"Alma?" The nurse says.

Alma doesn't stir. She stays laying on her side looking at the blank wall.

"I know you're awake," The nurse says.

"Is she healthy?" Alma asks.

"Very," The nurse says.

Alma sits up in bed, and looks at the nurse's badge. Lily.

"Lily I need your opinion," Alma says barely audible.

"Go ahead," Lily says.

" I worry she won't be safe here. We just had an outbreak that made nearly everyone sterile. My daughter will be used like a dog for breeding. I wouldn't be able to handle that watching her grow up," Alma says nearly in tears.

Lily walks over to her bedside, and gives Alma a comforting hug.

"I know how you feel, my daughter just turned twenty-one," Lily says with a sort of longing in her voice.

"What am I going to do?" Alma says nearly bursting into tears again.

"Give her up," Lily says.

Alma is lost for words. Lily leaves Alma to make up her mind. It's only when Alma has a dream that her daughter is taken away from her that she lets Lily take her away. Ava Neveah would have been her name. Lily says best to leave her nameless before she got too attached. But Alma knew it was too late. In those nine months of pregnancy, Alma found herself very attached.

Alma hasn't gone a day when she hasn't thought about Ava. Her and Lily came up with a story just in case someone asked questions. Ava died during birth. Her immune system wasn't developed enough to last in these conditions. Every time Alma has to say that, she cried herself to sleep. She could barely think of her little girl dead so young.

Three years later, Lily came with good news. Lily was adopted by a wealthy family in the Capitol. Alma found herself satisfied with that. As much as she hated the Capitol, she would set that aside for her Ava.

XxX

Euphoria Trinket was the name signed onto her new birth certificate. Her new adoptive mother,Isis, made sure that she got a memory shot. Isis wanted Euphoria to have no memory of where she can from. Isis was to raise her as if she had given birth to her. Her adoptive father,Maximus, was estactic about adding a new addition to the family. Due to Isis being completely barren, the big house was starting to go to waste. Isis wanted to start off with one. That was Effie. As Effie turned four, she became lonely. Isis gave her a sister, Euphumia. Isis made sure they both looked near the same. If anyone asked they were fraternal twins. Maximus wanted some boys to carry on the family name. Then came along Darius, Augustus, and Xavier. They children were sent to private schools with the Capitol's best teachers. They dressed in expensive clothing, at expensive food, and went on many trips to the best Districts. Though they were the richest family to attend Panem Academy, that didn't stop Ulissa. Ulissa was always jealous of Euphoria, now called Effie. She bullied Effie about her natural hair and her sprinkles.

"No one will ever love you," Ulissa said to Effie in the hallway.

This caused the whole hallway to become silent.

Effie's eyes began to water, but she stood her ground.

"Get out of my way Ulissa," Effie said her voice somewhat wavering.

"Or what?" Ulissa asked with a menacing smile.

"Or I'll kick your plastic ass," Euphumia said standing in front of Effie.

"Let little miss perfect fight her own battles," Ulissa spat.

"Euphumia, just leave her alone before we get in trouble," Effie said meekly.

"No, I'm tired of her picking on you. I'm not letting it go on another day," Euphumia said.

Euphumia never backed down from a fight. That's what got her expelled from Panem Academy. Now Effie was all by herself. She rarely saw her brothers. They were all four years older than her, so they graduated her freshman year. Despite being alone, Effie didn't let that bring her down. Effie was brain and beauty. When she wasn't studying, she was being asked out on dates by nearly every boy in the school. This attention was something Effie got used to. Even when she left for college, boys were head over heels for her. Effie wanted to become a game's escort. Ever since she saw her first Hunger Games she was fascinated by it all. Effie wanted to help the lower districts win for a change. Ever since her favorite tribute, Maysilee, died she made it her goal. Effie also felt like she owed Haymitch for staying with Maysilee. She didn't know how, but she was going to make it up to him.

XxX

Effie graduated from Games school at the tender age of 21. Usually it would take a good three or four years to graduate, but Effie couldn't wait that long. She finished in two. Her first game would be the 65th Hunger Games. Her first tributes were Ashlyn and Ashton. She picked twins. Her heart broke when she saw heard the mother's cries. Effie couldn't let that effect her on camera though. She kept on her smile until it was over. The siblings were 14. They were so young. Effie couldn't help but get attached. When they both woke up with nightmares, Effie was there to comfort them. They grew on her, and she grew on them. The two tried their best to make Effie proud. Ashlyn got a score of 5 while her brother got a score of 7. Effie was astonished at this, and she was sure they would have a fighting chance this year. Haymitch gave them good advice, and the kids listened intently. Haymitch and Effie were racking in sponsors for Ashton. Ashlyn got five sponsors, but they were wealthy and generous. Effie could burst from joy at this moment, but that didn't last long. Haymitch started drinking the day of interviews. He walked onto the stage drunk as a skunk, and made fun of the Capitol. He started to talking with a high pitched accent, and started prancing around. This incident did not sit to well with the sponsors. Ashlyn had none left while Ashton had two left. Effie was furious with Haymitch that night. She could barely even look at him. It's not like Haymitch cared if he hurt Effie. Atleast that's what he thought. When Effie cried for hours on the couch when Ashlyn died, he felt a pang in his heart. When Ashton committed suicide when he saw his sister died, Effie could barely contain herself. Her face was wet with tears. The light makeup she had on making colorful streams down her cheeks. Haymitch felt gulity when he saw her like that. He could barely muster up the courage to talk to her. He hurt her. He basically killed the kids too." If only if I could lay off the drinking." Haymitch thought to himself. "Maybe next year."