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Evangeline is cleaning up the house, waiting for one of her patients to come calling for her. Right when she hears somebody outside, she opens up the window and right outside is a girl throwing up in one of bushes one of her past patients had planted for her. Right when she was going to go outside to she what was the matter, her father came down the stairs.
"Darling." Her father looked at her and she looked at the ground and curtsied in respect. "Father, don't you have to go cut down the dead apple tree in the orchard before the Peacekeepers come for supper." After she said that her father was out of the door quicker then a toddler could cry. She giggled silently, Silly father, the Peacekeepers don't come til tomorrow.
A few moments after she was sure all her patients were asleep, she went out side to the girl near the bushes. "Come on inside, I can help that problem of yours" Evangeline held the door open for her, waiting for her to get inside.

(It's Bulimia)

She looks over to the girl for a moment listening to what she says and then goes into the kitchen grabbing several herbs. "I know what you're talking about, I've had several people that have had it before. I'll prepare the medicine and then I have to make lunch. Which you can stay for if you'd like, except the only think is that we are a little crowded and so you may need to eat somewhere else like outside." She mashes several of the herbs into a fine powder, mixes all of them together and puts it in a samll pot with water that's already boiling. She then pours it into a cup. "That's the best I can do without having you throw it back up. Sadly the Peacekeepers around here won't let me use pills yet." She walks over to the girl and hands it to her. " The name is Evangeline Karbajal, Eva for short"

"Help Help HELP!!!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "My mom is dying!!!" Someone stabbed her HELP!" I hope someone would hear as a run through the streets. There are always people on the streets but not many care. Still, it was worth a try. It was urgent. If my mom died, I would be alone. My dad died from disease and my brother from the games. It is sad, but something that has made me stronger. Having my mom dead may do the opposite. As I run through the streets I see peoples heads turned some ignoring. District 11 is useless. This place sucks.