Sammy Gustav D9 Done

Sammy Gustav
Eighteen
Male
District Nine

I like to think of myself as the typical teenager, but in all honesty, I'm probably far from the typical teenager. I enjoy studying. Reading and learning is my world. It's amazing what can happen when a book is opened up. A brand new adventure is brought into life. Every page is a new adventure waiting to be discovered. A new adventure waiting for one to travel. I can always be seen with my face stuffed in a book. Reading helps me to relax. Sometimes, I wonder if reading is a new way of life for me. It gives me time to just be myself. I love going to school and learning about history. History is my favorite subject. I like learning about the past. It allows me to realize where the nation has came from. What child enjoys history? The answer is me. I enjoy history. I enjoy reading. I enjoy studying. I'm often mistaken as a nerd. A typical stereotype for someone who enjoys studying.

Appearance

When you look at me, what do you see? A red head with freckles? A handsome looking young male? A nerd? I like to consider myself all these things. I'm tall standing about five foot seven inches at fourteen. I weigh probably one hundred thirty five pounds. I'm neither strong nor fast. I'm not a sexy weightlifter, and I'm not the skinny runner. I'm the nerd sitting in the corner reading. My fire engine red hair sticks out to everyone. I can be spotted yards away from a person. I can be trying to sneak up on them, but my hair makes it difficult. And my unsteady gait. My hair lays almost flat on the sides of my head with a little more fluff on the top. Part of my hair enjoys standing straight up. No matter what I do to it, it won't lay down. It's part of me. I hate it, but I don't care. My light red, bushy eyebrows are horrible. They do little to shade my eyes when needed.

My small, angular brown eyes sit perfectly on my face. (Well, they may not be perfect to others, but they are to me.) My nose is smaller than most people's; however, it doesn't bother me. I want to be different. My bulky, pink lips always form a smile. I have no reason to frown. Smiling makes the world better.My voice is deep and raspy compared to most males my age. I constantly sound like I've inhaled a lot of smoke, but I've never been around smoke. I've never inhaled smoke. I guess it's just another part of a curse. Red freckles cover my slightly tan face. I don't get out in the sun a lot because I prefer being inside reading. I usually turn as red as a tomato if I've been in the sun for a long time. My clothes are usually neatly pressed. I don't want to look like a gangster with baggy clothes; however, most of my clothes are too big. It makes me look larger, and bulkier than I really am. As long as I'm happy, it doesn't matter what others think.

"Look it's gimp!" People laugh at me all the time because I have this unsteady gate when I walk. I'm constantly limping around. I've been made fun of a lot for it, but it doesn't bother me. I was born with a club foot on my left leg. I was told I would never walk, but I had to defeat the odds. I couldn't be stuck sitting all the time because I had another adventure to go on. My great adventure of life. I was slowly able to take steps. People can hear me coming from far away. That leg has been broken as well. I wanted to run, but I would end up falling and eating dirt. My momma created a special shoe, so I can walk like everyone else; however, it's still noticeable. The club foot causes my left leg to be three inches shorter than my right. I deal with it. I don't care what others say even though it hurts. I am stronger than them. I've worked to overcome my disability, but it makes me stronger in every way possible. "What doesn't kill me will make me stronger."

Personality

People stereotype me as the typical red head child. They see me having a short temper to match my hair. I do have a short temper. I like to think I don't, but the smallest remark can detonate the bomb that's lit inside me. I speak without thinking many times with regret of what I've said. I'm quick to act, and I'm slow to think. "Think before you act because you can't take back what you've said once its passed your lips." My momma always tells me this. I try to remember to think before I speak, but once that spark is ignited, I have little control over what happens. I try to work on it by keeping myself calm. I try to allow myself to stay in control, but at times I believe it's impossible. It's impossible for me to keep a steady head in the heat of the moment. If I was able to keep my temper under control, I'd possibly have more friends. If I had more friends, maybe it would be easier to control the spark that's lit. Who would think I would have such a bad temper under an innocent face.

