Re: Snapdragon Byrd - District 11 (Complete)
Apr 17, 2011 22:59:19 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Apr 17, 2011 22:59:19 GMT -5
..::SNAPDRAGON SNAP BYRD::..
SIXTEEN FEMALE DISTRICT 11
SIXTEEN FEMALE DISTRICT 11
So long ago, I don't remember when
Snapdragon Byrd is the name, but most people call me Snap. Mamma got creative I suppose, she did always love flowers.
That's when they say I lost my only friend
I'm sixteen and a female... in case you couldn't tell.
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
I stand about 5'2 and weigh... well who knows what I weigh. I've always been petite and never the tallest kid in my class. Or even the well-fed kid in my class. But that's never stopped me from popping someone across the face for being disrespectful. I've got raggedy dark brown hair that I generally wear in braids or one braid. It tends to be in one braid more often than it used to, the pigtails were getting to be a bit young for me. And if I feel like switching it up, I'm good at twisting it back into a single ponytail... nothing ever fancy for me. Don't get my wrong though, I love a good flowy dress once in a while. We just don't get lucky enough around her to wear such things unless it's for the reaping or a funeral. So... maybe dresses aren't that great. Whatever, where was I?
Oh yeah, me. I've got light brown eyes, they're kinda yellowy I guess. If yellowy is even a word. They tilt up at the outer edges too, so when I smile I get these horrid creases at the ends that will probably reach my hairline when I'm thirty. I've got an olive complexion, I think that's what they call it, from being out in the sun so much. I don't much mind, it keeps my skin clear anyway.
Let's see. What else is there to say about me? Snapdragon was probably a prediction of my personality. I don't take crap from anyone.... am I allowed to say crap? Well, crap, I already said it so too bad. It's not like I'm hostile or anything, but I just don't like being messed with so when I feel like I'm being picked on, I stand up for myself. And I stand up for those I love.
I also really like harvesting. Others complain about it and gripe that it's back breaking work but I don't find it so. I miss being younger when it was my job to scale the trees for the fruit nearest the top. It was like my own little world up there among the branches. Now I'm stuck on the bottom half of the fruit tress, which isn't so bad I guess, but it's not like my childhood.
The Hunger Games scare me. Something like a constant threat that hangs over my head. I don't like watching them, I don't like hearing about them, and I hate hate hate the reaping. I know I shouldn't say that and I would be killed if anyone from the Capitol heard any of that but it's the truth and I'm not one who lies. I have a feeling that I might be able to survive the Hunger Games for a while,but I would never be a victor.
Don't look so shocked, I can take care of myself. Just because I don't necessarily put the food on the table doesn't mean that I can't hold my own in a knock-out-drag-out fight.
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I was born sixteen years ago to Kemrice and Patton Byrd. I was and will forever be the only child. They were happy and sad to find that they were expecting me. Happy because a child is what every couple wants, right? But they were sad because it was another mouth to feed... and the possibility of me being a Tribute.
I grew up like any other child in District Eleven. I help during the Harvest times. I help in the orchards when I'm not in school. I went to the reapings like a good little girl. I've even taken out tessarae when dad and I were a little on the thin side of life. There's really nothing special about me.
I say nothing special but I've had a bit of tragedy strike in my life. I don't like to talk about it, but for our interview purposes I will. When I was six my mother died of pneumonia. We couldn't afford the medicine she needed and so the illness took her. It didn't make me strong like in the story books, it didn't make me bitter... okay maybe a little bitter, but mostly it made me sad. I'm still sad when I think about her. Dad kept all of her clothes so we wouldn't have to try to afford more when I started growing. And lucky for him, I learned how to sew because I'll never fit into Mamma's clothes.
I never really got to know her and I only have a few memories of her from my younger years. But I do remember the last couple of years of her life, and the memories that stand out most are the times I nearly flew out of the trees into her arms. She called me her little spider monkey. And those are the memories I hold on to, not the bad ones. I don't remember the stretcher as they hauled her body from our home or the weight she lost when the sickness kept her from eating what little food we had. I refuse to remember those terrible weeks and her suffering.
