Disclaimer: Most of you guys said I should write more chapters of Clove and Cato as younger kids so here is chapter 4 where you get to meet Cloves roommate.

The rest of the night past in the blur. After I agreed to be friends with Cato he swiftly exited the room leaving to get yelled at by an instructor I'd never meet before turning up in the gym and telling me I shouldn't be here out of hours. Luckily though I got away without any form of punishment, all I had to do was play up the new girl act and pretend that I'd got lost on the way back from dinner. They seemed to buy it and left me to my own devices to find my room after telling me what direction to go in.

Once I got to my room I continued to read a book I'd started yesterday called Divergent that I'd got just before coming to the academy. Apparently it was an old book from before the Dark Days that belonged to my neighbours' ancestors. Apparently they'd never read it and they decided to give it to me as a going away present. I tried to get lost in the world of Tris Prior and forget my own problems that I'd managed to make myself an enemy within only being here for a few days.

I slowly started to drift off but my mind wouldn't allow me to fully sleep. Instead images of Cato the friend I had made today flooded my mind. He really was a strange character. I still didn't understand why he had offered to be my friend; I was just a small new eight year old girl whilst he was already stronger than some of the older trainees at only the age of 11.

When I did finally manage to succumb to slumber it felt like I had only been asleep for a couple of hours before somebody was poking the right side of me. I quickly turned on my bed to see Krat staring at me. I wanted to shout at him for waking me up at such a stupid hour but when I looked over to my clock on my bed side stand I realised I had only been woken up half an hour before I was supposed to.

"Morning Clove, there's someone we need you to meet," he spoke whilst something moved ever so slightly behind him. I rubbed my hands over my eyes to try and wake up properly when a small girl only about an inch taller than me appeared from behind Krat. The first thing I noticed was the cast on her leg and instantly I knew who she was even though I didn't know her name.

"Clove this is Azalea. Azalea this is Clove your roommate," Krat said as he pointed between me and the girl.

"Hi," she said quietly as she extended her hand. I shook it quickly and replied with a simple hello.

"Ok well I'm going to leave you two girls to it, remember that breakfast is in 45 minutes girls," Krat shouted as he started to walk out the door before finally slamming it shut.

The girl in front of me had long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes that could rival Cato on how nice a shade of blue they are. She wore the simply gym wear that we're forced to wear and she had a smile on her face that seemed real and friendly.

Azalea stood there awkwardly for a moment and she contemplated saying something but deciding not to and instead started to unpack her belongings on the other bed on the other side of the room. I wanted to say something but I wasn't sure what to say. The girl standing in front of me with her back to me seemed nice from first impressions but I'm pretty sure she was probably annoyed that she'd had to give up having a room to herself to have to share with me.

"It's nice here isn't it," she finally spoke. "Well most of the time it is."

"I guess," was all I could reply.

"So your names Clove then?" She asked as she turned to look at me. "That's a pretty intimidating name you've got."

"Really? I've never thought of it like that."

"Don't tell me, you're skilled with knifes," I nodded quickly. "I knew it, it's fitting for your name." She smiled back at me.

"I'm just going to use the shower of that's okay with you," I asked, it would be weird to have to get used to sharing things. Over the past few days I'd come used to just doing what I wanted whenever without having to think about anyone else.

"That's fine, I've already had one today."

I muttered an okay and thanks and made my way to the small bathroom and showered as quickly as possible. I'm not sure why I did this as I had plenty of time to spare as I'd gotten up early, I guess I didn't want Azalea to think I was avoiding her. Once I was done I got changed into some simple gym wear and went back into the room to see Azalea perched on the end of her bed. I could tell she wanted to ask something so I leaned against the door awaiting her words. Unsurprisingly she spoke straight away

"Why have you come here now?" She asked. "I don't mean to sound rude it's just that people don't normally join the academy at our age." Azalea seemed nice enough which meant I felt like I could tell her the truth. Well not all the truth but still I wouldn't be lying.

"My mother died seven months ago, so my father shipped me off here." I tried to reply calmly.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's fine, I'd rather be here than home right now anyway."

"Well I'd rather be home than here. Not that I don't like talking to you, you seem like a nice girl really. It's just that I have no hope here, I mean look at me," she said pointing to the cast on her leg. "If I could defend myself than I wouldn't be in this mess would I?"

Once again my curiosity got the better of me as I asked her what happened for her to end up with what I can only guess to be a broken bone in part of her lower left leg.

"Sara happened," she announced.

"Sara did this to you?" I replied.

"Well technically not Sara but she's the reason it happened to me."

"So she doesn't like you either then?"

"Well ever since I accidentally threw a knife in her direction and missed her head by only a few inches we haven't exactly gotten on well."

"They did this to you because your aim isn't great?"

"That's one way of looking at it, and yes. I got on the wrong side of her and this is how I pay for it."

"They did get in trouble for this didn't they?" I ask but I had a feeling I already knew the answer and when Azalea shook her head I knew I was right.

"Amazingly they managed to make it look like an accident, they claimed that I'd fallen down the stairs and as it was all of them against one I didn't stand a chance at proving them wrong."

"I'm so sorry for what happened," I whispered.

"It's okay; I guess I'll just have to watch my back around here now,"

"Must've been a hard decision to come back here."

"I didn't get a say in the matter, once you sign up to the academy you can't leave until you're at least eleven," she replied back. "Come on, I'm starving, let's go and get some breakfast."

She pulled me off my bed and linked her arm with mine. As she pulled me out of our room and down the corridor I can't help but think how hard this must be for her. She's been forced to come back to the school where a group of kids attacked her. On the outside she doesn't seem to care and she brushes over the past but I can tell that on the inside it's eating her alive knowing that she's is going to be forced to train with her attackers once more.

It will be different now though, I'll make sure of that. Sara may be two years older than me and as manipulative as Cato makes out she is but now me and Azalea are a team. We'll protect each other. Well I hope we will anyway. If that's what Sara did to her just because she accidentally threw her knife in the wrong direction then what would happen to me.

After a few minutes of walking the school floors we arrived in the academy canteen. I looked up from where we were standing to my usual table where Cato was sitting. As I looked into his eyes though I watched as his expression changed from joy to sorrow. We grabbed our food and headed I pointed over to the table I'd been sitting at for the past week.

"You're friends with Cato?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that,"

"Well at least my cousin finally made a friend."

What did she just say? By the time what Azalea had said finally sunk in we had arrived at the small table where Cato scowled at the two of us stood there.

"Nice to see you again Azalea," Cato said as he ignored me. Both Azalea and I sat down as her and Cato started to talk about their family and her accident. I wasn't included in the discussion and tried to distract myself with my food. Nothing could district me as even though Cato wasn't talking to me he spent all of breakfast glaring at me and let me tell you whatever I had done to annoy him he was doing a very good job at hiding how angry he was.

A/N: What did you think of Azalea? I'm not a hundred percent sure I like this chapter but I wasn't sure how else to introduce Azalea. Anyway next chapter will explain why Cato is so angry. Oh and sorry for the lack of Clato in this chapter but they'll be plenty of the two of them in the next chapter. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter and if you have any ideas about what you think could happen in the future of this fic then don't be afraid to tell me via review. Thanks for reading so far.