You were a citizen of District 12 and were in the middle of making breakfast for you and your family when a knock rapped on the door.

You stepped through your messy home and opened the front door, revealing a peacekeeper. You had seen him before at the pub, he was gorgeous. He glanced up from the piece of paper in his hands and looked you up and down, “Morning. This the Corbin residence?” He muttered, finding it hard to look away from you.

Coriolanus was well aware of who you were, the Corbin girl, half Covey. You were a performer, a dancer and a pianist. He’s seen you dance at the pub and seen you play piano at the Mayor’s house for events organised for the riches of 12.

You were a beautiful girl, with long legs and a spirit untameable, it caused many suitors to look your way, even if you came from the Seam.