CAMELLIA THORNTON • DISTRICT 02

^{Name: Camellia Thornton
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 02
Sexuality: Heterosexual}

<sup>“Maybe one day there will be a time that I feel happy about my looks as a whole. But that day will not be today. My athletic frame, with no visible curves besaides the small lumps I call my breasts, stands at an average five-foot-three. Or at least I think it’s average. Patches cover the light color of my skin – patches of pink, and orange freckles trailing down my whole body. Some say that they’re not to bad – that I shouldn’t worry about them, but I believe they’re just trying they spare my feelings. I’m not attractive, nor ugly, or so I believe, once more. I’m not very sure how I feel about my body – sometimes I’ll compare myself to the beauty queens of the academies, with the bodies for training while having the luxurious curves that fill out their tall and slim bodies. My arms are not as toned as I would like them to be, but I live a day-to-day basis with them. They hang down, long and lanky, to the top of my thighs. When others question why I would consider my arms ‘long,’ I tell them one thing. I have a very long torso, and legs for my short frame. I looked stretched and lean, with small red marks running below my armpits and my waistline from where I’ve leaned out and bulked up over the years. I currently reside at a fair one hundred and ten pounds, which would be considered heavy to the anorexic little girls who want to make themselves look more attractive. I beg to differ though – I believe men would be more attracted to a healthy-looking woman than one with protruding hipbones and pointed shoulders and even hollow faces. I generally find it disturbing, though – the idea of being able to feel and see my ribs one by one makes me shiver.

My hair is a totally different story though. I love the golden waves that flow from the roots of my hair and gradulayy lighten into a paler blonde. It appears as an illusion, especially when the weather is at extremes. Highlights and lowlights appear throughout the winter and summer, and it may appear as if I’ve bleached my hair a very pale, platinum blonde. It sits in small waves towards the bottom, but the choppy layers are straight towards the side of my face. When they hit my breasts, they begin to show signs of volume and thickness. The multiple shades make me the envy of my little brother, who wishes his hair would change color throughout the seasons. Framing my pale face, the strands of hair curl with my jaw, resting against the side of my face. It has a rather dry texture, and I never have to worry about having oily hair after a day or two of not washing it. As arrogant as it may sound, I believe my hair color compliments the shade of my vibrant blue eyes. They match the color of the skies during the warm summers, with the tint of light blue swirled into them towards the pupil. My eyes are apparently almond-shaped, much like the rest of my family, but I have the darkest and thickest eyelashes in the family. They’re more pronounced on the top of my eyes, rather than the bottom of them. Whenever I don’t get six hours of pure sleep, dark areas appear under my eyes. Above my eyes, a dark shadow lies from where my eyebrows are. Their shape is highly unique, bring rounded towards the center of my face, and they trail in straight lines, getting thinner as they get farther away.”</sup>

<sup>“Okay, when it comes to the way I am, or in other wards, my personality, I consider myself a pretty neutral person. I find myself having a balanced life – between pessimism and optimism, black and white, without any shades in between. I can give about the same number of positive traits as negative traits about myself. I consider myself friendly – that’s okay, right? I try to never meet a stranger, and make friends with anyone that’s open to making new ones. I mean, I’m naturally a social being, and I know most of the kids my age around the training academies and around my small neighborhood outside of the main town area. Sometimes, though, I don’t even try. When someone doesn’t even attempt to say hello to me when I say it to them, I just blow it off. Though, I don’t ignore them if they try to say hello a different time.

But I think I’m rambling now, anyways. I’m almost positive I have a sense of humor. I’m the type of girl to crack a crude joke and laugh, even when others are frowing or not even laughing. I often find myself laughing at things that weren’t even intended to be jokes. Most of my jokes are usually made up around the Hunger Games, or the capitol children who think they can do whatever they want without discipline. I find myself to be a very reasonable person, though. I have to admit, though, I am a sucker for romance. I often read my mother’s romance novels, though I’m not supposed to.

They’re full of violence, sex and all of that jazz that adults read in those horror novels and stuff. In my spare time, I enjoy volunteering to help the little kids with their training in the academies. On the other hand, my flaws balance out my positive traits. I have a horrible temper, and I often can’t control it very well. My face reddens, my ears puff out and my neck begins to pulse as the anger beings to rush through my system. I often throw things, such as chairs or anything reasonable in my reach. I used to get in trouble for it, though I don’t anyways. When I don’t get things the way I want, I close my mind, never letting anyone change it. I’m as stubborn as a bull, though I can be overly sensitive sometimes, too. When others bully me or upset me, I can go to extreme levels of depression and sadness.”</sup>

<sup>written in third person for the sake of myself

Bracken Thornton – A peacekeeper, who served his country with respect, met a widowed woman, twenty eight year old Freesia Delacruz, who worked at the downtown hospitals. One day, the decided to marry out of the blue, and moved to a small neighborhood outside of the main area of the district. Not much is known about the circumstances of their marriage, but it was obvious the two were in love with the other. Years passed without any major disturbances in their life, but one day, at the age of thirty two, Freesia became pregnant with her first child. The pregnancy was difficult, going through a breach pregnancy and an emergency birth after the child had its umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. During her thirty sixth week of pregnancy, the couple gave birth to their first, but not last child, Camellia Thornton.

Being named after the nature custom in their family, Camellia was a happy child, who naturally had a knack with her aim and stealth. At the age of five, Camellia began at one of district two’s academies, learning the basic history and structure of the country, and especially the Hunger Games. Taking classes on survival was almost necessary, though it wasn’t demanded upon them. When she hit one of the training arenas in district two, it was obvious her throwing and aim skills had paid off after practice and natural ability. She was led into the country’s proper brainwashing by the government, though she always had her suspicions. When she turned nine, her mother had her second and last child – C edar Thornton.

At the young age of ten, Camellia began to practice with her archery and spears. While it wasn’t needed in life, it was rather necessary to learn at the time. Her parents wanted to make sure that if she were to ever go into the Hunger Games, she would survive. Her lessons on using the Yin-Yang symbol paid off, for she could show strength and gracefulness at the same time, along with quickness and carefulness.

She had big hopes for her younger brother as well, as she spent endless hours playing in the nursery with him in their house. She began to become more skilled in some of the activities she was training for as a career, and she soon was able to hit the middle of the targets with her spears, knives and other sharp items used for aiming skills, besides archery. She did much better while using her hands to control where the items were flying, rather than controlling a tool to control where something was aimed. She was never very well with skills such as camouflage, or anything when it came to strength. Wrestling, fighting and martial arts didn’t do well with her, but her small framed allowed her to dodge many blows when it practice fights. When her brother was around the age of three, he surprised his family by learning how to tie his shoes, where usually a child wouldn’t know how to do it until the age of six or seven. He was a natural knot-tier and survivalist, and knew by instinct what to do when he was in immediate danger. The two shared their skills with each other, hoping to make the other and themselves stronger with better skills.</sup>