galilea wynters {district 1}fin/cb1

galilea wynters
district 1 
eighteen

I take the knife and run my fingers along its sharp edges. They're all staring at me, watching, waiting. The sweat drips down my face and I'm sure my hair is a wreck. Whatever, I know I still look hot. I take the back of my hand and wipe it across my forehead. I stare at the little droplets for a second before looking at the target. I can feel there glares burning holes in the back of my neck. I wish they'd stop, it gets exhausting when everyone keeps staring. They know who my father is, what he does, but more importantly they know who I am, what I'm capable of. They should know not to piss me off, I could kill them with my bare hands if I wanted to. And if I didn't I could always get daddy to send someone to do the job. I inhale deeply and let my eyes drift toward the staring group, just for a split second. They immediately act like they were talking about something, but I know the truth. I bring my gaze back to my target. I consider it for a moment and then look back at the group of staring teenagers. I tilt my head a little and smile at them. Then I take my knife and throw it at the target, my eyes never leaving theirs. I hear each one of their gasps and my smile only grows bigger. I don't even have to look back to know I hit the dummy right in the heart. Because when I aim, I don't miss.

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+extremely short, like 5'2"
+athletic build, career
+basically a bad ass
+and a bitch
+sass master
+very competitive
+daddy's little girl
+dad sells drugs, both legally and illegally mostly illegally
+awful temper
+conceited af
+likes wearing red lipstick and expensive things