Baylee Spencer, District 4

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Start with your hair.....

"My hair is brown. It's waves match those of the ocean. Long, elegant, graceful, my hair is one of the most attractive things on me. Even when I braid it,(which is rare) it is a few inches below my shoulder blades. In the spring, sometimes lighter brown highlights appear, but by summer, they have vanished."

Your eyes?

"You know, people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. At first, I didn't understand it, but now, it is perfectly clear. The eyes, mine in particular, are were every emotion hides itself. They create tears easily when I am sad, or perhaps when I am angry. They aren't a particular color. One day they may be green, the next, blue. Either way, I know that I can capture any heart I'd like with them.

What about the rest of your face?

"The rest of my face is just as pretty as what you've already heard of. My bone structure is stunning. It's shape makes me look older, more sophisticated. My lips? They are usually coated in a deep red, but when they aren't, pink is a good substitute."

Your upper body. Tell us about it.

"My upper body.......Well, my neck is long on a pair of soft shoulders. I have gotten plenty of compliments on my....chest. I am skinny, always have been, and I hope I always will be. I do stay fit. Swimming is excellent exercise. Especially if you do it as much as I do. My arms are long. They reach my mid thigh when they are relaxed and hanging down. The are small in depth as well. I barely have any muscle on them at all."

Your lower body........

"My legs are long and skinny. They are toned, but they always seem to stay small enough that I can at least rap both of my hands all the way around one of them. I hate feet, so I clean mine more that I probably need to. Anytime there is water, I am rinsing them off. I do keep my toes painted though. The color depends on where I am going."

What do you wear?

"For "every day" clothing, I wear shorts that. I'll admit, are extremely small on me. I wear tank tops or form fitting T-shirts.As much as I hate them, I do keep my feet out in the open with either "flip-flops" or no shoes at all. For special outings, I wear dresses and gowns. As long as they are form fitting, I would probably wear it. I accompany the dress with a pair of matching heels."

Tell us about yourself

"Well, I love to have a good time. Partying is awesome! I love boys, too. I enjoy them because I can control any of them. It is a skill I have mastered over the years. Boys are actually quiet naive. The one thing I love more than parties and boys is swimming. If I could swim every day for the rest of my life, I probably would. It calms me, gives me time to think, and well, keeps me fit.

I am over all a nice girl. I always tend to put others need before my own. I make sure everybody else is having a good time before I try to have any fun. It seems better that way. When everyone else is in a good mood, I am in a good mood. I would do anything to please others.

Being a career is extremely difficult when you live with a bunch of people who are against anything and everything that has to do with the Hunger Games. I have to keep it secret. If Cynthia or Danielle found out, I'd never hear the end of it. Usually, when I'm not partying it up, or at school, I'm training. I put myself in after Dad got arrested.
I try to be a good person, but if you get on my bad side,there might not even be a big reason for it. I am a lot of things, but patience is NOT a quality I possess. One little slip up may ruin our entire friendship if I am having a bad day. Of course I will eventually forgive you, but for now, I am going to unleash all my fury on you."

So, tell us your story

"Oh boy! I won't lie, It is a sad one! It wasn't at first. The first five years of my life were wonderful. I was born into a rich family, with no siblings to try and steal the spotlight from me. I got everything I had ever wanted. I was so young, I didn't really comprehend my parent's constant angst towards each other. Sure enough, three days after I turned five, my mother drowned in the small river a few miles away from our house. Foul play was suspected, but nobody could ever prove that Dad killed Mom.

After Mom's death, it was like my old father had died, and he began to abuse me, both physically and mentally. He would hit me for stupid stuff, like my forgetting to take out the trash, or like once, when I was nine, we were baking my birth day cake together, and I added salt rather than sugar.

I knew with every particle of myself he killed my mother, but I didn't do anything about it until he admitted it when I was twelve. I tried to tell a friend who was also a peace keeper. He told her that it happened so long ago, there was really nothing he could do. When I was fourteen, my dad forced me into prostitution. Letting his friends come into my room and have their way with me, then turning around and paying him for it.

This went on for two years before I finally summoned the courage to tell somebody. I went to the same friend, who this time took Dad into custody. He was punished by being whipped, sentenced to prison for six months, and then killed. I still sleep in fear that I will wake up to him, or one of his friends, even though I now live in a home with my grandma and two cousins, Danielle and Jasmine.

Thanks for taking the time to read this!