[DISCONTINUED] Fragments: A modern Clato Fanfiction

Chapter 5

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She desperately searched her brain for any memory of the events that happened before she went to the orphanage. Nothing. For all she knew, the orphanage building was her mother, and the floor was her father. Cato stared into her eyes confusedly. Clove got stuck in his eyes. She felt like tendrils were coming out of Cato's dark blue eyes, pulling her in.

NOW:

[FLASHBACK]

It was the first day of first grade, a whole new school. Clove was heading towards her classroom, wearing a sweater that her mother had knitted for her. She sat down in her seat in her homeroom, with Mr. Andrews.

A boy with messy blond hair and a big grin slid into the seat next to her. "Hi, I'm Cato Hadley!" he cried. "I'm Clove Kentwell," replied Clove. "Nice sweater," grinned Cato. "Thanks, my mother made it for me," said Clove.

As Clove was listening to Mr. Andrews talk about the school system, she suddenly felt a tug on her sweater. She turned around to see the boy behind her pulling a strand of it. Her sweater was coming loose.

She slapped the boy's hand away and whispered, "Stop it!". But the boy ignored her and kept reaching for her sweater. Clove felt tears forming in her eyes as she repeatedly slapped the boy's hand away.

Mr. Andrews turned around, and after seeing Clove slapping the boy's hand, he asked, "Miss Kentwell, Mr. Nicholo, is there a problem?" "Well, Mr. Andrews, this boy keeps pulling-" began Clove.

The boy cut her off. "Mr. Andrews!" he complained in a whiny voice. "She took my pencil and she won't give it back!" he whined, spilling tears drop by drop. Clove was incredulous. He was the one who practically unraveled her sweater into a ball of yarn!

"Is that true, Miss Kentwell?" asked the professor, frowning slightly. "No, he kept unraveling my sweater!" said Clove. The boy began to sob. "Please give Mr. Nicholo his pencil back," said Mr. Andrews.

"Wait!" yelled Cato. "It's true, he kept pulling on Clove's sweater!" he cried. Through blurry eyes, Clove smiled. The boy pouted. "But-" "Since there is a witness, we shall continue on with the introduction," said Mr. Andrews.

Clove could hear the boy sniffling all throughout the homeroom. What was his problem? He was the one who had attacked her, not Clove! She smiled at Cato. It seemed like she had made a new ally.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Clove bolted upright. She looked around dazedly. Worried faces looked back at her. What was the vision that she had just had? She had spent what was supposed to be her first year of school in the orphanage! And how did Cato do that?

She grabbed Cato by the collar and dragged him into the study room. She roughly shoved him against the wall. "How did you do that?" she demanded. "What was that? I don't have any memory of that! Are you magic? Oh who am I kidding, magic doesn't exist!" she practically screamed.

"Whoa, calm down," said Cato nervously. "Don't you lie to me, Katie," said Clove. "I know you did that." "First of all, why am I 'Katie'?" asked Cato. "And secondly, I didn't do anything! You just dropped to the floor when I said that we met each other when we were seven!" he huffed.

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Clove. "Anyway, what was that? I demand explanations by the end of the week, Hadley," she said, then let go of his collar. Cato dropped to the ground, breathing heavily.

Clove re-entered the living room and grabbed her bag of pencils, the ones that she had taken from the orphanage. She began to throw them at the curtains on the sofa, which was coincidentally the one that Gloss and Finnick were sitting on.

Finnick screamed like a little girl and rolled down from the sofa, accidentally squishing his bag of sugar cubes. He began to whimper. Gloss got kicked in the face by Finnick, and was on the ground, holding his bloody nose.

"What the hell was that, Kentwell?" yelled Gale, trapped underneath a cushion. Katniss and Johanna were trying to rescue him, but their attempts weren't successful. Clove threw another knife at Gale's cushion, and it rolled off.

Peeta and Glimmer were cowering behind Cashmere, who was trying to stop the constant flow of blood coming from Gloss's nose. Meanwhile, Annie was calmly feeding the remaining sugar cubes to Finnick, who was hyperventilating from sugar cube withdrawal.

Finally, Clove ran out of pencils. When she looked around, the room was a mess. Disemboweled cushions were everywhere. Sugar was everywhere. And one of her pencils was embedded somewhere. Blood decorated it.

She heard a muffled whimper. She counted the people she saw inside her head. The people left were Marvel and Cato. She desperately looked in the direction, which happened to be the same one as the blood. Sweat rolled down her face. Not another orphanage incident. She did not intentionally impale that boy.

She ran over to the unfortunate victim. It was Marvel, his arm coated in blood. Clove's face felt as if it was drained of color. She rushed over and used a towel to stop the flow of blood.

Glimmer appeared by her side. Cashmere and Gloss were soon behind. Clove was panicking. She stood up and helped Marvel. "You're going to the infirmary," she said. Marvel nodded faintly.

Long story short, they both didn't know where the infirmary was. Even Marvel, who was at the school for half a semester. Eventually Cato helped them. "Here, give me Marvel," he said brusquely.

Clove scowled. "I ca-can do it," she said through gritted teeth. Cato sighed. "Just give Marvel to me, Clove, I'm stronger than you," he said. "No!" Clove snapped. "I can do it," she emphasized.

"Just give me Marvel!" roared Cato. As Clove reluctantly gave Marvel to Cato, she realized that her whole shirt was drenched in Marvel's blood. Her mint green top now had blood red spots on it.

"Tell me, Clover, what did you see?" demanded Cato. "What?" asked Clove, tired. Drip. Drip. Marvel's blood stained the carpet. "I asked what you saw," repeated Cato. "Why should I tell you?" snapped Clove.

"What did you do to me?" demanded Clove. "You didn't tell me anything, Katie, and if you don't, you'll end up like poor Marvel here," she continued. "Sorry Marvel, that really was an accident," she apologized. Marvel gave an imperceptible nod of his head.

"I never miss," she stated. Before Cato could continue, Marvel lifted his head and said, "Look guys, I really love your budding relationship, but Clove can do better and I'm bleeding to death over here!"

"Oh yeah," said Clove. They had stopped to talk, and the carpet was soaked with blood, and the floor was not getting any better. "Run Cato," ordered Clove. "I'll follow," she said.

They ran. Halfway, Marvel fell from Cato's shoulders, and Clove dragged him, Cato trying to lift his head. Nurse Everdeen, who was Katniss's mom, screamed when she saw him.

"What did you do to him?" she screeched. Despite the situation, a snicker escaped Clove. Both the nurse and Cato looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Psycho much?" muttered Cato.

Clove burst into laughter. Was it hysteria? "Even if you tell them, they won't believe you," said Clove between snickers. "How can- how can someone suffer blood loss fr-from a pencil?" she gasped.

Cato stared at her. Instinctively, Clove shied away. "No! I'm not having another vision!" she screamed. "Vision?" asked Cato, putting his face close to hers. "They did tell me to be careful, but-," he stopped.

AHHH! CLOVE HAD A FLASHBACK, AND SHE IS DEMANDING EXPLANATIONS!                                      CLOVE IS GETTING A BIT HYSTERICAL OVER HERE......

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