[/center]Snapdragon Byrd is the name, but most people call me Snap. Mamma got creative I suppose, she did always love flowers.
That's when they say I lost my only friend
I'm sixteen and a female... in case you couldn't tell.
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
I stand about 5'2 and weigh... well who knows what I weigh. I've always been petite and never the tallest kid in my class. Or even the well-fed kid in my class. But that's never stopped me from popping someone across the face for being disrespectful. I've got raggedy dark brown hair that I generally wear in braids or one braid. It tends to be in one braid more often than it used to, the pigtails were getting to be a bit young for me. And if I feel like switching it up, I'm good at twisting it back into a single ponytail... nothing ever fancy for me. Don't get my wrong though, I love a good flowy dress once in a while. We just don't get lucky enough around her to wear such things unless it's for the reaping or a funeral. So... maybe dresses aren't that great. Whatever, where was I?
Oh yeah, me. I've got light brown eyes, they're kinda yellowy I guess. If yellowy is even a word. They tilt up at the outer edges too, so when I smile I get these horrid creases at the ends that will probably reach my hairline when I'm thirty. I've got an olive complexion, I think that's what they call it, from being out in the sun so much. I don't much mind, it keeps my skin clear anyway.
Let's see. What else is there to say about me? Snapdragon was probably a prediction of my personality. I don't take crap from anyone.... am I allowed to say crap? Well, crap, I already said it so too bad. It's not like I'm hostile or anything, but I just don't like being messed with so when I feel like I'm being picked on, I stand up for myself. And I stand up for those I love.
I also really like harvesting. Others complain about it and gripe that it's back breaking work but I don't find it so. I miss being younger when it was my job to scale the trees for the fruit nearest the top. It was like my own little world up there among the branches. Now I'm stuck on the bottom half of the fruit tress, which isn't so bad I guess, but it's not like my childhood.
The Hunger Games scare me. Something like a constant threat that hangs over my head. I don't like watching them, I don't like hearing about them, and I hate hate hate the reaping. I know I shouldn't say that and I would be killed if anyone from the Capitol heard any of that but it's the truth and I'm not one who lies. I have a feeling that I might be able to survive the Hunger Games for a while,but I would never be a victor.
Don't look so shocked, I can take care of myself. Just because I don't necessarily put the food on the table doesn't mean that I can't hold my own in a knock-out-drag-out fight.
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I was born sixteen years ago to Kemrice and Patton Byrd. I was and will forever be the only child. They were happy and sad to find that they were expecting me. Happy because a child is what every couple wants, right? But they were sad because it was another mouth to feed... and the possibility of me being a Tribute.
I grew up like any other child in District Eleven. I help during the Harvest times. I help in the orchards when I'm not in school. I went to the reapings like a good little girl. I've even taken out tessarae when dad and I were a little on the thin side of life. There's really nothing special about me.
I say nothing special but I've had a bit of tragedy strike in my life. I don't like to talk about it, but for our interview purposes I will. When I was six my mother died of pneumonia. We couldn't afford the medicine she needed and so the illness took her. It didn't make me strong like in the story books, it didn't make me bitter... okay maybe a little bitter, but mostly it made me sad. I'm still sad when I think about her. Dad kept all of her clothes so we wouldn't have to try to afford more when I started growing. And lucky for him, I learned how to sew because I'll never fit into Mamma's clothes.
I never really got to know her and I only have a few memories of her from my younger years. But I do remember the last couple of years of her life, and the memories that stand out most are the times I nearly flew out of the trees into her arms. She called me her little spider monkey. And those are the memories I hold on to, not the bad ones. I don't remember the stretcher as they hauled her body from our home or the weight she lost when the sickness kept her from eating what little food we had. I refuse to remember those terrible weeks and her suffering.
codeword: Odair
