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Train-Clove POV

Suddenly Effie bursts into the room with an angry look on her face.

"Girls what on earth do you think you're doing both of you screaming like a maniac! Where are your manners poor Haymich is having to suffer with your yelling while he is having a terribly headache. Now talk quietly you two we will be nearly there anyway Clove so get ready. Manners now girls." Effie lectures again. But when she closes the door behind her me and Katniss just burst out laughing.

"Oh! Where are my manners Clove dear! We need to find the boys and you need to tell-"

"Don't even say it OK, like I said before if I like him I now I am not sure but if I am then eventually I guess I will fall for him so for now we are faking it!" I say storming of to my room tough not to sulk or anything because Clove Jase never cries like never. Instead I go to change clothes to something more suitable knowing there will be cameras in two shooting the footage of my reunion/goodbye with my family. So I just put on a nice blue dress with a leather brown belt and some black pedant shoes.

I as I walk out of the train and into the nicely clean train station of I am greeted with the ringing noise the crowd chanting my name and Cato's. My parents stand there in front of me unlike Cato's who stand among his two brothers and three sisters, my family is one of the very few with one child since the more you have the more kids you get to enter the games and win.

"Clove! Well done! Me and your father are very proud of you but we heard that you'll be living in twelve instead is that true?" My mother asks with a concerned look on her face, she must be thinking I made the decision but even if I was meant to go bake to two I would've of chose to go to twelve anyway.

"Yes mum I am sorry but there is no more room in the victor's village so they have allocated me to twelve I am going to miss you but I'll be back every year, for the games." I say turning to my father who seems less pleased. Of course his daughter has just won with some new friends but these friends are from twelve and he never liked twelve always looking down on it. Well now they have two victors and probably even if we didn't team up with them Katniss and Peeta would have still won because they are strong like us.

"Clove I am proud of you but did you have to really team up with those useless twelve idiots!" My father exclaims loudly attracting the attention of the overpowering coloured Capitol film crew who come rushing over wanting to see what is going on. My dad just gives me an evil glare but my mother even in this situation remains smiling at the camera I give my mother one last hug and a kiss and turn my back away from them and board the train. My dad could at least be happy of my friends even if he normally hates twelve he should at least try to like them for the sake of myself.

"Hey Clove are you alright? I'm sorry about what happened in two and just to tell you my mum and dad approve of you." Cato jokes joining me at the seat at the back of the train that has a big window so you can see the outside and see peeks of the other districts.

"I'm sorry but I just don't like you in that way Cato. I talked to Katniss about it and like I said to her, I might like you now and not know it but eventually if we are meant to be I'll realise it and I guess we could be together." I say looking out of the window not wanting to face Cato's face bearing what I can guess is a disappointed expression.

"So it was all for the games?" He asks and I slowly nod my head in reply.

We draw near to the dirty train station of twelve and Effie escorts us out and onto the station to face the roaring crowd of twelve and even though me and Cato are not form here they still chant our names along with the now the famous Katniss and Peeta who seem to be trapped in a circle of people. But they are attached like glue shoulders touching and hands linked tightly unlike me and Cato who are standing probably a foot away from each other.

"One more time for the audience?" Cato says extending a hand out for me.

I take his hand warm soft hand into mine, dreading the moment when I have to let go.

The End