Disclaimer: I just want to say I do not own any of these characters, and all rights go to Suzanne Collins
Clove POV
I run down the alley, sobbing. I don't believe it, I won't believe it! My parents are not dead! I suddenly hit something hard. I look up from the ground and my eyes meet a lamp post. My eyes catch something a bit farther. A group of kids around my age, maybe 2-3 years older. They are all laughing together. I look around to see what they are laughing at, but this just riles them up more. Suddenly, it hits me. They are laughing at me. A tall blonde boy cups his hands around his mouth and yells out to me
"Something wrong with your eyesight there midget?(A.N I mean no offense to people, I am sorry if you take any)" Him and his friends begin to fall over laughing so hard. Something in me changes at that moment. My fists clench, and I am no longer that poor innocent little girl with the knowledge her parents are dead, and with no friends. I am Clove, the small girl who vows for revenge. I know now, that I have a group of enemies in mind. At this thought, an evil grin appears on my face. As their laughing continues, I get up and brush the dust off of myself. I give a sickly sweet smile to them, and turn whipping my long brown hair behind me as I go.
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