Clove was standing at the dummies' section, sharpening her knife-throwing skills as she always has, you couldn't help but stare at her every day, it may sound weird, but you didn't like thinking about it that way. Ever since you heard her want to volunteer for this year's reaping.. You couldn't get her off your mind. You wouldn't let her today, so you decided to talk her out of it today.

As you approached she didn't bat an eye toward you, only continuing to throw her knives