Come on, I know you love me really." He laughs and I just fix an even harder glare on him. "Ow Clover, that hurt right there he." he says motioning to his heart. "Why you in such a bad mood Clover?" I finally decide that maybe if I talk to him, he'll go away.
"I really hate parties." I say "I've never really seen the point of it." He seems to have a light-bulb moment.
"Wanna ditch i then?" He asks, holding out his hand "I want to get out of here before my Mum gives me another hair lecture." I think to myself, why not? I can just ditch him when we're out of the doors. I hesitantly take his hand and with a firm grip he leads me out of the ballrooom. Still holding my hand in a tight grip he leads me to an empty classroom away from the party. There goes my ditching plan.
"Are you actually still mad at me Clover?" I frown slightly.
"What?" He rolls his eyes.
"Your barely saying anything." I think to all the reasons that I don't like Cato.
Flashback to 10 years ago.
A young Cato and Clove sit in a room while their parents talk about baby things. Cato's parents have finally got pregnant after 9 years.
"Hey, Princess Clover, look at what I can do!" Says Cato as he does a pit fart. It is one of his greatest achievements and 8 year old him is very proud of himself.
"Ewwwww." complains 5 year old Clove as she wrinkles her noes in digust. 8 year old Cato just laughs at her reaction and is rewarded for this by a pillow in the face.
Flashback 9 years
"And look at how her left hand clenches and unclenches while she sleeps!" exclaims Queen Enboria holding new-born Princess Lola as she sleeps. 6 year old Clove and 9 year old Cato have retreated to the gardens after creepy baby talk. 9 year old Cato looks at 6 year old Clove as she readjusts her new tiara. He decides that he'll take it because he's sure that her reaction will be funny. He grabs her tiara and holds it above her head.
"Give it back Cato." 6 year old Clove yells as she chases him around the garden while 9 year old Cato laughs at her reaction. He certainly did find it funny. Cloves height is small even for a 6 year old and Cato knows that however much she runs and however high she jumps she'll not get it back. After constant chasing Cato plops the tiara back onto Cloves head. She scowls at him and readjusts it again as he put it on wonky. He laughs at her.
Flashback 5 years
13 year old Cato has somehow, miraculously managed to convince 10 year old Clove to come riding in the woods with him. (He had offered her a lot of candy but he had conveniently forgotten that he'd eaten it all.) They end up getting lost and Cato scares away the horse, so they're left defenceless lost in the wood. Cato thought he knew what way they'd come so he drags Clove along with him through a particularly muddy and brambled area. They end up making it back to the castle 7 hours later and Cloves new dress was caked in mud and torn in many places. You could not see any of the gorgeous forrest green dress she'd been given for her birthday. It had been made out of silk, was comfortable and one of the few dresses that Clove had ever liked. She had been given a long lecture and been banished to her room with-out chocolate cake, the worst punishment imaginable.
Flashback 2 years
13 year old Clove had been a bridesmaid for Callie and 16 year old Cato had attended the ceremony. Afterwards he caught up with Clove. He hadn't seen her in 3 years and he secretly had always had a little crush on her.
"You look really pretty." Cato told Clove. She wore a white dress covered in feathers and was incredibly sticky-outy. She did in fact look like a clown on a bad day but Cato wasn't talking about the dress. Much to Cato's suprise she scowled at him.
"Shut it Capitol." she sneered. She began to walk off before she turned to face him. "And you still owe me a lot of candy and a new dress." He never did give her either.
