Asha Corto District 11

Asha Corto District 11 May 17, 2013 11:04:19 GMT -5

Post by zakattack on May 17, 2013 11:04:19 GMT -5

It shouldn’t hurt like this. The way my face doesn’t look like the others. It shouldn’t ache so deep inside to want to see the same depths of brown in my eyes instead of the bright blue staring back at me.Bastard child. Filth of your mother’s womb. That’s all that I am. My skinny arms and lanky legs, underfed from the lack of food in District 11, make me seem taller than my five feet five inches, but I’m not. I’m just average. All around average. Most people that would walk by my wouldn’t even notice, and sometimes I think that’s for the best. It don’t want to be like them, I want to be like my family.

I’m buggy eyed and overly quiet. Maybe it’s the lack of food, maybe it’s the lack of love, maybe it’s just how I naturally am. Either way my brothers and sisters are neither shy nor quiet. There are 6 of us. But I’m the only one not with blonde hair and brown eyes. The other five are little replica dolls of each other, the perfect blend of Ma and Pa. I’m the exception to the rule.

[/b][/color] The late night lie my mother refuses to admit ever happened. For a while I was convinced I was just found on a basket on their front step. How else would this perfect family end up with buggy blue eyed me.

Some nights I’d furrow my dark eyebrows and wrinkle my little nose with a scowl as Pa would come in to kiss us all good night. The four boys in their own room and my sister and myself in ours. I’d always be the last, the youngest of the six. I’d wonder how I got here, who was the one that brought me in, but when it came down to it no one would tell me. I would imagine things like being dropped down from a hovercraft or being found in the woods. Going as far to even question if I was some sort of mutt from the Capitol. The last always made for good fodder for my siblings to tease me.

That was until I was 12 and my brother was 18. “You were Pa’s bitch’s daughter. Some lady who couldn’t leave her legs shut and died having you. So Pa felt bad and brought you here with us so you wouldn’t live at the community home. You got her eyes I heard him say. That’s why you don’t look like us. That’s why you don’t act like us. Cause you’re not really one of us. Ain’t jealous, but I do wish I was special too.”

After that it all made sense. I wasn’t like them. I was only half them. Everything started falling into place after that. The glances I’d get from Ma, the comments my older sister would make, all of it was because I wasn’t a real part of the family. It didn’t matter though when it came down to it, we were all stuck in the hell hole of District 11.[/color] It didn’t matter if the same blood coursed through our veins or if we were strangers, the Capitol could still pluck us from our parents just like fruit from the orchards we worked in. We were nothing to anyone but ourselves.

So I tried to adjust and accept that my father loved me enough to keep me and his wife tolerated me enough not to toss me out on my ass. Though I wouldn’t blame her if she did. The truth didn’t do much to set me free, if anything it made me more reserved. I’d watch people with curious interest from a distance. Trying to figure out if there were any more families like ours became one of my obsessions. I didn’t want to think that I could be the only child out of wedlock in the whole district. Everyone gets lonely at night right?[/b][/color]

One by one my brothers and even my sister made it through the Reapings. My father and mother holding their breath and biting their tongue now that I was the last one to go. I could see it in Ma’s eyes though the faint hope that my name would be called. And the reminder of his infidelity would be snuffed out.[/i] But so far I’ve lucked out as well. I can only pray to the Gods that my lucky streak remains.

Until then though I keep going to school to have the words of the Capitol drilled in my head and then out to the orchards to pick fruit until the sunsets. Its not much of a life, but its my life. And the Capitol has no right to steal it from me. I’ll fight for it every step of the way. Just like I have since I was born.

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