Phoebe Sawdust D7 {Finished}

My name is Phoebe Sawdust, and I am a singing sensation. I was born into a massive, and I mean massive family, in district seven known as the Sawdust family. Also as if having a massive family in this world wasn't enough exactly eighteen years ago something even crazier happened. Myself along with my sister and brother were all born on the same day as triplets. So yes instead of getting to have my own special birthday, every year for seventeen years I have had to share it. However, luckily there is one place I can't be followed, one place I rise above all of my family, singing.

One thing I find special about my family is the fact every single one of us has our own special niche. Like my sister Leaf specializes in medicines while I am a true born vocalist. I don't know if it's like this in every family but I prefer to believe it is ours only, making us unique. In case you haven't noticed I love to be unique because when you are in a family as big as mine you begin to feel like just another mouth to feed. And yes I do mean another mouth to feed when it comes to our financial situation.

Originally my parents were both incredibly wealthy and it lasted for a while too. Yet that all changed as soon as they started having more and more children with what seemed like no limits. Sadly they only came to their sense after there were about ten of us, or at least I believe it's ten. Due to that we ran out of our money faster than a rabbit running from a coon in a falling timber forest. It got so bad that we were all homeless just waiting to die from starvation or disease, and I came pretty damn close too. I remember that time like it was only yesterday when in all actuality it was about five years ago now. I was so hungry and weak that I contracted a rare disease known as Lupus which ultimately shuts down your kidneys. Then due to our money problem it seemed as if I was doomed to die, but then a miracle happened. While my mother was carrying me through the district square begging for help a wealthy doctor who still had a heart decided to help me for no charge, why I will never know. My condition was so bad he has to preform surgery on one of my kidney's within several days so he could remove it before the disease began affecting the other kidney. The surgery ultimately was preformed two days later once he had collected all the needed supplies including anesthetics, yet again from where I don't know and don't care to know in all honesty. I woke up about a day after the surgery to massive pain and horrible projectile vomiting. The doctor told me pain medicine would only make the stomach cramps worse so I had to ride the storm out. About a week after surgery though I was feeling much more like myself and we were permitted to leave but he told me I would never be the same. Due to the starvation I had been facing and now this awful disease my immune system was all but shot so he told me I had to be extra careful if I ever get sick. Another thing I got out of the surgery was quite the notable scar the runs horizontally across my stomach. Yet I don't mind it since I know it is just a reminder that I get to live another day.

Another thing also changed after my contraction of the disease to my family. All of us kids knew we needed money so we all acquired jobs based on our special niches. Some of the jobs include the following: my brother Terrance got a job working with kids since he adores kids, my brother Remy got one dealing with logical situations I'm not sure exactly what since I hardly talk to him. In fact, I hardly talk to any of my siblings, I'm not sure why but I just always feel like the odd one out so I keep my distance. The only siblings I really do talk to our my fellow triplets: Wynn and Leaf, for some reason being with them does make me feel special. I'm not sure why but all I know is I could tell them any thing and I know they will always be there for me. Anyway as for the job I found, well it is singing as quiet background music in a small cafe in the district square. My pay was meager like the rest of my siblings but they added up and we were able to buy a new house only slightly smaller than the one we previously had and lost, which wasn't real big to start with. However, still to this day we have to save up money to furnish it so our furniture include: sleeping bags as beds and cardboard boxes as tables and such. It may not be the best kind of living but it sure as hell beats living on the streets and almost biting the dust.

As for some information about exactly who seventeen year old Phoebe Sawdust is well let's see. I absolutely hate being non-original or not unique to say. Ever since I was a baby I have always been just another one of those Sawdust kids, or just one of those triplets. So over the years I have grown to absolutely despise not being my own individual. The one place I actually feel as though I am unique compared to everyone else is when I am singing. Yet there is a problem about me wanting to be an individual and expressing that individuality.

I am incredibly, and I mean INCREDIBLY, shy when it comes to people or crowds or just anything social. So one can only imagine the problems I suffer with trying to express my own uniqueness. However, I have discovered the one solution to my shyness, and that of course is singing. I don't know how to explain it but when I take the stage or even when I am just letting the notes fly out of my mouth I truly feel like I am shining. Even when I am writing my own songs I feel my energy and entire being leaking onto the page and forming the lyrics. Yet whenever I am not doing anything singing related I am right back to my inverted self, so that's why I leave all the socializing to my triplet brother Wynn.

Now if you were some how able to surpass my shyness you would actually discover a kind and smart young woman. You see I don't think I could ever win the Hunger Games because I simply do not like hurting even the smallest of insects. My family always tells me that if I really had to, to survive that I could and would kill someone, but I'm not so sure. I mean killing an insect is one thing, which I can't even do, but killing another emotional and living human being. How the hell could someone possibly do that? As for the smart side of myself well I am not the smartest person around but I sure as hell am not idiotic either. In fact, I believe I have a highly advanced vocabulary since I always read an old dictionary I found at a dump when we were homeless to find new words for my lyrics.

Well now that you know who I am I suppose I should tell you what in the name of Ripred I look like. So um well my hair is a nice mix of light and dark brown coloration matching the color of my rather slim eyebrows. Due to the surgery I had long ago I don't eat very much so I am also rather skinny weighing only about 130 pounds max. Now my weight isn't the only thing that came as a result of those bad years in my life. The other cause of my hungry years as I call them now isn't exactly physical but is still just as bad. Due to the lack of nutrients to my body specifically my brain during that time I now apparently have an anxiety disorder that causes my to get wound up over the smallest things. For example one time I had to give a speech in school I literally fainted just writing the speech from hyperventilating! Sorry about straying off there for a second now lets return to my physique again shall we? I have a nice fair skin tone which is absolutely swarmed by hundreds of freckles ranging in shapes, colors, and sizes. My eyes also match my hair since they are a very deep and warm hazel nut brown color. As for my height I am the typically height here in district seven, at about five foot ten inches.

Now as for the fashion I choose to wear well that depends of the occasion. On normal days I wear a very old and worn out blue jean long sleeved jacket with a white v neck underneath. Then with that I typically wear also very worn out skirts either light blue, pink, or light green. As for my typical shoes are black flats with several holes which we don't currently have the money to repair, like the rest of my outfit. As for on Reaping Day I always wear the same old crazy tight short pink dress with very petite white open toed heels. Yeah I guess that just about sums me up, so I hope you can now tell I'm not just another Sawdust but instead am my own unique person. Bye!

CODEWORD: ODAIR