I HAVE TWO FOLLOWERS! YEAH! (YEAH I KNOW, THATS SAD...) WHATEVER! I'M STILL GONNA WRITE!

EVES POV

I nibbled on a piece of the bread we had stolen as I sat at lunch at school. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, as I always did when I ate stolen food. A girl came and sat next to me and began to eat a bit of soup out of a bowl.

"Hello," I said, giving the girl a small smile. The girl looked over at me but ignored me. I recognized her, she had long, dark brown and light blue eyes, she was the the daughter of two victors, Timothy Collins and Florence Black. Her name is Lydia, I think.

"Okay then, just ignore me, it's fine, " I muttered.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Nothing," I answered. Oh, so now she notices me.

"No, you said something," she, prodded.

"Never mind, it's not important," I said. "So how's your life?" I asked suddenly.

"Both of my parents are in the Capitol, again. Does the Capitol even care that I might need some people to, you know, talk to?" she asked. I was a little taken aback at her being so open. I could tell that she was lonely. Like I was.

"My friend got sent to the Capitol as a Tribute," I offered.

"Yeah, I know," said Lydia, scowling at her soup. I guess everyone knew that Finch is my best friend and is a tribute. "I guess my parents know your friend," she said.

"Oh, right, they're mentors," I said. "So what's living in a big, fancy mansion like?" I asked.

"It's terrible. There are always Capitol people there and my parents are really uptight. Like someones going to attack them at any moment. My dad even has an axe in his room," she said.

"Oh," was all I could answer. I had only talked to Lydia for a few minutes and she had already told me all this.

"I'll see you sometime," said Lydia, finishing her soup and getting up. I wondered if Finch would turn out like Timothy and Florence of she won the Games. Always scared, always looking for people trying to kill her. I pushed the thought out of my head.

I stared down at my bread.

"Hey! Eve! You okay?" someone asked. I looked up and saw Eli looking at me, concerned. "You didn't answer until the third time I said your name."

"I'm fine, just thinking," I said.

"Are you thinking or worrying?" he asked.

"I'm fine!" I snapped. Eli looked at me, surprised.

"Sorry. I'm just... yeah, I guess I am worrying," I said. "About, a lot of things."

"Okay," he said, not prodding. "Does it feel wrong to you that we're eating stolen food?" asked Eli, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"I don't know, does it feel wrong to you that the Capitol is getting fat while we all starve to death?" I countered. Eli sighed.

"I'm not going to get you to admit that this is wrong, am I?" he asked.

"Well I guess it is wrong but we need to do some bad things to survive. I bet a lot of people steal," I said. But that doesn't make it any less wrong. I thought.

I finished my bread and waited for Eli to be done with his.

"Ugh, we have history next. Time to listen to more propaganda from the Capitol again," I said.

"Seventy-four years ago the Districts stood up against the Capitol who took care of them, fed them..." said Eli, in a perfect imitation of a Capitol accent. I laughed out loud. I surprised myself. This was the first time I had laughed since before Finch got taken away. I smiled.

"You are smiling like a crazy person right now," said Eli.

"What are you? The Capitol? I can smile if I want to," I said playfully.

Eli finished his bread and had a guilty look on his face. We got up and walked to History.

After school, we walked to the power plant to wait for Vivian. Two Peackeepers came up to us. My hear raced, did they find out that we had stolen bread?

"Eli and Eve?" one of them asked. We nodded. "We have some bad news," the other said and cleared his throat. "Vivian was electrocuted. We don't know if she will survive or not."

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