Willow Fields I District 9 Female I Finished!

Hey, look! Another person I can bore with my interesting looks and appearance details, oh sorry. I'm Willow Fields, I am from District 9. Metal, soap and toothpaste, such a boring district. Probably even district 3 is more interesting than this joint, but anyways lets get onto my beautiful characteristics. First of all, I'm short. I have silky caramel-brown hair that would normally cascade down my shoulders and rest there, my hair shines in the sunlight and it always has had that weird feeling to it that my hair was somewhat really soft and most people would like resting their head against my shoulder and they'll be perfectly fine. My eyes are brown, they usually have that message that I am a friendly person. But there is something about me that isn't beautiful,I usually wear a white top with a small brown jacket that covers over it, and blue jeans. 

For my Formal Wear, I usually get my hair up into a certain ponytail and wear a white dress. It's very silky and kind of short, but I wear white high heels too so I can feel taller about myself. Not much about that, it's pretty simple. For outerwear/ clothing for when I go out on a walk while its cold my clothing would be a pair of jeans, a pair of boots, and a grey jacket covering. I usually don't dress up a lot but that's the best I can do. Hmm, what am I forgetting? I swear to god I was going to tell you something, but I guess it just slipped my mind.. OH, how silly of me. How could I forget? I have a large scar on my leg from my pet dog, it's really noticeable and it's a weak spot for me because I shiver whenever someone touches it.

You want to know more about me? This is the first time this has happened to me.. What do you want to know about me? Oh, my personality? I totally knew that... Okay, so first of all. I'm Adventurous, I absolutely love to go on walks to try and see whats new in my district. I am also Friendly, I love to makes friends and just have the need to do it because why the heck not? I am also very outgoing, I would probably try to make friends with the meanest peacekeeper in District 9. I am quiet also, I know I may not seem like it from reading this but I am probably really quiet. People are really judgemental at times, and it's kind of rude. Finally, I absolutely HATE heights. You could be on a hike or on a cliff, and suddenly someone could push you off. There goes your life.


More about my traits an personality
My Adventurousness usually lands me into a week-worth grounding. I usually go on a walk, which ends up into the forest and I get lost. When I get lost I end up getting found the next morning and the peackeepers' bring me home, that's how I get grounded because my parents are so worrying and they honestly cannot let me get out of the house because I wonder off too much, like, WAY too much. In my most honest opinion, I have way too many friends. I am friends with a lot of people, such as some of the peacekeepers that find me as their 'regular' and I have just decided to get to know the people that will be dragging me back to the hellhole known as my house almost every other week.


I seem quite the chatterbox, don't I? Yeah, I get that a lot when I write but I am actually truely outgoing. Shocker, I know right? I would probably try to become friends with the gamemakers I'm so outgoing, but I would probably end up getting my ass kicked if I try that. Oh well, I know what I'd do know if I were to ever be in the games! Now, you know how I am outgoing, and friendly, and all that crap? Yeah, I am actually a very quiet person when it comes to talking. The thought of saying one thing wrong and people could turn you into the laughing stock of the whole district is just rude, I never would like to be the laughing stock (even though I already am with some of the parents) of the district. It'd just be plain old damn horrible. "How are you both Quiet, and Outgoing at the same exact time?" You may ask, I would love to make friends it's just if you say one wrong thing the person could dislike you right then and there, thinking you're immature or stupid. Heights, is basically the same old reason why almost every person scared of heights is, just look down and all you see is land that could end up well being the land of your death. I would be scared shitless, if I were to go skydiving because I'd probably end up dying because I'd be freaking the fuck out so much I forget to pull the cord to unravel the parachute, oh well! 

Now, about my whole story, the whole enchilada, the whole whatever the fuck you want to call it. It all started the day of March 14th. I don't remember anything because I was just a baby then, a small, helpless baby, that couldn't do anything besides eat, sleep, cry, and shit my pants. Just like any average baby, right? I was born with no other siblings at the time, I was an only child and I liked it that way. I had a large room, my parents were somewhat wealthy enough to leave two empty rooms left in the house which I enjoyed personally because I had all the space I wanted to roam freely in the house. At the age of 3, It had become the time my baby brother, Mitchell, had been born. He was a large baby, I remember not being able to hold  him because he would be almost a bit heavy for me to hold which I found absolutely cool for some odd reason. Mitchell and I grew up together, being average siblings but we always had this certain click that kept us together. We never could fight that often because we couldn't deal with fighting, we found it immature as children but thought it was normal as teens.


When I was Seven, I found out my father died. Mitchell was old enough at the moment to be in Kindergarten, and one day both Mitchell and I were called to the office. When we got there, we saw our mother standing there in tears asking when her kids would be there. All I remember was mother saying that our father died, and Mitchell and I handling it fine, for then. For a few days I didn't believe my mother, I waited at home at the door for my dad, to see him walk in and give me a big hug. But he didn't for a week, after ten days I finally realized he wasn't going to come through that door. I cried the whole night, and my mother knew why. I couldn't stop myself, it was like being told that your pet dog that you had since you were born died. I cried the whole day, nobody knew why. I wouldn't tell them. I was being stubborn, I didn't want anyone else in my life to get attatched to. They would eventually die, and I would feel every bit of it.


At the age of nine, my mother started dating another man. He was fairly handsome, he was funny, cool, nice, and was very caring to Mitchell and I. One day, I heard the door open to her and the man laughing, and she told him goodnight and closed the door. I walked up to my mom and asked if they were dating, my mother replied yes. "But wouldn't that be wrong? You're married!" I said innocently, my mother laughed. "Your dad is far gone by now, once your spouse dies you're technically not married." I hated the man for a few days, he was replacing the one person that I loved more then my mother herself. My dad, he was the largest part of me and it was just suddenly taken away. One day, my mother came home from work in a cheery mood. I asked her why, and she showed me her hand. By now, I actually liked the man and hoped he'd propose to her because I found it romantic. I saw the ring, and I squealed in delight. I hugged my mother and congratulated her, six months later the wedding was passed, he moved in, and life was normal. When I was about twelve my mother told me that she was pregnant, my mother was around the age of 39 at the moment. I didn't really care because it meant being woken up in the middle of the night to crying, again. When the baby was born, my grandmother wasn't there. My mother and I wondered curiously why she wasn't there, so my mom had dad watch over Baby Madi while we went to check up on her. When we got there, we found out that she had died. I broke down to pieces, I sank down onto the ground and put my face in my hands. This was real, I recognised death now and my grandma was every part of me after dad died. I cried, and cried. My mother stood there, her face white in shock and tears streaming down her face faster then a bullet. We walked home, in each others arms crying about the one we had lost. By now, we have a full-running family without any deaths soon, but who knows? Fate may decide if I were to die anytime soon, and that were to be from the games.