Hey guys, this is my first Clato fic and I'm excited to write it even if it ends up sucking. ;) It's AU. I don't own The Hunger Games. :( If I did, Finnick would still be alive. :'( AN: THIS IS RATED T for language and violence.

My name is Clove Fuhrman. In less than four hours I will be in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia. It's not easy you know, dropping everything and moving to an entirely different state. I'll miss Ohio. I'll miss my friends. And I'll miss him.

Rain pours down, and lightning strikes overhead. He shakes his head at me, turns around and walks away. Thoughts run through my head, the main one being 'will I ever see him again?'

I shook the memory from my head and continued the walk around my now empty house. The moving van is loaded; my family is waiting on me now. But I had stubbornly told them that I would not leave until I had taken one last walk around the house. I had lived here for seventeen years, after all. My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I ignored it. It'll be a goodbye text from my best friend Marla. I could hear my father honking the van's horn, telling me that we had to leave. Quickly, I ran up the stair case and into my old room. I pried open a loose floorboard with my fingers. Underneath, was an A4 sized box. I scooped it up, put the floorboard back in place, and dashed outside.

"What's that?" My mother asked, frowning at the box.

"Just some old books I forgot to throw away." I lied as I climbed into the van and buckle myself in. My younger sister didn't even try to hide the fact that she doesn't believe me. She knew exactly what this box is. I told her that I'd thrown it out. She rolled her eyes at me and looked back down at her phone. I closed my eyes as we pull out of our driveway for the last time and tried to get some sleep.

I woke as the van stops. I had not seen our new house yet, but my father had driven down two days ago with our beds, oven and fridge. We had been living off of takeaways and seeping on camp beds since then. The house already had a toilet and a shower, so it was more a case of unpacking our things and setting up our living room. I jumped out of the van after my mother, closely followed by my sister.

"Hey mom, can I have a bigger room than Clove this time? All she uses her room for anyway is her weird knives." Lydia asked.

"Actually girls, you'll be sharing a room. Yours is the first on the right. We need to use the third bedroom as a study. That isn't a problem, is it?" Our dad asked. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister. We're closer than anything other siblings I've met, except for maybe Katniss and her little sister, but I'd rather have a room to myself.

"But Dad, you know I need my own room." I protested.

"It's true Dad, she might stab me in my sleep or something." I shot her a glare and she quickly added, "Accidentally, of course."

"Sorry girls. Clove, you'll have to stop training in the house." I sighed and made my way into the house. When I got into my room, I shoved the box under my bed before throwing myself onto my mattress. I'm exhausted, and I start at Mockingjay High for twelve to eighteen year olds tomorrow.

"Clove! Lydia!" I glanced up from the gravel floor just in time to be tackled by Primrose Everdeen. Katniss stood behind her, laughing.

"Sorry. I just haven't seen you in ages." Prim smiled as Katniss offered me her hand and pulled me up. When I was ten and Lydia was six, we had taken a trip to West Virginia. We were here for the whole summer, and we gotten to know Katniss and Prim. We'd been friends ever since.

"Here, I picked up your schedules for you. Lydia's is the same as Prim's and yours is almost the same as mine, Clove. Come on, we have English first." I followed Katniss into the building after hugging Lydia goodbye. As I walked through the doorway, I collided with a tall boy. From the first look, I could tell that he lives a life of luxury.

"Watch where you're going there, darling. I'd hate to see a pretty girl like you get hurt." The boy placed a hand on my waist and grinned at me.

"Cut it out, Marvel. It's her first day here, she doesn't want you bothering her with your sleaziness." Katniss frowned.

"It's okay Katniss, I'm friendly." He grinned at me again. By then, we had the attention of the whole class. I narrowed my eyes.

"Remove your hand from my waist or I will stab you into a hundred little pieces." I smiled sweetly at him as his eyes widened in horror. The other students were trying to stifle their laughter.

"Let her go, Marvel. She's not your type." An even taller boy standing at the back of the classroom called out. He raked a hand through his blonde hair and laughed. A slim blonde girl was stood next to him.

"Oh, Cato. You crack me up." She slapped his arm playfully and winked at her. The boy, Cato, smirked and slung his arm around her waist.

"Marvel?" I narrowed my eyes again.


"Now, please." He withdrew his hand from my waist and slunk to the back of the room just as the teacher walked in.

"Sorry about that. Marvel's not that bad, really. He just likes to tease new students." Katniss whispered in my ear as the teacher showed students to their desks.

"Yeah. Seems it." I muttered sarcastically. I ended up sat at the blonde boy.

"I'm Clove." I introduced myself as the lesson started.

"And I don't care." Cato replied.

"Umm…Excuse me?"

"I said I don't care." He said, talking as if I was slow.

"I know what you said. I just thought it was rude." I glared at him and he glared right back.

"Don't take it personally. It's just that guys like me don't talk to girls like you." He sighed.

"Guys like you?"

"Yeah. Every guy in this school wants to be me. I'm the strongest, the fastest, the best looking…" He trailed off.

"The most arrogant…" I finished.

"Just shut up, yeah?" He grumbled.

"Gladly." I turn away from him and didn't look over again all lesson.

At lunch, Katniss and I made our way to the gym. Ever since guns were banned in the area, people were encouraged to train with another weapon. Katniss used a bow and arrows like a professional and I threw knives. I'd also dabbled in sword work and spear work. As soon as we got inside, Katniss made her way over to the archery stand and I made my way to the knives.

"Hey, Clove." I spun around at the sound of my name.

"What do you want?" I turned away again. Cato and his posse weren't exactly people I wanted to talk to.

"I was just wondering what a person like you was doing in the training gym. Don't you have a book to read or something?" He sneered, and the blonde girl let out an over the top laugh. Marvel and a boy I didn't recognize we're snickering. A girl I also didn't recognize was also laughing. I could feel anger boiling inside me. I had been using knives since I was nine. I sent one flying at Cato's head. He ducked, but his friends all hit the floor.

"Go fuck yourself, Cato." I said, and made my way over to the spear station where Katniss was stood watching me with some of her friends.

"That was pretty impressive…Maybe you should train with us from now on." A boy with bronze hair smiled at me. He was holding the hand of a petty girl with dark hair. "I'm Finnick. This is Annie. That's Thresh, Rue, Marie but call her Foxface, Gale, Peeta, Haymitch, Beetee, Wiress and Johanna. You already know Katniss. Hey, want a sugar cube?"

I hope you liked the first chapter. :) They probably won't all be this long. Review and tell me what you think so far? :)