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~Bio? It's here~

Once upon a time, there was this girl. You see, she happened to act like one of those girls that those Capitolites see on televisions (which were all made in District 3). Now this girl acted all stuck-up and snobbish. She had perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect clothes, but a really horrible attitude. Now this girl always seems so high and mighty - that is, until they fall.

Now you must be thinking that this girl is me, there wouldn't be many other reasons as to why I would be talking about this. Well, you're partially right. You see, I'm not exceptionally beautiful, nor are my clothes perfectly clean and fashionable. The only thing I had been really good at was making myself look presentable with what I had. The real thing I had been good at was hard-work. It does take a lot of work to make the stupid bosses' tea every morning, making sure it has the exact amount of sugar. You see, my boss is a rather picky fellow. He only eats foods with certain letters in it. He will not eat lemons, nor will he eat lobster, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots, and other foods that begin with the letters L, C and W.

Now, today I had been late. Bear in mind that it was only two minute late, but already my actual boss, the secretary, was all over me, screaming about how many girls would be lucky to have this job, and that I was slacking off. I had actually wanted to freaking punch the woman. It was a mere two minutes, and only because I fell down the stairs and hurt my ankle. So I ended up walking inside with a limp, and a hurt pride.

But that wasn't the only thing that happened today. You see, the boss had a large meeting today, and I was supposed to be there to take notes or something. Well, I had already forgotten to make the bosses' tea, so he was already furious at me. Jeez, it's flipping tea for god's sake! However, I have to put up with this, for my family's sake. I am now the person with the largest salary, so putting up with his excessive demands must be used. Except for this one.

I walked into the conference room, but it was empty. Well, except for the boss himself. He suddenly walked up to me in a rather... disturbing manner, his bulging belly bouncing up and down with every step. It made me sick, seeing how large he was, when my youngest brother's bones were showing; and he was given the most amount of food! But back to this story.

So he goes up to me, stares into my eyes (which are attempting not to stare at the stomach pressed up against my legs), and says something that... Well, I never excpected somebody that... that old to say to a sixteen year old girl. Needless to say, my answer was a large "Excuse me!?"

Old men must be rather horny, for he kept trying to persuade me to... do sexual acts with him. I mean I may look like a slut. I do dress in slightly more revealing clothes than others, but that was only to stand out, to be chosen for the good jobs! I had been outright ignored before I started to wear the lower-cut v-necks and the tighter skirts. But that did not mean that I was willing to... make out with corrupt officials.

So I smacked him, and now I'm here, jobless. Yes, Dashica Starr has fallen from grace. What am I going to do now? My family will have nothing to eat, we'll have to move into the slummier part of the District (which we're already almost in anyways), and somebody else will simply replace me and possibly submit to his disgusting needs.

But what now? I have nowhere to go to. There are so many people just... scrambling for jobs, and the boss put me on a black book! I'm not going to be able to get a job in that factory again. It's a pity - that one held the better facilities, as well as larger pay. It's a good thing that he doesn't know that my sister works there, otherwise he might have gone and fired her as well.

I can't go home now. Not yet, I need some time to just... think. I find myself wandering. Yes, I was simply wandering towards the outskirts of the district, just hoping that some miracle would appear that would help me and my family just... survive. I could get a factory job, but I had already bought all of these clothes that... Well I'd get fired for distracting the other workers.

My high-heels hit softer ground, and I immediately know where I am. The wind starts to blow, but I'm not affected by it. The light green sweater is not only good for the cold, but it prevents others from staring too much, you know? Honestly, I've never been comfortable with dressing like this. I merely did this for attention, to get ahead in life. But now... I may as well wear those sweatshirts and baggy pants, and whatnot. It's not like I'm going to be able to get anywhere in life now. Sure, I'm smart. I used to be over-qualified for jobs. But you have to know people to get rich here.

You have to be... a slut. And I don't want to do that.

But you still don't know where I am, do you. Well I'm actually in the woods. You see, there is an extremely small patch of trees near the corner of the District. It's too small to really put anything there, so the government decided to just leave it alone for now. It's truly beautiful in the fall. The reds and oranges, yellows and purples, all just float down from the heavens in a really beautiful dance. I find myself sitting down, my back against a tree trunk, just watching the brittle plant cells float downwards in a spiral, just like my life.

Sure, I'm crying now, the tears are messing up the makeup. But I make no effort to fix myself. Nobody's going to care what Dashica Starr is like nowadays anyways.

'Cause she's a loser, and will never account to nothing.