Cherry Blazenex -District 6- Age 16

I have a very small round head that makes it a bit odd looking. In contrast to my head my eyes are abnormally large and blue. While my nose is small and round. My cheeks are a bit pudgy too. Unlike my eyes, nose, and head I actually have perfect size feet. A weird thing to say, but I love my feet. You will often see me wearing shoes that show off my toes in the summer time.

My eye brows are perfectly placed on my forehead making up for my eyes and my head. While my lips are a bit small at least they are a pink tint allowing for me to deal with it. My hair is short so to not get in the way at my jobs. It flows inwards shaping my face a bit, not sure yet if I like it, but that is the least of my beauty problems especially if it helps with work. My most unique feature that I actually like is my birth mark on my hand. It actually reminds me of a flower. my hair is completely straight, but not pin straight it haves some shine to it. Not exactly a great amount of shine, but enough to make my normal brown hair not look so bland.

My body structure is a small one. I am not strong to say the least. I stand at 5 foot 2 . My small body made me perfect for me to take some gymnastic classes that I like here and there. This, in turn, has allowed me to become an nimble person. All the way around helping me work. My arms still some how are very small and with no apparent muscles to be seen. I guess I was cursed to stay this stature..

I do what I say and I follow orders. I live to listen. People tell me “why don't I talk more; we know you are not shy?” I say “then I can't listen.” This part is true once I start talking I can't stop. What I say is completely harmless, it always is, but still dangerous because then sometimes I stop talking for real with out knowing and ramble on in my head not knowing some one else has carried on the conversation. I work best not talking. I am willing to listen and I can follow orders very well, talking just makes it harder for me. This can probably be tagged as a socially awkward trait. I either don’t know when to shut up or I say too few words.

I don't have some narcissism going on, I also don’t have low self esteem. I am pretty okay with myself, but I know there are always some problems to work out. I love reading and learning new things. I guess you can say I am a book worm. Not to the point where I ignore family life. I care a lot for my family, and I love my little siblings. I also care for people in general. I am a bit cliche in the fact that I live in d6 and I love medicine, and healing people. I suppose you can call me gullible and a dreamer. I am a dreamer because I want to be a doctor so badly this is kind of bad because in district 6 there are a lot of doctors. I am gullible because I believe the stories that some doctors are taken away from the district 6 for the capitol where they can grow up their kids in a safer place only to have to be a great doctor in the capitol.

I am a very nurturing person, and I really want some kids. I count the odds of me, my family or my future kids of ever being reaped. I calculate them in my head often and I know there is little chance, but it scares me to death thinking of the small chance there is. I know there is no sense in worrying since if it will happen, it will happen anyways; worrying won’t help. It still worries me, I can’t ignore my feelings for the statistics of what my brain says. I count the days until I can become a doctor and have that chance of some how being picked. I am hopeful that it is true even though my logical side says there is no way.

I have a big conscience. I don’t like saying mean things or doing bad things. I will follow orders, and I always follow them really well. When it comes to following orders that are bad, or just going along with crowd with hurting someone, I can’t. Only people I can follow what they say are my parents. They have raised me, and it hurts me when they tell me to do something that I know is bad, but I do it for them. They must know when to stop. If they don’t I have to be smart enough to say no eventually.....

I am the oldest of five kids. Three are of reaping age and one has not yet reached that wretched moment in life. I have three sisters and a brother. My brother is my oldest sibling. He is also the one who I am closest to. We get each other a lot. We are both mature, and we both had to deal with being with our parents and dealing with them. We had to get jobs early on and do things that could get us arrested. I love my little brother and it scares me that he takes out some tessera just to get some backing in case something happened to one of us.

My parents are decent parents, but they used to be better. Back before opium came to them. That medicine with many names. Many “recipes” to make it good. I know all of them. My parents are addicted to it. Slowly but surely they have been incapable of working at the pill bottling plant due to the risk of peace-keepers finding out and just plain bad workers when on opium. My family is not close to going hungry or anything like that, but it could happen if my brother or I was called into the games. We are the ones who took our parents shifts. We lie for our parents claiming they are very sick. We get some pay in pills claiming they need them. They do now..

I have started to get intern-ships with some doctors of the community. Some have even offered some pay. I go to school during the day, I take some extra medicine classes to get a leg up to be a doctor, I go home to make dinner for my siblings, and finally I do my internship later the night and on weekends I just don't have school, so I take some more medical classes in up to date tribute prep medicine.

Our house is a decent size, and has been updated a few years ago before my parents became addicted to opium. It has some ran down parts, but overall I would say it is a middle class home for district six. We all have our own bedrooms even though a lot of times we will go in one another bed room’s to stress about our fears of the games and one of us going in, or one of our parents having an overdose. I always have to watch their “medication” amount since I am the one with the knowledge of amount it takes for an overdose, and the amount of lowering it when needed with out making them angry, or have a fit. My life is complicated, but I can’t say I would change it.