Rhythm Morales; D1 - Ready

Rock your body. Dance to the music. Swing your hips back and forth. Be creative. Be original. Be... yourself!

The fall of perfection comes down on me. I am under the watchful eyes of my older twin siblings, Rhyme and Rydle. I am under the construction of my father and loving arms of my mother. I am the fifth wheel of this family, so that means it feels like everything is falling on my shoulders. I am the last legacy and I can't disappoint a one of them. My sister is like my dad. My brother is like my mom. I strive to be myself while trying to be like all of them. I can't seem to please them, yet in the end, I have to please them all. Only when I'm by myself, do I feel like a person.

My name is Rhythm Morales.

I am the daughter and sister to those that have so many talents. While my sister is beautiful and can really bust a groove, my brother has that handsome gene and is so kind to others. Me? I'm different. I'm sarcastic when I need to be around certain people. Though, I feel as if I may have inherited my mother's kindness and my brother's charm. Ever since I was born, I was expected to have all these qualities of the four people that I'm around on a daily basis. I am this mathmatical equation that has no true answer. How can I be so many things at once?

Since I come from a wealthy family, I have no need to hurt for food or clothes. No need to fight to live. I fight based on my very own future. I know that my father wants his children to be safe when it comes to the games and to bring him glory one day. With his brutal strength and integrity, he makes sure to express that in our training. I have so much to accomplish in so little time. My sister is my motivator just like him and makes sure that I don't slack on the field or in the gym. If there is something that I can't seem to do in order to please my father, she takes the reigns to help me improve. My brother, though, is my comfort. He's the one that I can talk to and he will always listen to me, no matter how small my problem is. I look up to him for that.

I am only twelve years old.

My sister is my stylist. She styles my hair even though I prefer it to be long and straight. Once in a while, I'll allow the curls and to be all girly like, but I'd rather just wear my sweats and workout attire and let my hair do it's own natural thing and shine this vibrant white blonde. Although, my makeup has to be done myself. I prefer my greenish-brown eyes to pop and I have this habit of wearing so much eyeliner and mascara to do just that. I even pencil my eyebrows just a bit more to give them a darker effect. My eyes are my favorite thing about me. Now, the one thing I hate is my ears. There is a reason why I keep my hair down. My right ear is smaller than my left. Either that, or they are lopsided. I haven't figured that out yet. My lips, on the other hand, are disproportionate. My top lip fades away when I smile, while my bottom is plump but the color stays this light shade of pink.

I have this weird facination with bees.

I have been told that I really need to gain weight to get into a healthy range for my height and age but I see no need to. Compared to others, I am stronger than most girls who are within their weight range and those beyond. I have the flexibility of a dancer yet the strength of someone a few years older than me. I am not going to change myself just because the statistics say I am suppose to be something else. I am healthy. That's all that I need to know and my parents support me for that. I can't help that I have a fast metabolism and that I dance and stay active from sun up to sun down. It's part of my training. I am both a career and a dancer.

I remember once, a few years back, I got stung by a bee and it caused me to go into a severe allergic reaction. My face swelled and I couldn't breath. My father about had a meltdown cause he didn't know what was going on. Deaths door was nearly within my reach before a healer had came to my rescue. That's when my facination with those creatures came about, but it's bumblebees that have me baffled. How do those fat little things stay aloft in the air when their bodies are so big and their wings so small? I want to refer myself to a bumblebee. Physical appearances just don't matter. It's how you carry yourself, am I right?

My favorite season is winter.

Like the color of my hair, I love the snow. It's rare here in district 1 as it usually only comes in the rare months of the winter but when it does, I feel so rejuvenated and alive. Kind of like when I used to hang out with my best friend, Livie. There had been so many adventures that we'd been on. We've discovered talents within ourselves that I never thought possible. I've discovered parts of the district that I never would have being under the close surpervision of my family. Those situations have taught me that I can't always protect the ones that I love.

I habor a deep secret that hurts me every waking moment.

I am a horrible person deep inside. No one must know this because if they do, I will not be able to control the self hatred I already feel against myself. I do well enough trying to pretend everything is okay when a small portion of my beating heart has already turned to concrete. The memories of the incident where I had sent my best friend to her possible death. Her blood may be on my hands if anyone ever found out it was my fault. I was the one who convinced her to take the rap for me just because she was younger than I. I figured since she was ten and I was twelve, that they would go easier on her.

No!

Instead of the peacekeepers giving her a slap on the wrist, she was taken away for me stealing a neclace of high value. Instead of a public whipping, they yanked her away, threatening her with the capitols treatment for thieves. I don't know exactly what that means, but everyone was convinced she was the thief and I was unfortunate best friend that had her ripped away from me.

My heart longs to have her back and I wish I could do that, but if the secret ever got out, what would happen to me? What punishment would I get? I have been sentenced to a life of pain cocooned in my heart.

I will look forward to tomorrow.

Months have went by and her presence still hasn't been detected. Her heartbroken family still welcome me over as if I still belong there, but I don't have the courage to. The rumors of her becoming avoxed have been silenced and the thought of her being gone still carries deep within my heart as a heavy burden. Instead of trying to beat myself up anymore, I put forth that effort into my dancing and fighting.