Christi Lourdes Gila, District 7 ----Finished-----

For us to understand each other I'll start by saying that I am not a whore. But you have to admit that when you will first lay eyes on me you might think that I am a call girl. Please I'm begging you, don't whistle to me when I walk pass you, or don't you even try touching me. I get easily offended if you do both things to me. I might go away and never come back. I have a long, semi-curly, ghostly pale, blonde hair that flows when I walk fast trying to avoid people. My hair is also really fuzzy so I bring around a comb to fix my hair every 5 minutes to keep it from looking like an afro. I have a huge forehead as big as a mountain but luckily my hair is there to cover it and make it look smaller like my hands. I have a long nose that could smell all from 20 feet away. I have sky colored eyes that could mesmerize people who stare at them. I have a small, apple colored lips. In them are bone white colored teeth. I have a long slender neck like a giraffe. That connects my face to my fat body. I have a big chest that carries my massive bust in front of me. Again I am brought back to the topic of being a strumpet. I never was a B-girl and I never will be one and that is something I am sure of. My mom says that I have a slender body shape but I think I'm fat because I eat a lot. I have a massive butt that perverts always gaze at. Which always makes me look at my clothes if I have a stain or dirt on it. I have long and strong arms because of all the wood cutting I do. I have a small hand with long nails enough to scratch your eyes out. I have long and strong legs that can run 5 kilometers. I have a small infant like feet but they could still run fast.

I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall. I don't know why I'm that tall blame it all in genetics. People always stop and stare at me because of my height just like the trees. Which makes me feel more conscious of my body and height. I try not to think of how people would judge me in my favorite clothes. But sadly they always have things to say and they aren't nice things to say to people. But I still keep my head up against all odds. If I wear my favorite gray shirt they say that I look like a boy it hurts but I still wear it anyways. If I wear a brown polo over it and tie the ends to my stomach without buttoning the shirt. They say that I'm just a fat girl trying to look sexy which now that I think about it is true. If I change it and wear a black sando they say that my big arms would make people vomit . But I look stronger that way. Now if with any of those outfits I wear shorts they would say that I'm trying to look more of a slut that I already am. So I just settled to wearing a brown jacket over my black sando, to cover my arms, and below it are long jeans, to cover my legs, and rubber shoes, for me to run fast. Yes I know I said that I don't care what they say but you have to admit things they say are really hurtful.

But my mom has other plans. She tells me to wear a silver, shiny dress with sequence on it. You know how short it was? It was until my knees. Imagine me in a dress. Hilarious right? A fat girl wearing a dress with sparkly sequence. But it was never funny for me. The worst part was that she made me wear sandals with a heel that was 3 inches high. I kept tripping because I never learned how to wear heels. I guess my mom wanted to be like a stylist in the hunger games but never became one because she was born in district seven. That dosen't mean that you should pour out all your wasted dreams on your children. Especially what they wear to school for them not to get embarrassed. The worst part was that she made her own make up from flowers and all those things you could use to color your face. She placed this purple powder thing on top of my eyes right bellow the eyebrows. So Everytime I blinked you would see purple. She also like traced my eyelashes with a pencil to make it look darker. She also placed a redish substance in my lips to make it look redder than it already is. She placed like a pinkysh powder on my cheeks, she says that it will bring more color on my face. So I ended up going to school looking this rediculous. I was really embarrassed with what I was wearing. Everytime I walk past people they would laugh or giggle in my back. I freaking looked like a capitolite and I didn't like it. plus it also made me look more of a call girl. When I liked in the street perverts would whistle in my direction and stare at my butt. I guess my mom will never see me the way I see myself in the mirror. As the fat girl trying to look pretty.

Well kindness is a word that people might describe me. They always see me doing good deeds to other people friends or old people or people I happen to see who needs help. They tell me that I am like an angel sent by God to do good in earth which is filled with many evils. Well I tell them that they are just fooling themselves into thinking I'm an angel and that I have my own reasons of doing good to people. Reasons that I may not share with them because I know they might get shocked when they hear it but that I might tell them to you. There are also those haters that says that I just do good just for show and to seek people's attention. Well I tell them that I don't need to do the good things to get attention because that is what my voice is for. I do good things because I want to not because I need to. There is a difference between the word need and the word want. I tell them that if they don't see it they are just plain stupid. Well you might know that I really am a tough person who Doesn't care about what anyone thinks about me but deep inside I really am an envious type of girl. If a person looks better than me I would hate that person and try to bring her down but in the end we become good friends which just proves that I can't hold a grudge with people that I hate for no apparent reason. If a person has better things than me I would borrow it and pretend to loose it so I may keep it but I would just return it in the end because my conscience would keep bugging me until I return the object. So to put it short my envy gets the better of me sometimes but still my kinder side would prevail in the end.

