A.N Ok so here is chapter three and can I just give a shout out to my wonderful friend Rebecca (hungergamesfan100) for giving me ideas for this chapter.

It's three days later and neither my mother or my father have said anything to me about what the list is but rumours are spreading around the school and I know they will have to tell me sooner or later before somebody at school says something to me completely wrong.

I walk through the door from a long day at school. I'm greeted with my mother thrashing and screaming on the couch. She had obviously fallen asleep and my father was away at work so nobody would be there. Panic surges through me and I don't know what to do. I hear her like this in the middle of the night, which constantly wakes me up but it's never me that has to deal with it, it's always my dad.

"Mum, mum wake up," I repeat at first softly and by the end I'm shouting it and I want to burst into tears.

She finally wakes up with a jump and starts crying. I'm not the emotional type; I take this after both my parents really. Both are bad at expressing their emotions so what hope would I have at being good at it. Instead I just sit next to her and I notice the sweat on her forehead, the bags under her eyes and how chipped her nails are. I know she hasn't been sleeping at night because one, the high pitched screams aren't coming from my parents room at night just as often as they usually did, two, she isn't her chirpy self in the morning and takes a good couple of hours and a lot of cups of coffee to wake herself up. My mother hates coffee. Finally three, the black circles and bags under her eyes are an obvious sign.

My dad walks in. My mother has stopped crying but her eyes are red and puffy, if she was her old self she would of had make-up running all over her face but since she moved here she got rid of the wigs and make-up and ridiculous outfits but she would nearly almost wear a pair of high heels because my mother is actually quite short.

"Evie can you please go upstairs for a moment, while I talk with Effie," says my dad.

I do as I'm told and go upstairs. Something tells me I don't want to listen to this conversation no matter how curious I am.

Later my mum and dad call me down and I almost sprint down because all I can think about is they are actually going to tell me.

When I sit across from them at the kitchen table, a place we always sit when there is something important to discuss, I see my mum's hand shaking but my dad takes it and you can actually see her calm down.

"Evie, there's something important we need to talk to you about," chokes out my mum.

"What is it?"

"Well, there was this little piece of paper posted through the door yesterday. It is a list for people to go to the Capitol. I don't know how to tell you this but..."

"I'm on the list," I finish.

"Well yes honey, but we're trying everything we can to get you off it, but so far there has been nothing we can do. Your father has been phoning his friend Plutarch all week and he knows nothing about what is going on."

"When do I leave?"

"Two days," says my mother going quiet and her eyes start to water but I ignore it because the last thing I can do is cry.

I refuse to cry as this would just make my parents worse. It's having a mentally and physical affect on both of them and I feel like I'm to blame for that. I swallow the huge lump in my throat and stare straight ahead because I know if I look at them I will start to cry.

A.N Again I know this chapter is quite short and I'm not pleased with this chapter at all. It's more of a filler than anything else but hopefully the next one is better.

Disclaimer: I own nothing expect Evie