A/N: This is the story of Foxface, aka Eve (I made up my own name for her). Warning, kind of AU.
"Eve Carchi." The Capitol lady said in her high pitched, annoying voice. I stared in shock for a few seconds, before the peacekeepers tried to drag me up. I kicked one in the face that tried to go for my legs, and shook him off. I pretended to be calm as I walked up to the stage.
"Morn Carchi." My twelve year old brother. He ran up to the stage with a grin on his face. My mother taught me lessons on how to behave in the case of a reaping. Before she passed away, with my father by her side, in a stupid geothermal plant accident.
We were dragged away to the visitation room in the Justice Building. I was sitting in a hard, uncomfortable wooden chair. The room's walls were painted blue, not lightly colored blue, but a harsh, dark blue. The floor was made of black cherry wood, and the ceiling was painted neon orange. Fittingly odd for a Capitol designed room.
I waited for an hour. Sixty minutes. Three hundred and sixty seconds. No one came to visit me. Not my best friend since we were eight, Tortinii Blazenin, not one of my two identical twin older sisters, Martini and Torusi, no one. For the first time in my life, the one time I need to have someone by my side, I am alone. I am completely alone for all three hundred and sixty seconds, before being marched to the train, which will take me to hell. The Capitol. Where I will go to the worst portion of hell. The Hunger Games.
