arie krigel, district four | finished [CB]

Sugar, spice — and all the luxury that money can buy. Not everything about her is nice, but she's got a voice like honey and eyes that are bluer than the sky. Girls like her are born to be loved; to be treasured and protected and feared. Spoiled brats are their own brand of cruel. Watch out for those crocodile tears, the lip gloss-stained whispers. She'll kiss your cheek as she stabs you in the back.

Privilege means contentment, and contentment means boredom. She likes to play with her food. A golden snitch by all means — blonde locks and red lips and secrets trapped between white teeth. Selling out her siblings has become a hobby, a way of earning praise and begging for self-fulfilment. What else does she have? India has the talent and Leo has the smarts; all Arie has is a pretty face and an ugly soul.

She's made of cavities, sickly sweet and decaying. This is the tragedy of an heiress, someone with no troubles. She has to make her own. Monsters are drawn by her hand, enemies are chosen with a twirl and a pointed finger, and she cries just loud enough to be heard. Gluttony and greed are old friends; pride and envy are two halves of her reflection. And the mirror is broken, but she's not — even if she's trying to shatter.