tiffany reider ::{ 11 }::

... i am invisible ...

My auburn hair reaches down to my waist, curling slightly at the ends. It is often mangled up in a mess and no amount of combing seems to remedy it. My dull blue eyes contrast greatly with my bright aurburn hair. My skin stands out from everyone else's in district eleven because while everyone else is tan from working in the sun all day, I am eerily pale.

I am also weak in strength and envy those who have the poser to be able to work tirelessly in the fields. My arms are thin from the little work they have done. My parents made sure to get me out of the fields and to an easy job because of how weak and fragile I was. That is why I work at a small flower shop.

I have long, slender fingers and that helps with the tiny tasks of arranging the little bouquets swiftly and easily. I have a small button nose which often is pressed up against a flower, sniffing at it lightly. Because of where I work, I am able sneak a flower or two and wear them as assecories, placing one between my hair and an ear.

... i am not here ...

I am laid back and often seem to be in a dream like state, my mind always wandering to distant lands. Some call it imagination, my employer calls it an excuse for lazyness. I suppose I am lazy, though. I try to do as little work as possible, but this often gets me in trouble with my boss who only keeps me around since my parents are close friends of his. As revenge for my lazyness he often sets me up at the front of the store, selling the flowers to the customers.

I despise when he does that because of how immensly shy I am, stuttering whenever I come into contact with another human being and feeling a strong urge to run and hide. When I meet someone new I always think thag the worst will happen and that they will be horrid. Because of the constant stuttering, many presume I am not that smart when I can't get the words I want out. However, I am actually the opposite and am really intelligent. I am able to solve my way through puzzles easily and when faced with something that involves inteligence I can do extremely well.

I am also very good with my hands and crafting little objects. Often when I am bored and lapse into my world of dreams, I subconsiously make little flower crowns with whatever flower may near me during my work. My boss often finds uses for them and sells them out to what few people want to buy the idlings of a bored person. He still scolds me for using the shop's flower, though.

... why am i here ...

I was born into an ok family in district eleven consisting of two irrigation workers for parents and a five year old brother. As we grew up my brother, felt the need to tease me and call me names, saying that nobody liked me. The constant suffering under my brother is what caused me to have such terrible shyness and pessimism when I meet someone new. Working in a flower shop didn't help either, and he continued to torture me for years and years. Even now I have a brittle relationship with him.

I suppose I should explain why I work in a flower shop rather than in the fields like a stereotypical district eleven citizen. Well, one day when I was twelve years old, I was playing tag with a group of friends. Suddenly, my foot just snapped. I'm going to skip the next part involving pain. Turns out I have this really rare onset osteoperosis which is this bone disorder that makes bones brittle and weak. My parents swiftly got into contact with the friend who runs the flower store and made plans for me to work there instead of the fields.

I have been working in the flower shop for five years now and am still surprised sith how my boss puts up with me. I have basically no friends from my horrible shyness and my parentsnare on the opposite side of the district which makes me really bugged since I only get to see them on reaping days now which are filled with fear. If I went into the games I wouldn't last three seconds. I cringe just thinking about the fact that now I have my name in eight times along with my eighteenth birthday. Hopefully I can last for just a few months more until it passes, then I am free.