A very Clovely story

Chapter 20: Train to my home

I get on the train, turn around and say bye to the Capitol. To its people. To the arena. To the games themselves. The train door closes behind me, and suddenly I get back to the real me. I smile naturally and I am happy that I will see my friends and family again. I stare out the window as the train passes mountains, rivers, lakes to get to D2. Cato comes to look with me. He puts his arms around my waist and smiles "The first thing I am going to do when I get to D2 is go straight for the woods and swim in the river. Wanna come?", he asks. I have never seen him swimming or shirtless in my entire life, but I guess since we are dating then its okay, plus Cato is very respectful "yeah sure", I say smiling. He kisses my head and I feel happy. It takes 2 days to get to D2 from the Capitol. I get tired around 10 pm, so I go to sleep. Cato is there waiting for me. He hugs me and we fall asleep.

I have a dream in which Joan is saying how proud he is. He tells me I will never dissapoint him. He says, "Maybe my death was written so you could be stronger in the games Clovie". Then I wake up. I get up and search for Joan in every room I can. But I dont find him. Enobaria hears me and comes out of her room, "Whats wrong Clove?", she asks "Im trying to find my brother", I tell her. She looks at me with a sad face "Joan?", she asks "Yes", I say "Brutus mentored him. He was sure Joan was going to win. But you see he didnt. You want to sleep in my room tonight?", she asks "Yeah", I say smiling. I get in bed with Enobaria. She is like the mother I would want. Brave and kind, not like my mother. She didnt care when I got reaped. She wanted me to die for sure. Because I wasnt brave or strong like Joan, or gorgeous and charming like Rose. I am myself. "Im not going to let my mother come to the house in Victor's Village", I tell Enobaria "why is that?", she asks "She would have wanted me to die, I am sure" Enobaria looks at me with a sad face. She hugs me and says, "If you ever need someone to talk to, remember I am here and Brutus is here too". Brutus is like the father I NEVER had. He is nice and sweet and brave. Enobaria holds me like my mom used to hold me before Joan died. Before he died, everything was perfect. But in matter of seconds, my world was different. I hug Enobaria, and for a second, I feel how a child must feel when they have a loving mother.