If my temper is calm, and I'm in a friendly conversation, I tend to be very polite and respectful. I enjoy listening to others talk because it allows my brain to explore what others are thinking. I value respect. I'll wait for others to bring me into a conversation before I just jump in and talk. It's rude to interrupt people. It's rude to invite yourself into a conversation because the other two are just talking, and it's quite possible they don't want you in the said conversation. I'll be honest with you. If I'm talking to someone, and I'm interrupted, I'll make you wish you never interrupted me. I'll light you up. (I'm probably more talk than I am actions.) I enjoy getting involved in intelligent conversations. It's a way for me to make myself seem smarter. I study a lot, but I'm still not the brightest person around. There's nothing wrong with a friendly debate except when it becomes unfriendly. I tend to leave debates angry, so I stay out of them if I can.

I'm a nerd. I'm a very intelligent person. I love going to school to learn more each and every day. History fascinates me. I love learning about my ancestors. I love learning what happened to make the world it is the way it is today. I don't really hate the games because I can see why they were started. I can't imagine why anyone would rebel against the Capitol that loves them. They do love us right? It's not just a conspiracy to get us to do what they want? Well, they have to love us. I never used to think they loved us, but in school they always say they do love us. They have us a place to live. (I guess I'm very gullible.) I don't fear the Hunger Games because I'm still young. I don't want to live my life in fear because it never does any good. It just brings pain and heart ache later. Am I crazy for believing the Capitol? People say I am, but I don't believe I am. It's the history of the nation that brings my life to a different prospective on everything.

History

I'm an only child being spoiled by my parents since birth. I was born to Kylee, and Kristopher Gustav. I always wanted to have a little brother or sister, but mamma said it wouldn't happen. She didn't want to have another child. I was the only one she wanted. She spoiled me like crazy. I was able to receive almost everything I wanted. If I wasn't given what I wanted I threw a fit. She was embarrassed to take me anywhere with her. She treated me like I was special because I was born with a club foot. Learning to walk was difficult for me. Mamma never thought I'd walk, but I proved her wrong. "Mamma, I'll walk just wait and see." She didn't believe me. She was set in her ways that I would never walk. The day I proved her wrong, I was sitting my bedroom, and she was in the kitchen. I heard her calling for me. I stood up, and almost fell over. I had practiced for a while standing up and taking steps. I caught my balance and walked through the halls to the kitchen. She was smiling ear to ear when she saw me.

I was allowed to go to school after that. I was six when I started school. I was behind everyone else, but I wanted to learn. I wanted to study. I wanted to further my education. Every subject was a challenge at first. I hated going into history because it was lame. I didn't care about why the nation is the way it is, but the more they pressed me to learn about it, the more I began to realize it was meant to happen. I never understood why anyone would turn on a nation that loves them. It blows my mind away. When I realized that, I started reading every history book I could get my hands on. I would sit for hours reading about history learning about my ancestors because I don't want anyone to repeat what happened. My love for history grew. I never realized another nation was here before the nation of Panem came about. They have to love us because they care for us. They provide what we need, but at the same time part of me hates them for it.

I made my only friend when I was eleven. I never had friends because I didn't find anyone that was worth trusting. He was the only person that accepted me for who I am. He didn't care that I was a redhead. He didn't care that I had a club foot. He respected me, and I respected him. We would spend time in the rain walking with each other and having a blast. We would end up in trouble by my parents a lot because Mamma wanted me to be home by a certain hour of the day, but I never came home then. I enjoyed staying away from their grasp. I started hating how they kept me all piled up in one place never wanting me to go out. I hated how they thought I was special when I was anything other than special. It's amazing how life is much better without them hovering over my shoulder making sure I do well. "I'm glad to have a friend like you, Zak. You are amazing." It's true what I said because he allows me a chance to escape from my parents who want to hold me back.

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