A/N: Hey guys, sorry this update took so long. I hope you enjoy and please review. If you liked it I'd LOVE to know and if you didn't I'd still love to know what I can do better. Thanks? :)

Clove made it back into her bedroom just as her father and mother entered the house.

"Clove?" her mother called. "We're back, come say hi to your father." Clove's father had just gotten back from District Eleven where he had been doing some sort of secret peacekeeper business. Both of Clove's parents were peacekeepers but her mother did mainly paperwork and her father worked mainly in the field.

"Be down in a minute," Clove yelled back. She stuck the mysterious stack of photos under her mattress and bounded down the stairs.

"Hello Clove," her father greeted, hugging her tersely.

"Hi daddy," Clove's dad was a tall muscular man with a clean shaved face, well-oiled salt and pepper hair, and stern features. Both of her parents were older, in their fifties, but the physical similarities stopped there. Her mother was a short thin woman with black hair that was dyed perfectly so no grey was showing.

"What's that?" her dad asked pointing to a small glob of the muscle relief gel she had applied earlier that day.

"Umm, it's nothing," Clove lied, cursing herself for not noticing the gel sitting right on her collarbone.

"Don't lie to me Clove," her father demanded grabbing her arm with an iron grip.

"Let's go eat dinner," her mother suggested. Clove was glad for the distraction and she yanked her arm out from her father's grip. Once her whole family was seated around the dinner table her mother tried and failed at starting awkward a few conversations about the weather, Hatchet, and every other meaningless conversation topic under the sun. Finally she found a topic everyone could settle on, Clove's career training.

"So testing starts tomorrow, are you ready?" she asked.

"Duh," Clove snorted and instantly regretted it. She could feel her parents' eyes boring into her as she stared at her precisely portioned plate. "I just mean, of course I'm ready," she corrected. "Besides its just health I can't prepare or anything."

"True, you can't get taller overnight," her dad snarled. Clove let out a tiny sigh, she was used to her father being hard on her but this was intense even for him. Clove had always been one of the smallest careers but it's not like she could change that. Clove wolfed down the rest of her dinner, excused herself and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Clove's room has huge and smelled of her flowery but strangely spicy perfume. In the left corner rested a four poster bed with a black comforter, red sheets, and a huge pile of red and black pillows. Across from the bed was a dark wood bureau containing the clothes that didn't fit inside her closet. Catty-corner to the old bureau was a sleek black desk with a bulletin board filled with a calendar, notes about important things, test she did well of, and pictures of herself. She sat down at the purple desk chair and let out a huge sigh. The purple chair stuck out like a District Twelve kid in a pack of careers in her black and red room. It was left over from when she was younger and her room was all royal purple. It was old and faded but it was so comfortable she could never bring herself to throw it away.

Clove absentmindedly flipped through the pages of her study guide for the written portion of testing on the third day. Everyone knew the written tests designed to test your knowledge didn't matter very much in your overall score, everyone, that is, except for Clove's parents. Clove studied late into the night memorizing poisonous plants and different pressure points on the human body. It finally got to the point where she couldn't keep her head up or her eyelids open. She drowsily shrugged into some pajamas and flopped down in bed. She was pulled into a deep sleep even before her head hit the pillow.

When her eyelids fluttered open again she was no longer in her own bed. She was in a box of some sort built of heavy wood and padded with velvet on the interior. She suddenly realized it was a coffin and jolted upwards. Instead of hitting her head on the lid she went straight through it. She looked down and inspected her body which was now floating slightly towards the ceiling. Her skin was stark white and got more transparent the farther down her body she looked. Her hair was lose and she was wearing a plain gray frock. She looked around the plain room and saw her parents standing around the coffin she had just come out of. They weren't crying or mourning in any way, they were just standing there. They each shook their heads a few times and exited the room.

THUMP! A noise emitted from the coffin. It sounded a lot like a heartbeat. THUMP! It came again and again louder until Clove could no longer resist the urge to open the coffin. She already knew what she would find but still gasped when she saw it. There in the coffin rested her own body lying peacefully in the velvet dressed in the same gray frock. The thumping continued on and on until Clove jolted up drenched in sweat and in her own bed again.

THUMP! Clove yelped wondering why the thumping had followed her into the waking world. The next thump was accompanied by the shattering of glass as a rock flew straight through Clove's bedroom window.

Hope you enjoyed. Any theories about the rock in the window OR the face in the photograph from the last chapter.