hummingbird wade; district eleven; fin

Hi, my name is Birdy Wade and this is my life.

Here's what I look like: I am tiny. I am brunette. I stand on the tips of my toes so I can fly like a bird. Well-not really, even if that's in my name. Hummingbird. Birdy. You can call me either, even though I use Birdy mostly because Hummingbird is kind of a mouthful. If that's what you wanna use, though, go for it! I'm not picky what you call me! Unless it's "stupid". Or "bitch," or "dumbass," or "fuckhead," or any of those, really. If it's not mean, I'm okay. That's the only thing I really care about. People call me those things, see. They do it a lot, maybe, kind of? And it's kind of a bummer. I've never been good at letting people know when things upset me, so no matter who says that kind of thing, I just sort of shrug it off a little? I don't like to let people know things bother me. So I just kinda play it off. It's cool, though, you know? I don't mind.
Back to my appearance: I wear camisoles and flowy skirts. I like clothes that swirl and blow in the District Eleven breezes. It gives me a nice kind of freedom, I think.
I wear shorts, too, sometimes, even though I don't do it much. They're really convenient for climbing trees and things! It makes me feel a little confined, though, and that is a huge pain in the ass. Literally, sometimes, cause see, I like really short shorts, and- sorry. Sorry. Getting off topic.

I like to wear jewelry, too. Things like flower crowns and stacks of bangle bracelets.
Here's my family: my mom, Clover ; my dad, August ; and my sisters Sparrow and Sequoia. My mom is a Eleven native. Her maiden name is Valdez, by the way. I feel like that's going to be relevant at some point. She grew up in the fields with the fruit trees and she likes to talk about how much she used to love playing in the orchards. I don't really see the appeal-maybe cause I've grown up in the orchards myself. I don't know why she feels the need to keep telling me. Us. Me and Sparrow and 'Koya, that is. I'm sidetracking again.

My dad is from Two. He's a peacekeeper, see. He was assigned to Eleven years and years ago and met my mom and fell in love and all that. She kind of converted him to her hippie-type ways. Then they got married and had 'Koya, then me, then Sparrow. That's about it for my parents, they're pretty boring. I'm way more interesting. And my sisters, I guess.
[I'm the most interesting one. Don't tell them I said that, though. They'd get mad. Especially 'Koya.]
Here's why I'm the most interesting one: I...I don't know, okay? It's hard for me to explain these things.
This is what people would say if you asked them to talk about me: That is, discounting the insults. And the swears. So about 90% of people's opinions. Anyways. "Shy," probably. Or "isn't she, like, a flower child or something?" I get that surprisingly often. I mean, do you all live in the same District Eleven as me or have y'all been magically transported to a rural paradise? Cause where I'm from, this is a relatively normal state of being. Anyways. I keep getting sidetracked. It's probably cause when you get right down to it, I don't know how to talk about myself. I know how to talk about my family. I know how to talk about what I look like. I know how to talk about what I do. But I don't know how to talk about who I am deep down under the skin, and isn't that really the most important part?

I am Hummingbird Wade, and I am not caged.
Here's a story: My dad tells me about District Two sometimes. He says it was smoky and dark and there were buildings everywhere. I don't know how he survived there. I have a theory that people need sunlight to grow, like plants. That's why everyone in the city Districts is so messed up. Especially the people down in Thirteen. That is, if it exists. I don't like thinking about rebellions and rumors and all that. It makes me dizzy.
Anyways: how do people grow, all packed together in little boxes like that? It's like they're animals. Hell, even animals shouldn't be treated like that, and if it's bad for animals, think of what it must be doing to people, right?

I should stop trying to think about this stuff. It makes my head hurt.
Here's some stuff that I know how to talk about: My name is Hummingbird Junebug Wade. I live in District Eleven. I am seventeen years old. I wish I could fly.
That's who I am, in essence. That is what you need to know about me. That is who I am, and it tells a better story of me than elaborate words could ever hope to.
I don't think in words. I think in movement. That's why this is so hard for me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Hummingbird Wade. That's me. That is everything I am, summed up into two little words. People see my name on the Reaping checks or on a class attendance list and they don't know anything about me, but they know my name, and that is all they need to know. I cannot be contained by words. I cannot be contained by anything.

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comments/other: trying something different with the bio. whoooo. this is also the first time ever i have posted a bio completely finished. !!!
fc; cristin milioti
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