hannah o'leary |. district nine [finished]

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hannah o'leary |. district nine [finished] May 5, 2014 18:21:32 GMT -5

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hannah ray o'leary.
~~twelve~~ thirteen as of the 67th AC.
female.
district nine.
odair.

the real hannah:
boisterous. cheerful. doesn't think before she acts. loud.
prone to get into trouble. rebellious. insecure.
short tempered.

fake hannah one:
quiet. antisocial. shy. passive.

fake hannah two:
aggressive. bully. selfish. bossy. hot headed.
confident. narcissistic. short tempered.
cruel.

fake hannah three:
glamorous. charismatic. sweet. kind.

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hannah o'leary |. district nine [finished] May 5, 2014 22:26:40 GMT -5

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oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
you think your dreams are the same as mine

Who is she? you wonder. Her childish face is familiar to you, but yet so alien. She is different from the girl you saw the last time you looked in the mirror, but her features give her away. The slim nose, the opal shaped face, the full lips, the fair skin, the willowy build. Her face and her body has not changed a bit.

It is her pristine appearance that makes her look like a stranger. But she is you.

The grime on her skin has been washed away by suds. Her long, curly locks of chestnut brown hair has been shortened to chest-length. Her dark hair used to be as dry as dead, fallen leaves, but now it is glossy and healthy. It is hair that should belong on a doll: it is too clean, too smooth to be on a human girl's head. It would be frizzy and wild, similar to a lion's mane, if she did not use so many hair products.

Even those bright hazel eyes of hers are different. Their depths used to be empty, desolate . . . like voids. Hazel voids. But a spark of hope dances in her eyes, because now she has a reason to have hope. Her brother's victory brought her from rags to riches, from a loser to a queen in school. She no longer must endure the cruel children that tormented her at school. She no longer must suffer through their storms of bitter words. Her classmates used to look at her with scorn and disgust, but now they look at her like she is royalty.

In her delicate lace dresses and satin blouses and floral skirts, she does not look quite like royalty. Maybe if she were prettier she could look like a queen, or if poverty had not left its mark on her. Although she is clean and smells like geraniums, she is still deathly skinny, although she eats more. Slowly, she is gaining weight, but her ribs are still visible under her skin and her limbs are still twig-like. It is her surname that makes her seem like a royal. O'Leary. The name itself is a golden crown. She likes the way it rolls off of people's tongues. Their envious voices are music to her ears. When they hear the teacher call, "Hannah O'Leary," they look at her with respect rather than scorn.

She wants to remind them of the years of torture she suffered through. She wants to make them sorry for bullying her. The old Hannah would have. She had fashioned a new personality and a new reputation for herself after Quiet Hannah made school hell. Instead of being the victim, she became the bully. Quiet Hannah had contained her anger and hatred and thirst for revenge in a cage, but her rage chewed right through the metal bars with its teeth, and emerged. These were not her true colors, but she wanted revenge. And she got it.

After a while, she put a stop to her cruelty. She looked at the people she had broken, and she saw herself. They were wounded, just like she had been. She felt guilt. It was a knife in her chest, twisting and twisting and twisting until she couldn't take the pain anymore. She apologized to all whom who tormented, but only a few accepted her apology.

She wanted to change again, put on a new mask, be someone else. But then her brother won the Hunger Games. When she saw him for the first time in two weeks (it felt like a century to her), her mask crumbled and she was just Hannah O'Leary again, not Cruel Hannah or Quiet Hannah. Just Hannah. Loud, boisterous, cheerful Hannah. She was herself, as she always is when she is home.

When she went to school the next day, she was met with cameras and envy and friendliness. People kissed up to her, tried to befriend her. She smiled for the cameras, but the people holding them left once she entered the school. She does not receive the amount of attention that Soap gets, and she doesn't want to. She can barely handle the attention she gets now. Although she loves it, sometimes is frightens her when people, Capitol people, people she doesn't know, follow her with cameras.

Regardless of uncomfortable she feels, she smiles and laughs and talks to the photographers. You're so fake, Hannah, she thinks to herself when she talks to them. She wants to say, "That makeup looks funny on your skin," almost every time she sees someone from the Capitol, but she has to hold her rude opinion back.

She can already see a new fake Hannah forming. She feels almost pressured to be the kind, charismatic, glamorous child that she has to be in front of the camera. She wonders if she will let her insecurities will drive her to try to be someone else again. She knows that she may fall victim to her insecurity once again, but she tries desperately to be stronger than that. (But she is not strong enough.) Part of her wants to scream, "Fuck you all, you fake, plastic, stupid Capitolites!" They test her short temper, the way they look at her like she is made of pure gold. They see her as a doll rather than a human being. She wants to slap them and tell them what she really thinks of them, but she will not embarrass Soap like that.

Watch your mouth, Han, she tells herself every day. She can't slip up because there are always people watching, many wishing to get dirt on the O'Learys. Everyone loves celebrity gossip and exploiting the lives of Victors. She can't pull pranks, she can't disobey her elders. She cannot be the rebellious child that she is, at least not anymore. She used to get in trouble at school almost every day, and the school sent countless letters to her parents about her ridiculous behavior at school.

As you look at this girl - no you - in the mirror, you ask, "Where have you gone, Hannah? When will your act end?"

But you do not have an answer.

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hannah o'leary

thirteen

district nine

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