weaver; d8 {finished}

My face, very different from my family. It seems like they got the good genes, and I was stuck with what I have. A smushed nose. My appearance stands out in district eight, but not in the way you would like it to. I am known to be the ugliest yov-maoi, not a title that you want to have over your head. My skin, is more darker than my family's. Its a pale tan, but a little more tan than my family. My head is in a shape of a flat oval. My hair never really grows, so I'm stuck with my black, short hair. 

I usually wear clothes that I make. They are usually more soft than the ones you buy in a regular shop. I can't lift up many pounds, maybe 70 lbs, but not much more than that. I am not very fit, I prefer to go outside and knit and sew. It calms me, and I really need in now since my sister was killed in the games. My eyes are a deep shade of brown, and when people look in to my eyes, It feels like they are staring in to a deep, dark abyss. 
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I believe that I can be rude most times, but I try to be as nice as I can. I don't like popular people, bullies, or people who enjoy picking on people. I in fact, have been bullied by my younger sister, who I'm pretty sure started the rumor that I was gay. I admit I have had feelings to the same gender before, but those feelings have not lived on. I'm not fully gay, but I might be 10% gay, but 90% straight. 

Most people think I'm way to emotional for my age. I just have a reaction to things in a different way. I just get emotional when I see things, and it triggers something in my mind, and I start crying for some reason. I like to get into people's lives, and comfort them. Sometimes people like it, but most of the time I feel like they loathe me and they kinda want to hurt me, but I still try and comfort people. I don't think of it as a flaw, but I bet most people do.

I am super energetic when it comes to like soccer games. It's the only sport that actually pleases me. I suck at it, but I at least try it. Some of my friends say I'm good, but I know that they are lying to make sure I'm happy, because the friends I have are loyal to me. I hypervenilate when I have to do something I know I'm not able to do in front of crowds, It makes me heat up and sweat a lot.
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I was born to my magnificent parents, who let me help them with clothing in their shop when I got older. I was the second youngest out of thirteen children. I was over-shadowed as a kid, even as a baby. They probably didn't want another sibling to get in their way. A year after my birth, my mother got pregnant again, and later gave birth to a baby girl that she named, Yasmin. 

At 6, I got more and more overshadowed by my siblings as I grew older. I learned how to sew, and I was better that all of them, and they hated it. The only one who tolerate me was Kimmie, but you could tell she still despised me. I made clothes that I gave to my parents for them to sell in their clothing shop. At 7 years old, someone started a rumor that I was gay, I had my suspicions of my 6 year old bitchy sister, Yasmin. My whole family knew it was her and they didn't tell me until I was 9 years old!

At 10, I started watching these neighborhood kids play with a ragged ball, and when I asked them what they were doing they told me they were playing soccer. They explained the rules to me and how to play, and I started playing with them. They later became my best friends, and I got better and better at soccer everyday, but I was till terrible, even for my standards.

12, is were my story ends for right now. That age I finally got revenge on my sister, Yasmin, for telling the whole district i was gay. I saw her beat up a girl for not giving her the toy that she was using. I told that girls parents, and they went over to my house and told my parents and my parents lectured and beat Yasmin. I felt bad for a second, but then I thought she didn't feel bad to me when she told everyone I was gay. Well, that is were my story ends. For now, at least.