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Clove: She had me by my ponytail. Ouch! Put me down! I flailed my arms and legs. She kept refusing and laughing evily. I was helpless. God how I hated being helpless. I reached in my pocket and slowly grasped one of me spare knives. Nobody knew except Cato.

Cato: I saw Cloves hand on that knife. STOP! I shouted. I stomped furiously over to the two girls my girlfriend and bestfriend. Clove and Clarisse looked at me oddly. Clarisse grip eased off Cloves ponytail. I motioned my head towards Clove knife down. Then her gripped eased off the knife. I picked up her knife and pointed to school with you!

Clove: I ran off to school without a word how could he be so arrogant! What was his problem. I looked back at Cato and Clarisse kissing. My eyes became hot and watery. Was I about to cry? I was. I didn't know where to go. So I cried just about every where I could except class. Not there I could not make it anymore

obvious. School finally ended. I began to walk home then someones hand was on my shoulder. The familiar touch. Cato. I slapped his hand away. Don't touch me! I almost grabbed my knives out of my pocket. I hesitated a little but I didn't. I did want to see his face again and I ran home. If he really cared he'd come after me. I looked over my shoulder quickly to see if he was......

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