Chapter Two

The weekend fled by. Before I knew it, it was Saturday night and I was stressing over what to pack. I'm not your typical kind of girl. I don't like to wear make-up, I hate wearing edgy clothing and shoes really mean nothing to me. I took a quick break from packing, and took a long look at myself in the mirror. Evalescent Rose Mellark. The daughter of the Star-Crossed lovers from the 74th and 75th annual Hunger Games. They don't happen anymore, thanks to the Rebels from District 13 and my mother, of course. Without her, the rebellion would have never succeeded.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed some things I haven't noticed before. My eyes aren't deep blue, but instead a light sky blue. My hair was longer and shinier than usual. My face was looking a bit pale, but I'm guessing it's from the lack of sleep I'm getting. I have a slim, yet slightly curvy figure. I have a very fierce personality, and I'm not afraid to show it. As I'm noticing all these little things about me, my father, looking handsome as always, walks in my room. "Hey Eva," he says "How's it going?"

"Fine. I'm a bit sleepy, but still. I'm perfectly fine." I tell him with a serious tone.

He grinned as I said this. Of course, he knows I'm not fine. He knows that I have a very big problem with them going on this tour. I don't want them to get hurt like they did a long time ago. For once, I just want them to be happy. But with this tour going on, I don't think that'll happen.

"I know you're not excited about this tour and all," he said in a soothing voice. "But just try not to worry, okay?" Ugh. I hate when he talks all calm. It makes me feel soothing, but I'm supposed to be worried about their happiness and maybe even their lives.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay," I lied. He smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He patted my head as if I were still a little five year old girl and walked out the door. I walked to the bathroom, tied my hair, brushed my pearly whites and put on some comfortable pajamas. Before I went to bed, I made sure I went to see my older brother Boggs.

Boggs real name is Sebastian, but I prefer to call him by his middle name. He has blonde hair and gray eyes. He's very fit and masculine. His personality is sweet but most of the time, he's a heartless boy. By heartless, I mean strong and confident. Well, more cocky than confident. I have never in my entire life seen him cry, or as a matter of fact, seen him sad. He's attractive in a way, but he's my brother and it's just weird saying that about him.

We have a lot of differences. He's cocky and I'm not. I'm more independent, while on the other hand, he's always asking my parents for money. Nobody knows what he does with it. We just give it to him anyways. He's not much of a talker. Neither am I, but I can at least talk to my parents. He can't even keep up a conversation with them. The only person I've seen to ever make him smile is some girl named Ary Floral. She's weird. She's the opposite of what I just said about Boggs. She's so perky and sweet and overall, annoying. Her skin is olive and her eyes are a Jade green. Her red curls always seem to be perfect and she's always in a good mood. Especially around my brother. I guess opposites do attract.

I was already knocking on my brother's door. It took him a while to answer it, but once he did, he let me in. His room is always filthy. His dirty clothes are always scattered around the floor, it seems like he hides food in his drawers and under his bed, since it always smells like oil and rotten fish and cheese, and his bed is covered in dirty and smelly blankets. How does he even sleep in here? I think. I just want to gag and run out of there, but I need to talk to Boggs. So I sucked it up, took a deep breath and began. "How's it going, big brother?"

"Fine," he said expressionless. It's impossible to understand his emotions. He's extremely difficult to work with. I want to help him with things, but I just don't even know if he cares.

I took a good look around his room. I saw no luggage, just clothes, blankets and food. "Are you going on the trip?" I ask. He shook his head. "Why?" My voice cracked as I said this. I want him to come with us. I don't think I can even make it through this tour without him.

"I don't want to go on a stupid tour filled with spoiled people, such as the Victors and Rebels from the other Districts. I want to live a normal life and for once, I just want to be happy." He said this with rage, as if he were about to punch something or someone.

"Calm down," I said in a gentle voice. "Everything will be fine. If you want to stay, stay. Just know that I love you with all my heart and I'll miss you so very much." Before he can say anything else, which I doubt he will, I took off.

I hopped to bed and looked at the ceiling. Did I even finish packing? I thought. I'm too tired to even get up. I just closed my eyes and let myself dream of a place where one day, my family will, for once, be happy.