Miette Reno : D2 : FIN

A girl with cherry red hair and a blazing heart. That's me. It's funny, because my name means "little one". I am not, nor have ever been, considered to be like that. Little ones are people who shrink when spoken to, who obey every command and have no taste of adventure. They spend their days holed up inside their homes because they are afraid of what lies outside. I will never be that type of person.

I was born during the cold. Cold, cold, cold. I nearly froze to death, but I didn't. As if my red locks were aflame and keeping me warm through my first weeks. The color stayed with me, but nowadays I tend to dye it a brighter red. Just to emphasize my hair. Without their signature red color, they'd just be pin-straight, stringy strands. The bright red also helps to bring out the blue of my eyes. My blue, blue eyes. Bluer than the ocean, I bet. I've never actually seen an ocean, but I bet it can't even compare to my eyes.

My eyes are a bit small in proportion to my round face. I've always been well fed, and my face and body reflect that. I'm softer around the edges than most. I haven't any height to make up for the bit of extra fat, and my nose is a tad large. But I've got a nice pair of lips that just naturally look like they're smirking. I like to accentuate them with some red lipstick. Red is more than a signature color of mine. It could probably be considered a part of me. I always accessorize with something red- some days a necklace, some days a ribbon, some days something else.

I guess you could call me more than a bit spoiled. It all started when I was a really little girl. When I wanted something my mom wouldn't get me, I threw tantrum after tantrum. Tantrums were a regular thing in my house until I was probably 12. What can I say? I was a determined child. I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it. My mother always gave in to my tantrums, so I grew used to getting what I want. Even now, I don't have to beg for a thing. I just pout my lip a little, and I get it. Isn't that great?

Even though I have everything I could ever want, I can't say that I'm satisfied. I've always been a bit of an uncontrollable thing. Besides the tantrums, I also ran away from my mother quite a bit. Sometimes I'd be lost for minutes, but I've wandered the streets for hours before. When I was 13, I ran away for a whole week. Sure, I was grounded for a few weeks, but it was totally worth it. I've never felt that sort of freedom before.

A thirst for adventure is close to my wild heart. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to climb over the district borders and never look back. No one to rule over you, no one to tell you who to be or who to think. Maybe even doing something myself. It sounds quite grand. My mother tells me sometimes the grass isn't always greener on the other side. What would she know, though? She's never tried anything remotely dangerous in her life.

I'm the type of girl who people don't like to acknowledge- the loud, outspoken type. People tend to be afraid of girls who don't follow every little thing they're told. I've learned lessons that those people haven't. I know that everybody is always hiding something, and you can't truly believe what they say. You have to question everything. If you don't question a thing, what will change? You'll just be going along with the mindless masses.

My mother was a little sheltered girl from rich parents who accidentally got knocked up at 16. She had me, lovely little Miette, and moved right out of her parents home. Her parents had given both of us a hefty trust fund, so my mother had more than enough for a nice house and everything a baby could ever want. While my mom got a real nice paying job, I stayed with various family friends or nannies. My mom took me out whenever she was free, but I never really developed an attachment to her. Or anybody. I was lonely more than I'd liked, so I started the whole tantrum thing so people would actually look at me.

I finally made friends once I entered school. Making friends when you're younger is easy. You just tell them you like their crayon drawings and bam. You're best friends until the first grade. My mom eventually got a new boyfriend, as well. His name was Abel. I really liked him. He bought me and my mother lots of stuff. Since I never really knew my father, I would consider him the closest I'd gotten. You could really tell that he and my mother were madly in love.

He had a bit more in his life than he let on, though. He did a lot of street work. Smuggling things in and out of the district. I'm surprised he didn't get caught sooner, honestly. He was caught around my 12th birthday. My mother lost 6 years of a relationship as he was packed into a truck and shipped off. Most likely to be killed. It really changed my her. I was sad for a while, but I moved on, while she quit her job and holed herself up in the house. Sure, I saw her more often, but she was sad and bitter. Nothing like the busy but still caring mother I had growing up.

My mother is a "little person". At the tiniest bump in the road, she let herself go. She didn't really notice anything I did after that, so I started hanging around the streets. Found myself some good people. Maybe not good in terms of your good, but they're plenty good for me. Some of them even knew my mother's boyfriend. They started to take me along on their nights, and taught me everything to know about causing havoc in the alleys. For a shut-in spoiled girl, it was the most amazing thing in the world.

Being the back alley queen of District 2 is as close to absolute freedom as I'm ever going to get. My mother's boyfriend got to see beyond here, but from the back of a metal truck on his way to be put down. Maybe I could be free one day, and I'll do it on my own terms. They can me queen of the burning forest.

codeword: odair
faceclaim: christee dupree