Lantern Chanel - {District 4)

I was told by a walking, white horse of blinking green eyes, once, I was pretty. Of course, I'm not sure if this is true because I have never seen my reflection before. To be brutally honest, I can never tell if it's actually me. From what I know, I might just be pretty. Here is what I'm sure I can be sure of.

I have ginger-blonde hair that goes to about right under my chest. It usually is fairly straight but, there tends to be a few small curls here and there, bouncing when I walk. My hair curls outwards, rather than in and it flips upwards and to all sides of the room. I have short, pushed to the side, side-bangs covering just the end of my right eyebrow.

I have a sort of brown-ginger color of eyebrows, which are thin and sort of long. Obviously, I do not have a unibrow, that is just gross. My eye lashes are thin. Very thin but, they make up for being thin with length. I have long, ginger tinted eyelashes, so thin at the tips, they become slightly translucent. I also have forest brown eyes.

I am about 5'4" don't call me short... Please. I was just born shorter than a few others. Being pale doesn't help at all to make up for my being slightly short. My skin is pale, making sense because I'm not allowed to tan at all. I'm quite skinny. Very skinny, in fact. If I was to lift up my shirt, I could count most of my ribs. I keep myself busy, helping out at my job. I have long, skinny legs and long, clumsy arms.

Holding onto reality here, please don't get lost in my tacky brain of freakiness. First off, I'm not retarded, nor am I crazy. Well... I hope not. I can see things that no one else can. Or, I guess I hallucinate. It can be anything from a persuasive talking pond to an decaying, purple-blue, owl, crawling on it's wings, scracthing the floor with it's giant razor sharp finger nails. Oh, I've seen it. It exists. I don't remember a time when I wasn't able to see what I can now. There was never a time I wasn't different. For another thing, I think I can talk to the hallucinations too. I have conversations with them, sometimes, when I'm alone.

I'm incredibly clumsy, usually ruining things. Maybe that's someones way of telling me, your not wanted here. You will die bcause of difference. Being clumsy might just be the death of me. I also tend to get hurt easily. If I trip, I might get a huge cut on my knee or arms. It doesn't take much to hurt me.

Al tho my life can usually be boring and depressing, I try to be optimistic. Life's too short to be upset in. That's why I try my best to be nice to who ever, even if they are a total douche. I may say something rude but, over all, it would be a total accident. I used to try my best to fit in but, to fit in is to be yourself so, I try to be myself.

My favorite things are usually very odd. Like, my favorite color being that almost white, green and I only like it every second day. Usually during the second day, it's a lilac color of white. My favorite animal is a three headed animal, a mix of a goat, a dragon and a lion. With eagle wings. Definitely eagle wings. My favorite flower or plant... Is a venus fly trap. They just always interested me.

I have some odd traits, too. To be honest, I read books better upside down, rsther than right side up. When I was younger, someone told me, expect the unexpected. But... If you expect the unexpected how are you to expect the expected? So, I try to keep an open mind about everything. Some of my fears are of heights, loud screaming and swimming which is kind of ironic, really because I live in District 4.

I never knew reality. Or, I never saw it for real. I would always see things differently. Having that problem, I have always stayed awayfrom crowds. I know what friends are like, best friends are the ones who have sleepovers even on week days and to make them, you must be kind, and sweet and understanding. But, I was never one to start things off. So, I would wait for someone to approach me, instead.

When Is born, apparently, my mother was told I was her last. She was an alchoholic and probably drank a bit with me in her tummy. I'm not sure about my father. He commited suicide apparently due to my mom. They had gotten into a huge fight and that was the end of that. So, anyways, being her last, I was always protected from anything in general. Not allowed outside until I was seven years old, I was incredibly pale. My hair re grew in later on. So, I've always had a fascination with the sun. Sadly, mom is still protective but, I get out when she's drunk.

I work for an old man who, hates me for accidently stabbing him in the arm during a hallucination. But, he keeps me working, thanks to my mom being friends. Best friends. Best drinking friends. He makes me cut food at his convinience store, beside the sea. A lot of people come in for bait so I do packaging and cutting and canning and stuff.

Having an alchoholic mom really bites down on friends. So, being a loner, I walk around a lot, while my mom is all hung over. When I was younger, about nine, a man tried to rape me. I was saved by a boy, about my age or older. To be honest, I forget his appearence. But, his voice is still fresh in my mind. He had luckily, called peacekeepers over. My quest in life is to find the boy. Almost everyday, I think of him and, after work, walk around town. I believe, one day, life gets better.