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{Drew Whitley}{D5}{FIN} Sept 8, 2013 15:20:01 GMT -5

Post by Dreams on Sept 8, 2013 15:20:01 GMT -5

Name: Drew Amara Whitley
Pronunciation: Dreh-oo Ah-mare-ah Wit-lee
Age: 15
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District/Area: District 5
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Codeword: odair
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{Drew Whitley}{D5}{FIN} Sept 8, 2013 15:43:07 GMT -5

Post by Dreams on Sept 8, 2013 15:43:07 GMT -5

i've never seen a diamond in the flesh
i cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
and i'm not proud of my address
in the torn-up town, no post code envy

Lemme guess, you thought I was a boy when you heard my name. Sorry to disappoint you. I tend to be confusing like that. I guess Drew isn't very feminine. I'm a random fourteen year old of District 5. Not exactly the best place to be in Panem, but hey, at least I'm alive. I hope you like bedtime stories. I'm about to tell you one. Except this one is very true.

but every song's like
gold teeth
grey goose
trippin' in the bathroom

Every story needs a main character, yes? Well, guess who the protagonist is! Yours truly. How about I explain what I look like, so that you can identify me later. Though I highly doubt if you even care.

Where to start, where to start... Ah yes, how about my eyes! They're what I like to call a light hazel. Amber, it would seem, mixed with a muted green. Golden flecks dot my irises, but are hardly noticeable. They're almost always glowing with excitement. Or boredom. Take your pick. Or as the other characters in the story like to call brown smudged with green. Practically the same thing, though. You can decide for yourself. I would personally go with my description, but you are entitled to your own opinion.

My hair is pretty nice. It's a pale blonde, darker at the roots, and shiny in the sunlight. Probably because it's a little greasy, but we're in District 5. What do you expect? It's kind of wild, but I think it has a mind of it's own. It's somewhat curly, but some people call it straight. Honestly, I can't pick a side. It's usually a layered mess, locks unevenly cut by my family. It reaches my shoulders, but I sort want to grow it out. I don't know if I'll ever do it. The future's just a mystery.

I have a small chin and thin jawline. My nose is pointy but decently small. My lips are thin and have a peachy tone to them. Underneath them are off-white teeth, somewhat uneven. I seem to have a crooked smile; like my mouth was angled somewhat sideways. It seems that I'm always wearing a sly grin. My eyebrows are a little thick and darker, resembling the roots of my hair.

I'm slender and decently sized. A bit taller than most girls my height, being 5'7". I weigh 119 pounds, which is a bit thin. But it is pretty good, considering how poor my family is. I don't have a lot of meat, my arms and legs are quite skinny. I guess it's good for being fast, but I don't have a lot of strength. My feet are light and my reflexes are quite swift. I'm flexible and balanced, which beats brute force any day.

blood stains, ball gowns
trashin' the hotel room
we don't care
we're driving cadillacs in our dreams

Now that you know what I look like, how about I introduce you to me. How I act and feel. ~~And how awesome I am.~~ You get the idea. I now present to you the odd creature known as myself. Enjoy.

I'm cheerful. Bubbly. I like to be that way, too. The cup's half full, right? I have a family, I'm still breathing, I have a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, and food on the table. What more could you ask for? It's a pretty charmed life in Five. I have a large group of friends, all who I would give my life for. Being nice to everyone is my thing. I don't want enemies, life is too short for them. I try to make everyone's day. I want to be known as the little sun in District 5, shining into the darkness where it's needed most. I'm the girl who always has a smile on my face and positive words almost always escape my lips. Though it doesn't mean I'm not thinking ugly thoughts on the inside.

I'm that one people pleaser. Like one who's born a servant. I can't bare to see anyone in distress. And if I don't help, the pit of guilt in my stomach digs deeper. If that person loses the thing they were trying to protect, I feel like it was all my fault. Like I could of done more. I seem to care more about other people than I do myself. I want to be accepted, and I believe we all do. None of us are really fond of rejection. I try my best and hardest to please. I guess I just make others happy before I make myself happy.

I like trouble. I'm a natural at it. You can already see it on my face; the mischievous eyes and suspicious smile. I am very fond of sneaking and pulling pranks. My body type lets me do it very easily. I have the clever mind to do it, too. I think ahead, I get the best of my victims. It is quite fun to see the expression on their faces. So many stories I could share. I barely ever get caught in the act. Besides, lectures are really stupid. I usually mute out the words. I get easily entertained by my surrounding, and I've grown patient in waiting for the right person to pull a trick on. So, my friend, watch out. I'll be up above, down beneath, or maybe right behind you...

but everybody's like
cristal, maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
we don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

So how about we start with the story. I have to warn you, mine will not end with all the happy endings. It won't have any princes, any magical fairies to make things better. No heroes to come to rescue, no one to keep the villains at bay. It's my life. Viewer discretion is advised.

My life is pretty nice. I guess. I was born to rich family. Yeah, I know. Rich in Five. Who would've guessed? I've never looked like the rest of my kin. My pale blonde hair and green eyes? I don't even know how they got there. My mother is a red head, my father a brunette. They both share gray eyes and have stocky builds. My brother has auburn hair and blue eyes, also muscular. I wonder my appearance ever came to be. I guess I've never really met my grandparents, but even my parents seemed genuinely surprised by my looks.

I was five when my brother was born. I was excited, as every sibling would be. I even got to pick out his name. Noah. I knew I would love him forever, even if he annoyed me. I was going to help him with any problem I had. Be a good older sister. But as I grew up, I noticed something was different with him. He didn't think like I did, he didn't seem right. He acted strange and his mind seemed to process things much slower. He couldn't read my expressions, because it seemed whenever I was angry, he thought I was asking for more. He always got on my nerves, embarrassed me in front of my friends. Even my parents noticed something.

I was eight when Noah was diagnosed with autism. It was heartbreaking. That I was never going to have a brother who was truly with me. Who never really understood. I started to hate him. To shut him out. He was a nuisance for me and he never knew when to leave. It really loved him. I did. But it was so hard for it to show through. But what was even harder for me to do was be myself. With my brother having special needs, I was expected a lot from. I was apparently supposed to be more mature. Maybe to make up for what Noah should be. I never got any attention. I was something in the past now, and Noah was now had the spotlight. I faded into the shadows. I was nothing more than a dulled dream, trying to be a kid.

Nothing had happened since Noah was diagnosed. Just the constant feeling of rejection and loneliness. Being more grown up, I can start to branch away from my family. Do things I want to do. Be the kid I was holding in for so long. I can't wait to get out of the house, to get away from Noah. I usually sit alone, wishing he was normal. Wishing that my young days weren't messed up because of his messed up brain. Wishing I would be noticed instead of my brother getting attention. Even though he's autistic, I can't help but feel jealousy and bitterness towards him. I find myself in tears often, feeling as if my childhood was wasted away. Just because of one crappy misfortune.

and we'll never be royals
it don't run in our blood
that kind of lux ain't for us
we crave a different kind of buzz

odair

Royals, Lorde

1419 words

let me be your ruler
you can call me queen bee
and baby i'll rule, i'll rule, i'll rule, i'll rule
let me live that fantasy

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