amnity alayliyah (d3-done)

Be kind, Amnity.

Be calm, Amnity.

Help others, Amnity.

Be complacent, Amnity.

Those are the four phrases my parents taught me while growing up. To be kind, be calm, complacent, and to help others no matter what. To let myself become the kind on in the crowd. The one who offers a seat at a lunch table when the cafeteria is full. The one who no one would look for in a crowd to pick on or tease. My parents are scared I might grow up like them, teased and hated by everyone, so they trained me to be as kind as possible, to not hurt a single fly. They don't want me to grow up like them because look at where they are now. My dad is a worker at a tire factory and my mom maintains the sewage system. On top of that we live in a two room house, which is insanely cramped without three people in it, but we make do. My parents taught me to remain positive and happy too.

Despite that you would not beleive how awful my life was. Living in a tiny home with strict rules to always be kind no matter what was only a small part of it. As soon as I went to school, people singled me out as the one who wouldn't fight back, the one who would just let them do what they want to me. When the poked me or pulled my hair when I was in elementary school I wouldn't call out to the teacher. When I was in middle school and they teased me about not wearing make up or cared about boys I never went to the principles office. In high school when they bully me I never go to the guidance counselor.

Outside of school, ever since I was in high school, peacekeepers figured out how complacent I was. After I found out why they were coming up to me and trying to bring me to their houses, I had to stear clear from them.

Other than that I led an ok life. Who am I kidding? I could never be that lucky. Every day after school I would go to work in an awful smelling factor. It manufactured gaming devices for Capitol children. For some reason the stench that resonated around district three was worse in there. The conditions were also unsafe and all the machinery barely worked as well as the bossman person always being a jerk, yelling at us to work harder and faster.

Well, that was my awful life.

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I remember ever since I was born, my father would come up to me and brush my golden hair out of my eyes and say to me, "Remember Amnity, being kind is the best thing in the world." I grew up with that one thought implanted in my mind as a little seed, but it blossomed to overcome my whole life. I was born into the small family of me, my mother, and my father. We never had a lot of money at all, and I was fine with that. I had a small mess of blond hair when I came crying into this world, but over time it turned into the straightened sun-kissed hair I have now that flows down to my waist.

My pale skin often got burned by the little sun there is in district three, so my parents tried to keep me indoors as much as possible so I didn't have to go through the pain of when my sensitive skin would be burnt. Despite their efforts to help me live comfortably in my skin though, I developed a dry spot right on my nose, which no amount of special oils or lotions my parents bought from cheap merchants can make go away. My nose is red because of that, red like how noses are in the winter when it's frigid, but for me it is red all year round.

I stand at an average height, which I am glad for as I don't want to stand out. An average height for girls my age is around five feet and three inches. Unfortunately, I am underweight, I weigh only around seventy five pounds from being starved in district three. I never get enough food here, especially with my parent's jobs being bad.

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I am kind. I suppose I already pointed that out, but my parents stressed this trait into me, made my whole life revolve around being nice. They made help out with community projects, taught me to give up something to help someone else, taught me to avoid conflict at all costs. At lunch if there is a kid with no seat, I give mine up to them. During school if someone is struggling on their math homework I use my intellect to help them.

I have been told I am smart by those people who I try to help in school, but others say I am an idiot because of how I am taken advantage of. I am too complacent they say, willing to do anything and very gullible. Even peacekeepers have found this out and they try to use me to their own advantages, you know, in their peacekeeper ways. My parents told me to avoid them though, and I comply with my parents more than with the peacekeepers who do not keep the peace, unlike me.

I am not vain in the least. If I see a mirror I barely glance at it. Other girl's at my school wear an extra pound of makeup to impress boys, while I wear my dry spot and my messy hair proudly, ignoring comments from the girls who wear the extra load of make up.

I am also not very athletic. With my weak, underfed muscles I feel like I'm going through a torture machine when I move. In sports class, I fail at every activity we are supposed to be doing.

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Well, that was me. I know, not very impressive, right? But this is who I am, and I am proud of it.