phoebe garcia | district two | fin [cb]

Phoebe Garcia
Eighteen | Female | Career

Solitude in the undergrowth, far from every prying eye but there is no distance between the shelter and the matter that I am hiding from. I always escape my fears and yet I always like to look back at them chasing me. I am the type of person who has the fear of heights but always looks down. I dip my hand in the flame even though I know it will burn. There is just some feeling that comes with stepping on my on ’phobias’, I am not defeating them, I am just teasing them with my attention.

Just like all the faces that swoon when they catch the sight of me. The temptation to play along with their game is irresistible but it always complimentary of me to ditch them…lightly.

A place like the training centre, it is rife with disease. Infected with the wicked with their noses stuck up their own backsides and then there’s me, an audience to their blood thirsty theatre. I hate every inch of the place, but I am always there at seven thirty in the morning with a prop in each hand.

I have no other purpose but to perform as the District tradition tells me. To juggle with weapons and to pin down opponents. There really is no other choice. What would I be doing if I were in one of the lower districts? Likely following the industry that is attached to each one.

I taunt my own fears because I have no choice. I reluctantly followed this path because I have no choice. Everything has already been written out for me, is there is way to spill ink across the pages?