Courtland Stephens~District 2 /DONE/

Courtland Stephens

I've been around sixteen years.
Last time I checked I was a girl.
The district I live in is number 2; the best one in my opinion, but you didn't ask for my opinion, did you?
And that's all that is basic about me. Onward we go.

I'm freakin' hot, enough said. Does my face really matter? It's all about the body. My body, that is. It's skinny, but not bony at all. Most of my weight consists of muscle from Career training. Ah, Career training, good times. Anyways, sorry got distracted, I'm in really good shape, but not to the point where I look like a fat. I have sexy curves to die for and rather large boobs. Guys and girls find themselves wanting me; it's not my fault!

I guess now we do have to talk about my face? Well, I have very light eyes the shade of blue. They are the kind of eyes that seem like they can look right through you. They are suspicious eyes, wandering eyes, curious eyes, sexy eyes, but mostly just guarded eyes. My face is surprisingly clear of blemishes. It's surprising because I sweat very badly in training which is very unattractive. Doesn't sweat cause pimples? Maybe it's just dirty skin in general. Oh well, I don't care. The color of my hair is light blond, and the straight strands of this hair are cut just a smidge past my shoulders. I have always wanted to grow it out longer but it is too thin and so I can't do that without making it look bad. I don't know why, but my hair is the kind that always looks greasy and I really have no idea why. I wash it almost twice everyday, but it still looks dirty. At least it smells good.

My lips are a nice shade of rose pink, and very kissable if you ask me, but once again you weren't asking me. They are full and plump and have explored the majority of the District's boys and some of their girls. My cheekbones are high, which makes my smile appear cute and adorable. I am not cute and adorable, so don't even try to call me that.

I have this gigantic mole on the side of my neck near my color bone. It's about the size of a quarter and is absolutely nasty. It's a mucky brown color and has little hairs growing out of it. I usually wear scarfs to try and cover it up, but that's hard to do in the summertime. It's so gross and unattractive. I really wish I didn't have it.

My nose is straight, long, and not really important. Except it helps me smell and stuff, but it doesn't enhance my beauty. I have scars on the inside of my left arm from the days I was extremely depressed and cut myself. I'm ashamed of those days, let's not talk about it anymore.

I'm not even going to lie, I am a spoiled brat. I get everything I want, and by everything, I mean everything. My parents give me most of the things I have, and everything else I just get myself. People always do what I want them to do. Sometimes when I'm bored, I play a little game to see what all I can make a person do for me. It's really entertaining. People amuse me. Some people are just so stupid it's hilarious! I just use them and they don't even realize it!

I have this habit of getting really depressed after a reaping. I want to go in so bad, and I have trained so hard for it. I have never been reaped, though. It makes me so mad that half of the people that get reaped from other districts are cowards. Being scared of the games is stupid. Everyone is going to die anyways, so why not that death be on TV? You would be famous for a while in your district, and if you win, you would be famous in the whole country. This is not why I used to cut my arms, though. It would just make me sad for a week. Then I'm ok again.

I do not believe in love. The people that do are stupid and are wasting their time looking for it. Caring for someone that will only hurt you in the end is absolutely ridiculous. Love is just a nicer word to describe the wanting of exclusive possession. That's all it is right? Love is wanting possession. Love is not good and amazing, it's stupid and bad.

I am pretty outgoing. I talk to random people all the time and make "friends". Not friends, just people I like to toy around with. I am not afraid to strike up a flirtatious conversation with a guy. I'm not afraid to talk to a random homeless person. People don't scare me, because they are easily fooled and tricked. Not much scares me at all.

I would love to call myself fearless, but then that would be lying, and I hate liars so I don't lie. I'm not afraid of the Games, people, or of Peacekeepers, even. What I am afraid of though, is so stupid and childish, but I have never been able to shake this off. Spiders. They absolutely terrify me. There are so many different kinds and I can feel their legs crawled up my arms in my dreams. It's not just like I jump a little and squash the little thing. I scream, cry, and call for help like I'm being attacked by a bear and not a small bug. I can't help it though. I have tried to conquer this fear many times, but I just can't. I am ashamed to say that.

Even though that a lot of things make depress me, I try to pretend like I'm happy and that no one can rain on my parade. I make myself seem like every things going right in my life for my own safety. I do this so people don't think they get the right to bring me down. Sometimes, when you pretend to be something long enough, you become that something. So have become a happy girl. Most of the time, anyways.

My parents are good parents. They have tried to raise me they best they can, and I do respect them for that. However, these past few years they have just given up on me. When I was thirteen they would pound me with questions when I got home from a night out with some people. Where have you been? Is that vodka I smell on your lips? Who were you with? You were supposed to be back an hour ago! Blah, blah, blah. I used to just say that I lost track of time and head to my room and locked the door. I was so annoyed by their questions, but now I miss them. It's like they don't even care I exist anymore.

We are a well off family. My mother is a peacekeeper, so basically I can get away with anything. Whenever she finds out that I'm getting into trouble in some way, she just warns me not to do it again. I always do though. She has never reported me, but I am her daughter after all.

My father isn't as high up in society as my mother, but he works as some sort of supervisor in the mines. They both make a decent amount of money to support our family. I don't have any siblings, thank god. I think little kids would drive me absolutely insane, and older people would just plain get on my nerves. There hasn't been one day where I regret being an only child.

There was one thing I regret though. One thing I regret more than anything. The one thing I wish I could take back in life, is falling for this boy. This boy made me think that love was actually real. He made me believe that I was important and that I was a star. He was just playing me, though. He just wanted inside my pants. Ever since him, I have never let a guy get to me. Yeah, I let them use me for pleasures, but I am using them for the same reason. That boy is the reason for the scars on my arms. I will never let myself drop that low again.

Faceclaim: Andrea Boehlke
Codeword: Odair