Mckenna Lexmark / District 11

Kenna is one of those girls who are unexpectedly beautiful. Her face contains those small, sweet aqua coloured eyes and her soft chewed pink lips. She has rosy cheeks that are pulled up a lot of times because she smiles so much. Hair dominates the rest of her head and face. Waves and the occasional curl will always come into her eyes when she is working. But, her face carries such an innocence on her roundish head that people just can’t help looking at her.
She weighs about 70 pounds which she thinks is average considering most of her friends. Mckenna is not very athletic, usually lagging dead last in most of the school races but her body is built for agility not speed. Her body is made up of rubber like bones because her calcium level is low. Her skin is peeling at many places but could still be considered soft. She is pretty short, only 4’11 in height, probably because she doesn’t get much sleep. Her nails are a target for her teeth even thought she is trying very hard to break her habit.

She's very open-minded but can get angered easily. For her life only means that your not dead yet. Her mind always has a plan forming whether its for her day or to escape a terrible situation. She's quick with her actions and good with her feet, which means sure footing when climbing trees. Of course she’s had lots of time to practice.
On the bright side of her, she loves the rain. It makes her feel fresh and new. This is because on a rainy day normally she doesn’t have to work in the orchards and she gets the most out of it. Her school work is normally maintained, thanks to her punctuality and feel of need to do important things first. So, her day is normally spent with sleep and taming her little garden near her home.
Mckenna is very observative, contributing to her survival in district 11. Wild berries, nuts, medical plants, and pine needles (for fire) somehow will always find their way into her hands by the end of the day. Other fat needed could sometimes be found in her home. Atleast twice in a week she and her father will always have a good meal considering her dad’s decent job.
Communicating isn’t always the best, since her voice doesn’t contain power but barely any sound at all. But when she laughs her voice will ring out to the world as if that was the best thing the world could listen to. She was considered nice to the people she trusted though.

She has been an living with her father, Azulan since the attack on her family when she was 10. Peacekeepers had taken her mother straight from her home in the middle of dinner for whipping because of stealing crops. Mckenna had cried and grabbed her mother but it was useless. She knew there was a slim chance her mother could make it. The peacekeepers had whipped her 15 times before she drew a last breath and said her last word and shed her last tear. Kenna had cried for weeks and months. Two days later they had her burial and no longer than 2 more days her dad had won a job to better feed his daughter.
Her connection wih her father had grew lots since then. She’d learned from him that memories were created only if one thing was gone. From then on her mother lived on in their minds and dreams. She would never forget her.
Azulan had also taught hr patience and perserverence. He told her that this world can still teach us a lot even if it is not the same. We can learn from the terrible cases through which it has been through. These crops taught us that time is precious to life. He would always seem far away from her but she did not blame him. Mckenna loved her father very much.
Her home was located near a field of cotton and extra space. Right in a little spot hidden from viewers, under a uprooted tree, Kenna had created a garden. The garden held seeds and unteneded plants she found. She was incredible with plants! She held a very useful green thumb. Since it was near her home she had no problem taking it home while hiding it from peacekeepers. Not only does the ;ack of food motivate her everyday to do this, but it was her way of avenging her beautiful dead mother.

Her mom had once sang her a song when she was very little. It was a common song but very special to her. Her voice was sweet and clear but there was an edge to it.

She always sang that song when she worked or at school and anywhere where she felt unsafe. It seemed to give her a sense of security. Many time she has seen dying children, either from hunger or treachery. Every time she has sang her song and closed her eyes. In her mind she sees her parents almost as a guide to her, telling her thing to help her live.