Cassidy Daphne Sweeney District Two DONE!

Cassidy Daphne Sweeney

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Female
District Two
Seventeen
Heterosexual

Came up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

So what I'm short? Poe's short too. (So are Barney, Phin and Trissa). Calle isn't. Oh, of course she isn't. She's tall and lean, not short. (There must be something wrong). Her legs sprout up like trees. My legs don't, they're relatively tiny. That doesn't make me worse, does it? No, of course not. Everyone just thinks so. Or at least that is what I think.

At 110 pounds, I'm skinny but not filled out. (But Alexis, my so-called imaginary friend, says thats okay). Oh, but it isn't. No, not in the least. Calle's skinny and yet voluptuous. Years of training didn't stunt her growth, but they stunted mine. That was just part of the reason why I quit training. Why even bother training if Calle will just take my spot in the games? I'd rather let my body try to fill out. (It never ever will, no matter what Alexis says).

Often unkempt, my brown hair goes down to my mid-back. I like it that way. When I trained, (actually trained, with trainers and legal weapons). I had to keep my hair up, and I always had to make sure there were no knots in it. There was no point in training either, so why bother with that extra effort?

Even though I'm (somewhat... well, barely) tan, I still lay out in the sun during the summer. Other than giving me freckles, it makes literally no difference. (Alexis, I'm not more tan. That's Calle, not me). And then the freckles, they're just so bad! I just get all of the misfortune.

While green and blue eyes are the common colors among those from District Four, that not the case here, in the most part. I have fierce, green eyes. Callie doesn't have those, she's stuck with the norm. (Just one thing, that's it. That's all I have on her).

Offsetting my eyes are my eyebrows and nose. I don't even know what is up with my eyebrows. As the two get closer, they slope further and further down. It's just weird. (Aren't eyebrows supposed to be lower down in the on the outside of ones head?) And then there is my nose. It's too wide, and it is just plain unattractive. It's a thousand times worse than my eyebrows. (Naturally my sister doesn't share the same feature).

There almost is no point in dressing up at all for me. I have nowhere to go. I neither dress skimpy, nor do I dress form fitting. Instead, I just go baggy. It isn't that my parents can't afford clothes, they can. I can wear anything I want. (Alexis always says people will like me more if dress a certain way, but I don't listen. I'm comfortable, and if people don't like me for who I am, then I shouldn't be friends with them. But I should. Maybe). Probably not.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Once thing I am not is a perfectionist. It would be nice to be perfect, (after all, who doesn't want to be perfect?) but I'm not, and I know I am not. Therefore I don't even try to attempt it. It'd be a waste of time.

Of course everyone is out to get me. I don't know why, but they are. (Alexis isn't, but everyone else I swear.) Even when they say nice things I'm sure they're lying. Yet the worst part is, I can't live without them. I need other people. (Alexis, I'm sorry, but you're not enough). Someone else has to be there for me to lean on. Otherwise I crumble.

Big groups don't suit me, I can't handle all the noise and clamor. It's all just too much for me. Small groups fit me much better. I'm able to focus on everything that each person is saying, and I don't get headaches from it all. Besides, in small groups I can actually see what a person is like, I can get a good read on them. In small groups I can see if a person is trustworthy. Most aren't.

I tend to struggle with myself. (If I knew why, I'd be able to change it.) Maybe it's because I never complete anything I start. Like training, for instance. I gave up on it because there is no point. I wasn't the best, never would be the best, so I would never go into the games. I don't want to waste my life. That'd be stupid and pointless.

That would be why I absolutely despise my former trainers. They wanted me to waste my time, and they got paid for it. The trainers don't even do anything, and yet get paid so much. Most of the kids they send off die anyways. (I don't want to die, that'd be pretty unfortunate). So instead of wasting my time, I train by myself. Not too much, just enough to stay in shape. Just in case.

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

I was born second, by just ten minutes. It's fitting, really. Callie is clearly better than me at everything, so of course she entered the world first. Mom and dad have always loved her more too. (And let's be honest, who wouldn't love her more?) It always seemed that early on. From what I remember, they were always nicer to her. (Alexis always says that this isn't the case, but she wasn't around).

Training started when I was five. I was always the misfit. Making friends was a struggle, mostly because I could never trust anyone. Having fun with the other kids just didn't happen. I had to trust people first, and I never could manage to do so. That's probably why my parents put me into training, so that I'd be normal.

Training is why I got into fashion. Besides the fact that it was necessary by law, it was my homework to watch the games. I never enjoyed the actual fighting part, but the fashion caught my attention. (It isn't like I quit training because I wanted to be a stylist or anything.... of course I do.) It pains me that I can't be one, and that instead of being a stylist, I'd have to be a tribute. It wasn't fair that I'd been born in District Two and not The Capitol.

Then again, life hasn't been quite fair to me.

But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Face Claim ~ McKayla Maroney

Codeword ~ Odair

Lyrics ~ The Scientist by Coldplay