Re: Lyla Stinson [D1]

People say I'm a stunning fourteen year old. I have long, dark hair that is usually straight. Every once and a while my mom will curl it, but usually only for special occasions. My mom and I look nothing alike, I mean NOTHING alike. I have red hair and hazel/blue-grey eyes, and my mom has brown eyes and blonde hair. The only thing I really get from my mom is her giant feet. I look a little like my dad though. We have the same nose, and I do get my eyes from him.

I'm not too short, but I'm definitely not tall either. I think last time I checked I was 5'1, but oh well. I'm a little on the skinny side, but I'd rather be skinny than overweight. Not that there's anything wrong with that though. Like I mentioned before, I have GIANT feet. My only really bad habit is that I bite my nails. I'm usually very clean looking and as crisp as a fourteen year old girl can be. I would wear more tom-boy clothes, but my sister likes girly-girl clothes.

I'm not cocky or arrogant, but I'm confident in myself. For example, when I walk into a fancy place, and I don't think, "will they like me?" I think "do I like them?" I don't give into peer pressure, especially not teenage boy crap. I'm just defending my own case, you don't have to believe me. I guess every like one one hundredth of the time I'm too confident. But of course, that's a very rare occasion. My mom's nickname for me is "smart aleck."

I'm scared of a few things though...Like thunder, thunder is horribly terrible. I'm also scared of mice and rodents, but I can handle snakes. I actually have a pet snake, his name is Duke. I do have a secret addiction though...gum. I chew gum all the time. I think one of the hardest things in the games would be not having any. Becuase of this problem, I constantly find myself chewing on random things.

The thing that makes me the most happy though would probably have to be my older sister. She makes me feel like the world is an okay place. I like hiding things from myself. Like I know they are there, but I like to pretend they aren't. It's nice to believe things aren't what they really are. It's like putting a dog in a cat costume and knowing it's a dog, but talking yourself into really thinking it is a cat. It sounds stupid, but it's how my little fourteen year old brain works. I know, I don't seem that smart.

I live with my dad and my older sister, Brianna. My mom died when I was six years old. I was close to her then, so now it hurts more then ever, because I need her. She died in a fight with cancer, and I never really woke up from that nightmare. I still see her sitting there, cheering me on, even when I was doing horrible. She always took my side, even when I was wrong. It felt good to know someone would always be there for me. Do you have someone like that in your life?

My dad and I have an interesting relationship I guess. We get along, but we are so alike we butt heads a lot. Over every little thing like what we are having for breakfast. We have stopped fighting as much as we used too. We still fight of course, but not nearly as much. He's a little too overprotective sometime, but I guess that's okay. He's my dad, and I guess that's what daddies do right? Now, he's a pretty big key figure in my life.

I guess I have kinda taken you on a tour of the big three people in my life, and now we come to the conclusion with the biggest figure in my life. My sister, Brianna, I have no clue what I would do without her. She has basically become the only motherly figure I have now. She keeps me from going completely insane. She just turned nineteen, which helps because she can't get reaped anymore. She used to be a career, so she could defend herself if she did get reaped, but luckily she never did. She's tried her hardest to get me ready, but I don't know if I could do it. She makes the world go round, and she always tells me to pound the pavement to get what I need.