DISCLAIMER: All references to the Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins. The main characters in this story were invented by me.
Chapter One
My name is Evangeline Snow. I am fifteen years old. I am the granddaughter of ex-president Coriolanus Snow. My boyfriend and I are slated for the Games. The rebels overthrew our government. As a punishment, they decided to hold a final, symbolic, Hunger Games using Capitol children. They chose me because of my grandfather's evil deeds. I loathe him. He killed my mother. One day, I will show the world what he has done to me, And then the Hunger Games will be over…
"Eva! Eva! EVA! Wake up!" shouted my best friend and boyfriend, Owen Klymouth. My father had agreed to let me share an apartment with him during our final month of freedom. Now, we only have one week left before they cart us off to the Capitol. We plan to spend every second of it together, in a dreamy, loved-up state. Sweet, caring Owen, who loved me no matter how much I hurt him. Who made me feel special. Who made me feel loved. He was cute, too. He had dark brown curls, soft tan skin, pillow-y lips, and these incredible sky blue eyes that sparkled whenever he saw me. As they did now.
"Eva, you've been sleeping for ages!" said Owen, "I was waiting for you to get up so we could have some fun." He gave me a wicked, sexy smile. I grinned back at him devilishly, my eyes meeting his. We both had blue eyes, except his were sky-blue, while mine were ice blue. Other than that, we had nothing else in common with our looks. I had pin-straight, silky, honey blond hair, lightly tanned skin, and pink lips. Owen said my lips were really soft, but I thought they were just average. Well, he would know.
"What kind of fun?" I asked.
"You'll see," he replied.