Chapter Three.

I AM BACK AGAIN! I have also added a cover image. I don't know if it's visible or not, but the image name and the secret give you a HUGE hint of Eve's fate. Also I have an Ever After High referance in here, comment if you can see either. Also there is a specific reason this is in past tense. PM me if you know!

I OWN NOTHING, EXCEPT EVE, MATTHEW, OWEN, ZACH AND OTHER TRIBUTES/STYLISTS THAN AREN'T CANNON.

When Zach and I boarded the train to our doom, we finally met our mentor. I'm just saying Haymitch Abernathy was NOT the most helpful mentor in Panem. First, he stumbled into our car drunk, yes DRUNK. Second, he trew up all over the floor (much to the disgust of Effie, Zach and me) then finally he told Zach and me to (And I quote,) "Embrace the probability of your immenant death."

WHAT THE HELL WAS THE CAPITOL THINKING!?

"Jeez, I know the Capitol hates District 12, but was it actually necessary for them to give us... him?" I said, causing Haymitch to glare at me and Zach to burst out laughing.

"What's the point of giving us a mentor? The entire of Panem knows we're just gonna die anyway. We're from District 12. Everyone knows we don't stand a chance." Zach said.

You've gotta agree. 1 victor from District 12. This is the 69th Hunger Games now. Knowing our luck, our next victor will be in the... 74th Hunger Games or something.

"Considering I have to... "mentor" you two, what are your names?" Haymitch asked.

"Zachary Olivers."

"Evangeline Mellark."

"Okay," Haymitch noded. "What are you called for short 'cuz I ain't saying Zachary and Evangeline every time I call you."

"Zach."

"Eve."

"Much better!" Haymitch said before Effie waltzed over in her Capitol manner.

"Okay, everybody. We shall be in the Capitol tomorrow so Eve and Zach, get settled in your rooms. Haymitch, take a bath will you? The tributes can't look respectable with a filthy and drunken mentor!"

Zach and I left the table to walk to our rooms.

"The tributes can't look respectable being dressed as coal miners!" Zach exclaimed. We laughed, Effie glared at us and I'm pretty sure I saw Haymitch laugh too!

Then was the day we arrived at the Capitol. It was a lot fancier than we had expected. Not.

Effie led the guys and me off the train and into the penthouse of a block of apartments.

"Ugh," Zach moaned. "It smells of death and alcohol."

"ZACH! THIS IS THE FANCIEST ROOM THE CAPITOL CAN OFFER!" Effie screamed.

ZAch and I walked to our rooms and I immeadiately felt homesick. I miss District 12, my family and Gale. I then sat on my larger-than-believable bed and decided to take a nap.

2 hours later, Effie decided to wake me up. She REALLY wasn't getting on my good side. She said my stylist was ready to meet me. Farran Greyfair or something. Why did we even need a stylist when we're just gonna wear what most people wear at home?

Moments later, a bubbly woman with lavander hair and silver "fairy wings" waltzed in.

"Hello, Eve! I am your stylist, Farrah. M Goodfarey!"

Oh, crap. not only am I gonna die in two weeks, I've also got the happiest person in the entire world as my stylist. How is that fair?!

Farrah then got to measuring me, eveerywhere. And by everywhere, I literally mean EVERYWHERE! Has she never heard of privacy or personal space?

When Miss I'm-being-really-happy-even-though-the-girl-I'm-making-outfits-for-is-gonna-die-in-two-weeks had gone, I flopped on my bed, exhausted. Tomorrow we meet the other victors and have our interviews, yay!

Aaanndd chapter 3 is upp! I dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends who is as addicted to The Hunger Games as I am!