Blue Follower District 12[Finished!

I have an dark appearance to me. Although it is dark it can still be said that I am a pretty decent looking person. MY eyes are grey like an normal seam child. They hold a essence of sadness to them. While rarely bright looking when you see my eyes as I am bright, and happy they are no ordinary seam color. No they can be said to look magnificent.

My bony body, and thin legs are that of a seam child too perhaps even worse. Yes I believe my boned structure is only a smidge from braking point that is death. My hair could be clean, and a nice healthy black if I was not malnourished. So for the sake of getting the description right it is long dried and even a tad grey from being under nourished.

My smile is not seen enough by other people no sense in describing it. My freckles give me an appearance of younger than I am. No one knows why I have them. I am awfully tall for being malnourished. Even though it is 5 foot 5 not really that tall the amount of food I have eaten you would be surprised if I ever got past 5 foot.

I am vengeful. I am not one to mope around about poor me. NO I take charge. People will pay for what they do to me. I don't sit back and watch as my life is being turned upside down and say what do I do. NO I am one to take back what I deserve, and destroy those who says other wise.

I am a very punk like girl. Like I said I take charge of my life. I can make simple jokes, and I say a lot of sarcastic things to people. It is not in my nature to be forgiving. I probably will never be. My soul is good just revenge is one of its quirks.

I am one not to complain to my friends or dawdle on my sad back story. The only part of my life I speak of is my sister. Oh how I loved her. My heart haves enough room for her. It haves enough room to allow me to change my personality at times to tell her story. The story that should never be forgotten. Unlike My sister I was never easy going. I was loving towards her and friendly to few. I am not arrogant, but I am also not feeling bad about my self.

At age eight my parents were dead. Leaving me alone. I was picked up and put in a community home where I remained alone. No one cared. My parents died of starvation so I suppose those other kids assumed I would too. MY parents died from the capitol, and its repressive system. Not enough food is what I heard my parents say as they died.

My goal is to not to do the same. My goal is to show the capitol who is boss. That is the people. I get my food from shipments coming in on the train. Yes I steal. I suppose it will put me on bad ends with the capitol, but aren't we all. I skip school for reasons of not caring, and to make sure they never get ahold of me. My ultimate goal is to get in the games.

Oh yes. No I don't want it to be before I am ready. yeah no That is when they win when I am called before my plan has been made. Yes My plan has always been been, and has been to do something, and a group of outrageous things in the capitol, and in the games only then will I shut myself up.

I have nothing to lose.Only my boy friend maybe, but he has agreed to go in too if I really wanted. I suppose that is one person who made me not as alone. He too came to the community home around the same time I did. Only I know his true story, and I intend on keeping it. He wants this just as much as I do. Just to do something outrageous in the games not the little instances of mooning the game makers no much worse. We have been planning this together for the longest time. At eighteen I may be ready. Hopefully I am. Who knows it may be sooner.

As time goes by though I am still very reckless out of the games. I unlock chains of people in the whipping stockade or what ever they call it. I set them free before their beating begins. I even when I have a piece of bread to spare get them going on life out side of district twelve. I believe this helps get back the capitol. It helps these people. Perhaps even my soul.