Cecilia Brontz; D8 - DONE!

Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not afraid of you. Quit rolling your eyes at me because I know what you're thinking. She's just another pretty face. Some girl among a district who thinks she has a purpose. Well, guess what genious?

I am.

I am a girl, but I'm so much more than that. I am everything to my three brothers and a sister. I am that rock that they hold dear. Maybe I'm just a common rock to you, but to them I am a gem! I sparkle like the stars that come out at night. I may not be the brightest one out there, but I am the one that is often overlooked and probably the one that most people will not see. But I am there! I am definately there. If you look hard enough, you might see me. Though, it doesn't really matter if you take notice of me because I could care less. You people are all the same. Unless I am popular or do something you like, then you will see nothing but a another human being. The only people that I will ever matter to are my family members and I will do everything to protect them. It's in my blood.

See, when I was born, I was born first. That meant that I was a natural born leader, a nursemaid to my siblings thereafter. Each and every single one of them was brought up after me. Which normaly meant that I went without. It was hard at first, when the food that was suppose to go into my mouth went to my second sibling two years after me, but I learned to deal with it. Four years after that, another was born, Jory, who demanded so much more attention because he was given two big siblings. Jacob and I were mentors by that time. We were teaching him things all the time and he, therefore, grew up knowing more than either of us. By the time my other little brother, Gage, was born, he was bound to become the genious of the family. I never expected in all my years, that I would end up becoming a big sister to so many boys.

Though, when Gage was born, it became very hard to feed a family of six. So, when Gage was two, my parents suggested, and later on demanded that I take tessera. I didn't fuss though because as their loving, big sister, I had to do what was right. I had to protect and provide for them. I had to slowly die so that they could live. I've stayed up late and woken in the middle of the night, only to sing my little brother and baby sister back to sleep with lullabys improvised with stories of their journeys through life. I've been through sicknesses of my own that has threatened my life and the lives of my other littles.

Oh, and one more thing, something happened just recently, I became a big sister again. At first, I thought my mother was sick and we kept her bedrested for a few weeks only to find out that she had been expecting. Just to say the exciting news also came with one more good quality of being the eldest. I got to name her. Lotus Marie is what I had proclaimed the moment she was born. I was given the power to create the first word she heard when I held her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. From then on, she became my second.


So, like I've said - tt may not matter to you, but I had to keep my siblings fed. I began to pretend to eat, only to slip my food off into the plates of my younger siblings so that their stomachs wouldn't suffer every night. I suffered, maybe, but it was my duty to do that. So, naturally, I'm very thin. My clothes, luckily, fit me because what I get is handme downs from my neighbors kids and smaller women. They sometimes will allow me to keep their old and torn things and that's when my skills will come in handy. I alter my own clothes to fit my style, if you call it that. What I wear is nothing but modest. I am a role model for my siblings. Though, one part of the clothes I can't seem to alter is the sleeves. My arms have little to no meat on them, but what is left is pure muscle. I wouldn't say I was weak because of how gaunt my body is its just because of the simple fact I had to pick up and carry around my siblings all the time growing up. I carried the weight of the family, literally. I am strong both physically and mentally. I would stand tall like a mighty oak in district seven if only I weren't short. Yeah, I hate to admit but I'm just a half inch under five foot tall. I'm teased every so often for that. Then again, who isn't teased? Though, every morning, I make sure I see myself for who I am.

Appearances are only skin deep, but it's what people see. What I see is that I have lips the color of a blossoming pink rose on a summer day and a pale complexion that will burn very easily. My skin is so pale in comparison to my hair which is a deep chestnut color, like the dark acorns that fall from the trees in the forest. I'm not sure how my hair got so dark because the rest of my family have lighter colored hair and Gage ended up with a white blonde color. I guess I'm one in a million. Even though I try to see myself for who I really am on the inside, I hate how prominent my bones are. My shoulders are nothing but bone as well as my collarbone, which sticks out when I wear clothes made for the hot weather. I'm self conscious though I pretend not to be.


Aside from all that, I am quite a creative person. I mean, come on, growing up with three other siblings? I had to become creative, especially since they were all boys. Hardheaded, stubborn and often times rude with bodily functions, I created games that would spark their interest. Clean up games were the best but I'll tell you one thing, they'll do anything for me. They know how much I sacrifice for them, even the youngest one. One of my favorite hobbies is definately sewing. Sometimes a little time consuming with three brothers around, but I also used that hobby to help pay for things. People would bring me their outdated clothes and ripped jeans and I would create and sell it back to them with just a tiny bit of 'new' sewn back into it. Buttons, oddly enough, have become quite an obsession for me. I will do anything for a button. Go ahead, laugh. I know buttons are completely silly and probably worthless to you, but they were a part of someone. They tell stories just as my own. They may not all be pretty or new and some might be tiny or really fat but they have a purpose, just like myself.

So, in a family of seven, I will not be remembered by many, that is a proven fact. However, at the end of each day, all I need to survive is to smile. Another day always follows.