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savannah de avila | district one | fin Jul 25, 2014 0:20:48 GMT -5

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savannah diamante de avila
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seventeen
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that one character that was tattle's but then she was zoe's but then she was mine.

"so i'll take this jar and fill it with hearts, and i'll prove just how tough a little broken girl can be."

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savannah de avila | district one | fin Jul 25, 2014 0:58:09 GMT -5

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Number 1: Age Nine,

Daddy says that all princesses need to have diaries so today he bought me one. I like it because it's blue and that's my favorite color, and it has stars on it and stars are my favorite.

I told Daddy I loved him because he got me it and he said he loved his princess too.

Number 148: Age Ten,

Momma took me to cut my hair today. It's not short because when she said to cut it short I started crying, so they just cut the ends of it and made it pretty. The lady that did it said I looked really pretty, and Momma took me to get ice cream. Ana said that all I ever had to do was cry and then I got what I wanted and I told her to shut up or I was gonna go tell on her so she did.

Number 992: Age Fourteen,

Kellan broke up with me today.

I guess I'm not all that surprised, I mean it's not like I haven't heard about him kissing Colette Moreno, but it still really, really hurts. What is the point in all of this? I mean, to be with him for a year, and then he just one day breaks up with me because "he really needs to focus on his training"? I knew it would happen. I knew as soon as I saw him looking at her from across the room in algebra. I knew it.

Whatever, maybe he'll wake up tomorrow are realize he made a mistake.
- Sav

Number 1006: Age Fourteen,

It's been two weeks. Fourteen days of him ignoring me, of him walking in the opposite direction when I see him in the hallway, of pretending not to notice me calling his name, of acting like I don't even exist. I'm done with this. I'm done with relationships. Momma was right about love, and now I know I should have listened to her when she warned me that "I was only going to get hurt in the end."

Love is not a good thing. Love is... it's like a game, and the only way to win is to be the first one to leave, and from now on that's what I am going to do, because losing has almost killed me.
- Sav

Number 1301: Age Fifteen,

I have a talent show to perform in today. This will be the first time I have performed for anyone except Anastasia and Mara, but they are the ones who singed me up for it. I think I am gonna play one of my own songs, since at least then no one will know if I am messing up or not.

I am wearing the dress Dad got for me last week. The red one with the sheer fabric and rubies on the bosom. Mara all but forced me into some red lipstick, but it actually looks really good.

Well, I have to go. I really, really wish these nerves would go away.
- Sav

Number 1587: Age Sixteen,

I finally told Donte I was leaving him today. I guess I feel bad for the guy, but, whatever, it's not like I meant to not love him? I mean, he is a Moreno, that would definitely be something to be proud about, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't pretend I cared anymore, so I left him. It was the right thing to do, right? If he really believes in all of this "love" stuff, then maybe he can go find a girl that does as well and they can fool themselves into being happy together. Whatever, as long as he stops whispering those annoying words in my ear, I don't care what he is doing to be honest.

Relationships are so pointless for me now.
- Sav

Number 1595: Age Sixteen,

I don't really know what Dad is up to, and I guess it's better if I don't know, but it's obviously something bad. The people he meets behind our church don't look like the ones that are asking for any forgiveness. They look like the ones that should be, but aren't. Actually, these days, Dad isn't even looking very well. It's still obvious he hails from the Capitol, but his eyes seem more hollow and he has gotten pale. I don't know, maybe it's just age catching up to him, but it doesn't change what I have seen him doing.

Nothing will.
- Sav

Number 1943: Age Seventeen,

It's my birthday today.

But you wouldn't know it if you went off how everyone was acting. I am pretty sure Mom and Dad completely forgot, because Mom randomly realized she didn't have any of the things to make a cake at about noon, and Dad never even mentioned it before he was off to work. Whatever, if they aren't going to care about me, I can return the favor.
- Sav

Number 1952: Age Seventeen,

I was cleaning my room yesterday and I found this. Crazy that I used to be so attached to it and now this is the first time I have seen it in months. I guess I just don't need it anymore. When I got the first one, Dad had said something about princesses needing their own diaries to write out their thoughts, but I'm not really a princess anymore, am I?

So I guess it's only right that I officially say goodbye, because as far as diaries are concerned, I have burned through one too many to ever use another one. So, goodbye. For good this time.
- Savannah de Avila

i wanna scream til the words dry out
so put it in all of the papers
i'm not afraid
the can read all about it

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savannah de avila | district one | fin Jul 27, 2014 12:19:46 GMT -5

Post by admin dars on Jul 27, 2014 12:19:46 GMT -5

STARE AT MY REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR

It was pulled up most of the time, a few pesky strands always falling free to form curls that bounced when she walked. It was a light gold color, but when she was a child it was almost white from being in the sun's embrace too often. She only wore it down on special occasions, and only because her parents demanded it. (With hair as long as her's, wearing it down was basically signing her up for a heat stroke.)

Make up was something she had hated for the majority of her life, but, again, a necessity from her parents on days like the reaping, or rare occasions that her father threw a party that was actually tasteful enough for Savannah and her sisters to attend. Her eyes, those two sapphires glimmering in the golden light cast by the chandelier in their dining room, would be framed in pasty black lines, thin as paper but noticeable enough. Her chubby cheeks were decorated with pink powder, again, subtle but still there to look at, and her lips were always painted red, brilliantly, far more powerful than the rest of her look. Her hair would cascade over her right shoulder, leaving the other of the frail pair exposed since almost all of the dresses her mother bought were lacking modesty. She was beautiful, but she liked normal Savannah much more.

She liked wearing sun dresses and flower crowns, and denim pants and shirts. She liked pale colors that helped her to fit in with her peers and also to stand out, since so many of them were trying to blind everyone with the colors they wore. She liked being comfortable more than looking beautiful, but she was no slob. She never wore her sleeping clothes to school, though she had thought about it on too many occasions to count, and she always made sure that, even if the clothes she was wearing weren't flashy they suited her as perfectly as she could get them to. She didn't care about fashion, but she did care about how she looked.

She especially liked how she looked when she was on stage, playing her guitar and singing a soft tune to the small crowds that would gather to listen to the different talents of District One. She liked the way she felt when she sat on the steps outside of school all alone playing only for her own enjoyment just as much.

Savannah knew she was pretty, but by no means was she the best to look at. She thought that, perhaps, her talent was what made her attractive at all, since boys never seemed to notice her until after Kellan. Until after she forced herself to be brave and show the world who she was.

She was Savannah de Avila. She was seventeen years old. She was a human, but she was extraordinary.

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