I took a deep breathe.

'Was I ready for this?' I asked myself for the twentieth time.

'Too late now' I think as I look at the faces in front of me.

Gale's smooth expressionless face, Eve's frustrated look and Jack's scared look.

I smile, as I try to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

"None of you are in trouble," I begin, "I've got some answers for you, all of you."

I pause, trying to relax.

Eve's expression calms, her blue eyes thoughtful.

Jack's scared look turns confused, but he's smiling.

I breathe out, only just realising that I had been holding my breath.

My muscles tense when I speak again.

"There are a few things that I have been. . . I should tell you."

After our 'talk' about the Hunger Games, I felt much better.

At least I had told them the truth.

Gale had to take Jack out half way, because he was too scared.

Though I carried on explaining things to Eve, while she sat there taking everything in.

We cried together, we hugged each other and that was when I understood her side.

Her side of being left in the dark.

Her hatred of being left in the dark.

Eve's P.O.V. (5 years later) [Evelyn=15yrs/Jackson= 13yrs/Jason=17yrs]

"Jason's coming over." Mom says.

"And who's he again?" I ask, annoyed.

"Annie's son." Replies mom, just as someone knocks on the door, dad answers it.

As soon as I hear the door open, I hear a female voice, "Hello Gale. Where are Katniss and Peeta?"

As the female walks in dad whispers something to her and she nods.

My eyes study her; tangled dark hair and big, dark sea green eyes.

And that's when I realise that she must be Annie.

Then I see someone behind her, which must be Jason.

Mom tells me to get up and go meet her.

"Hello, its Evelyn, isn't it?" Annie asks, smiling at me.

"Yes, call me Eve for short. You must be Annie." I say, while I return the smile.

Then she pushes Jason forward, "Jeez" he mumbles at his mom.

He had a husky voice that I seemed to immediately like.

" Hi I'm Jason, Annie's son." He says shyly.

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Evelyn but call me Eve for short." I say, smiling at him.

I study him; ruffled blonde hair and sea green eyes like his mom's.

He's around the same height as my dad with broad shoulders and a shy, cheeky smile.

"Hi I'm Jackson, but call me Jack." Says my thirteen year old brother.

Then I realise that I have staring at Jason, embarrassed I look down while the blood rushed to my cheeks.

Once mom has introduced herself to Jason, she makes Annie a cup of tea and tells us to take Jason our room.

In the end we decide to go to Jack's room.

After half an hour or so of boredom, I go up my room to work on my essay.

While my laptop, I take out my notes.

Every student over fifteen is issued one, to keep forever.

Just as I start typing, Jason comes in.

I quickly stuff my notes in my bag.

"Don't mind me," he says smiling, "I'm just looking."

I pull my notes out again, and begin typing; The Hunger Games by Evelyn Hawthorne.

Suddenly, Jason appears next to me.

"Have you watched any? The Hunger Game tapes, I mean?" He asks.

"Um, no. . . I mean I want to, though. . . I haven't watched any." I stutter, blushing.

"I've watched two games, mums and dads." Jason says.

"Mum has all the tapes, but I haven't seen any," I say "I want to watch mums one and dads one."

"Maybe we can watch them together." He says shyly.

We could watch the tapes, the forbidden tapes!

"Yeah, sure." I reply.