Silence was the only thing I have never ever learned from school. I mean teachers would say to answer questions and not get embarrassed if it's wrong. They would tell us to give our opinions on some topics that we talk about in school. So that is why I never learned to shut up. I would always be caught talking about what's on my mind with people either friends or random people I meet in the street or in class. Sometimes it gets me in more trouble than I already was in. Every time in school, if I talk really loud enough people would get mad and tell me to be quiet. To bad for them, I talk back and tell them to mind their own damn business. Some would turn around and look away but most would make a really hurtful retort. If that sets me off then we would fight for an hour with words or until someone stops us. I am also able to speak the truth and my opinions with the help of my being loud. I never fear what anyone thinks about the things that I think of. I would also critique on other people's looks, voice and thinks that would make me judge you. Sometimes if I say the truth people would get mad. The truth hurts sometimes but you have to live with it if you want to get better. I also love to help people ion need. If you help the right people they give you a smile that can make your day or they say two words that means a lot. Thank you.

I love to sing very much. My dad says that I got my voice from my him because he says that I can reach low notes like him. But my mom says I got it from her because of all the high notes I could reach effortlessly. They like fought over it for more than two days. I found a way to settle the dispute by telling them that my voice is a mixture of both their voices. That is why my voice could sound deep from my dad and high from my mom. But I also have this raspy high voice that is my signature voice in singing. So basically my voice has three levels low, high and raspy high. I take so much pride in my voice that I sound so cocky when I tell people to listen to my voice. I would tell them to sing a high note that I can reach and if they couldn't I woul laugh my but out listening to their out of tune voices.

District seven is known for it's rich lands full of trees that gives the Capitol lumber for furnitres. The lumber gives us all, the people of district seven, life. It is the only source of income for us. The say lumber that kept my family alive. I 'm going to start this to when I was still a cute, little infant. My parents brought me home that day from the hospital. I was wrapped in a piece of white cloth from the hospital. Sleeping in my mothers arms without a single care of what is happening in the world that I live in. Even then my parents were already living a poverty stricken life. But with me in the picture they have to work some more. They also had to feed me. My dad worked as a lumber jack but his pay wasn't enough to support us. So my mom also went into being a wash woman. Me, being an infant was left with my mom's beloved sister. My Mom's sister was the one who took good care of me as an infant. When I was five months old my parents noticed that I could sing because they say I would cry in a high pitch voice then do gogo's and gaga's in a low voice. But of course I knew that they weren't the one who noticed first it my mom's sister who noticed they just told me that so that I wouldn't tell anyone that my parents didn't notice things about my childhood. But of course I can understand why they didn't notice anything because of them working all the time. When I was five years old my Mom's sister got married to a man. A very kind and loving man who would sometimes help her take care of me. Without anyone taking care of me my mom had to make me come with her in doing laundry for other people. I would help her scrub the clothes clean and hang them. During our washing of clothes she would teach me how to sing. That is when I discovered my raspy high voice. My mom was even shocked when she heard it. When we got home she told my dad about my voice and he made me sing in front of him and when he heard it that's when their fight started.

When I was already suited for schooling my parents made me wear a really shiny dress. A dress that I would only wear at special occasions like the beginning of school or a dance or anything special. The dress was really shiny and beautiful I thought I would be the popular girl in school. When I got there people did comment on how beautiful I looked. But there were also people who hated me and who told me that I looked fat with the dress. Some of the girls insulted me a lot. But back then I didn't want a fight with others so I didn't mind it. Everyday I would get teased and insulted a lot. Everyday I would go home with a fake smile on my face for my parents to see. Every single damn day I would go to my room and lock myself up and cry until my parents would call me for dinner. I barred all their insults until one day I finally got the courage to defend myself. There was this girl who was screaming in the hall way about me being fat. So I confronted that girl and... Let's just saythat it didn't end well for her and they had to call my parents. So I had to tell them the truth about school. They asked why I didn't tell them at the first place I told them that I didn't want to worry them soijust faced it on my own. Then people stopped teasing me for a week or so and I was so proud of myself for standing up against that bully. But I don't know how people still got the courage to insult me but I would not let myself get teased any more.

Well there was this time when I was ten years old that my parents were really having a hard time on feeding us so I had to work. Everyday after school I would go with my mom and help her do laundries I would scrub my hands until they were really red and sometimes they would bleed because of bleach. I would also sleep late to finish my home work for school the next day. During weekends also I would go with my dad to cut lumber and form them to furniture that is how I got strong arms. They might look thin but they can punch the wind out of you. It was like that for one while year. After that struggling to survive year my parents were already having a stable income. My dad started a wood furniture shop and it would supply the Capitol. My mom also stopped her laundry business and started to work in our shop shaping wood into furniture. Well after that everything went pretty well until I hit puberty. My breasts were starting to develop and my ass was getting bigger. People kept telling me that I looked like a whore but I didn't care. If people teased me I would still fight back and not let myself get bullied. I would always fight back now no more being the helpless one