Cato POV

~2 hours ago~

I followed Clove out of the cafeteria after her little outburst. She was moving pretty fast. She was walking around for a while around the academy going nowhere particular. I made sure to stay a ways behind her, not notifying her that I was there. I knew from experience, because of my mom. It's always good to let them cool down before you confront them, or else you get slapped in the face. And I have a feeling Clove would be no exception.

I see her begin to turn another corner when she suddenly stops.

"Chloe?" I hear her ask. I watch as she slowly walks towards her sister.

Chloe had quite a reputation here as far as I'm told. She is one of the top fighters and the prettiest, but she's quite snobby. Her parents always gave her what she wanted. She was a spoiled brat! If she didn't get what she wanted she would freak out! Literally. One time Josh Anderson, the guy she has a huge crush on, asked her best friend Jolicia out on a date. She just went crazy. She started throwing every kind of weapon she could find and started throwig it around the training room. She injured 3 students and 5 instructors. Afterwards she hunted down Jolicia and broke her leg.

She was always jealous of her brother, because he was such a good fighter. That's why she never talks about her family. I never even knew she had a sister. I find it amazing how different her and Clove are. Chloe's a tall, blonde girl, who is spoiled beyond belief and probably the meanest person ever. She is very disruptive and is always seeking attention. Where as Clove is short and cute in her own way. Quiet, yet loud. She stays in the shadows but is still noticed. She's the complete opposite.

I begin to hear Chloe screaming at her sister about how she;s a failure and no one wants her. I can't believe she's doing that! I peek around the corner just in time to see Chloe push Clove against the wall, hard. Now Clove's crying. I want to go over there and beat Chloe into a bloody pulp and tell her not to be so mean. But then I would be intruding into someone else's business. And that's not right, as my Mom would say. Just watching them fight (well, watching Chloe destroy her sister with her nasty words) is intruding.

Clove stands up and starts running towards me. I don't have time to decide if I should run or stay before Clove runs into me. She looks up and I can see the pain in her eyes. They're filled with tears and heartbreak and sadness. Her sister is horrible! She runs past me, hitting me with her shoulder in the process.

I can only imagine the pain she's going through right now. I hear her sister getting up, and I quickly bolt down the hallway. If Chloe Davis found out I saw her in a moment of weakness, she would kill me! And I don't mean metaphorically.

Clove POV

~Present Time~

I finally cried all of tears away, I didn't think it was possible. I get up off the bed and walk into my bathroom. I am barely able to see my reflection in the mirror, I'm too short. My face is all puffy and my eyes are all red. I turn on the tap and splash some water onto my face. That always makes me feel better, somehow. I go back into my room and look at the clock 2:30.

Well, I guess I should grab my bags and go down to the lobby. My parents said they would come to pick me and Chloe up at 2:30. I grab my pink duffel bag and black back-pack and walk downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs I spot my Mother sitting on a couch holding her head in her hands. I jog down the stairs to see what's wrong with Mom.

"Momma? What's wrong?" I ask as I sit down beside her

"Oh, hello Clove" She says as she looks up "Dad's outside, um...having a 'talk' with Chloe"

"'Bout what?" I say even though I think I know the answer.

"Well, your father's not very happy that your sister didn't get the slot for the volunteer role" She says rather calmly

"Oh yeah, that" I mumble

"You knew?" She asks with bewilderment

"Yeah, Chloe had a little 'talk' with me about it" I say. Although I would much rather say 'Chloe had a tantrum about it and took it out on me'.

"Oh" Is all she can say.

We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes until Papa comes storming in.

"Let's go" He says gruffly as he picks up my duffel bag. Me and Mother quickly follow behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. As we are walking out the door I see a big family of blondes standing in a corner. I never even noticed them. I'm just getting into Papa's truck when I see the family emerging from the academy. I spot 2 little children, 1 girl and 1 boy. Probably twins. There's a tall lady holding a little baby in her arms and father walking beside a boy. I almost immediately realize that the boy is Cato. That must be his family. Papa starts the car and drives away.

"Hey" I say realizing we're missing someone "Where's Chloe?"

"Gone. I told her that she's not needed anymore and kicked her out. I told her that we don't want to see her or hear from her ever again" Papa says keeping his eyes on the road the whole time.

"You did what? You can't just tell our daughter that you never want to see her again and break all ties with her" Mom freaks out

"Laurel!" Papa shouts "Never doubt me! I know what's best! I gave her one simple task and if she can't do that I want nothing to do with her"

Now I understand why Chloe was so upset. I can't say that I will miss my sister, she never payed me any attention to me. But I still don't agree with my Papa. He's always so concerned about his pride, his dignity.

We reach our house on the opposite end of the city. It's a one story, white painted house with a big backyard with a hot-tub. I got a letter 2 weeks ago from my Papa saying that we will be moving a week after training is done. Our new house was on the richer side of district 2, over 30 blocks away from our current home.

I run inside into my bedroom and slam the door shut. I lay on my bed and take in everything in the room. My soft, but dusty, green quilt feels soft under my touch. The open window letting fresh air into the small room creates a nice smell. The soft yellow paint on the wall makes the whole room seem brighter. My shelf full of toys and books brightens up the room.

"Ah, it's good to be home" I sigh. I open up my duffel bag and start to unpack. I throw every single piece of clothing into the laundry. All of my coloring books have been used up so they get thrown in the garbage. My toys get put on the shelf and my books get tucked under my bed.

I walk out of my room into the living room where my Papa is watching television.

"Papa, what will our new house be like?" I ask sweetly

"Well, Clove. I'm not sure of all the details, but I do know that it will be a lot bigger" He says stretching his arm around my shoulders.

My favorite show "The Talk" is on now. It's completely full of gossip, secrets and lies. Mother hates it. But Papa thinks it's very entertaining. A picture of a pretty blonde lady holding a small baby in her arms is showing and I can't help but say "Someday I want to be like her. Tall and pretty and have a family. And be on T.V. That would be super awesome!"

"Now, Clove. You will be able to have all that, but first you will have to win the Hunger Games so that you can make me and mother proud, unlike your brother and sister" He says sternly

"Yes Papa" I answer. I no longer feel like watching T.V. and go back to my room to grab my skipping rope and go into the backyard. I figure that Mother must have gone to pick up food for supper, since I haven't seen her since I got home and her car is gone.

So, what does everybody think? Next chapter will be set when Clove is moving into her new house. Remember, IDEAS! Review please. :] [