ELI JAMES FORESTER ;; D2 [finished!]

I keep my hair long, because that's the only way to keep it. Don't you know only gay guys and wannabes keep their hair long? Black and silky, I rarely have to do anything to it, so why not keep it like that? At least you can hide behind it if you need to. Hide from all the people who don't like you, you mean? My hair is fabulous, and that's that. I have crisp, light blue eyes, and I like to put them to good use. To attempt to seduce guys you'll never get? Others say that eyes are the best things to have to get that someone special's attention. Which you won't get. I got my eyes from my mother, as I did most other things. My nose frames my face well, it's small and cute. That's what you think; that thing would look better on a rat! My whole face is usually free from acne or other marks, but as with anybody the occasional pimple likes to make an appearance. What do you mean by 'occasional?' Your face isn't perfect, idiot. What planet did you come from?

I am tall, and I am sleek. I keep myself healthy and fit, and it's easy to tell. To you, maybe. My arms and legs are muscular, and they are defined and easy to see when I walk. My body is covered with a light speckling of freckles, like sprinkles on an ice cream cone. GAY.

Usually during the winter months, you can find me walking around in jeans and thick, warm sweaters. My mom is passionate about fashion, and keeps my closet updated with new clothes for the season. You sure it's your mom? In the warmer months, I always wear shorts and t shirts, and my body is tan as ever. Dark olive skin, like they have in District Twelve. Or so I've heard; I've only seen three District Twelve citizens before, when they were on their Victory Tours, and each time was only for a few moments before they were whisked away into the crowd. They don't even go here!

There's this stigma that's glued onto us Career Districts that we're all perfect in training AND school; I guess maybe some of us fall into that stereotype, but I sure don't. School is my weak point, my Achilles' heel. There's this new girl at my school, she came from another part of the District, and apparently she's in the highest math class. One of the popular girls went up to her and was like "You're taking 12th Grade Calculus?" And the new girl said "Yeah, I like math," and then the popular girl came back and said "Eww. Why?" and then the new girl was like "Because it's the same in every District." It was probably the only time I'd ever seen a new student stand up to a popular like that before. It was definitely inspiring.

I am not afraid to speak my mind. I know what I like, and what I don't like, what I want to be and what I aim away from being. I am confident, sure of myself, and able. Others might take that as conceitedness and narcissism, but I just look at it as a healthy dosage of self esteem and pride. I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, and every year the seniors throw this dance called the Spring Fling. Wow Eli, you've truly out-gayed yourself. Most guys couldn't care less about that, but I do, and I enjoy watching the other guys look at me strangely as I parade the halls.

People tease me because of who I am, but I snap at them right back. I stick up for myself, and only the Career boys make fun of me nowadays. One time I was in the girls bathroom with my friend, and suddenly some random girl just busts out of the nearest stall like she owned the place. To be honest with you, she looked a little like Lethe Turner. The resemblances between their blond hair and bright eyes were uncanny. She yelled at me to get out, but I chased her out screaming "Oh my God - Lethe Turner! I loved your Games!"

My family is pretty wild, to be honest. My mom is one of those mothers that doesn't really care about anything, and lets us do anything. Just last week she walked into my older brother and his friends passing around a little pretty blunt, and all she did was walk out of the room with an expressionless face. My brother doesn't really give a damn either, though. Even if she would have done something about it, he wouldn't have cared. My little sister is the complete opposite of my brother; she's quiet and responsible, and knows what she's doing. And then there's me, stuck in the middle, not quite like one but not completely like the other, either.

My nanna takes her wig off when she's drunk. Oh yeah, did I mention I have a raging drunk woman for a grandma? See, her husband died a few years back, and ever since then she's been completely off her rocker. And then there's my old man, who doesn't spend much time with us. He goes to work (where, I don't know), comes home, cracks open a can of beer, and sits on the couch and just zones out. The only way any of us can tell he's alive is if he takes a sip of his beer.

He's too gay to function. I guess I've always known I liked guys. When boys are little, they always pretend to think girls have cooties and they're gross and whatever, but I took it way too seriously, actually making it my priority in life to keep the largest distance between them and me as possible. There's something about the sleek but slightly muscular frame of a gay that just overrides the feminine curves of a woman. It sucks to be picked on and ripped at by the other guys, but I guess the insults and name calling can only go so far with me; I've learned to block it out and just ignore it, because it doesn't really bother me anymore.