Shannon Leigh Cole D. 12 (finished)

Well, I guess you should know just in case you walk down the
streets of 12 looking for me...Well, I have Blond hair that is
curly on somedays and straight on the other. it all depends. If I
am really sad and at a low point in my life, I will wake the next
day with curly hair, not too curly, though. Just enough to where
everyone else thinks I am beautiful, and this is one of the things
I hate about myself. Any other time, my hair is so straight. Even
then, it is still beautiful, or so people say. "Eyes like the sea" as
my mother says. I just think that they are just a sparkling blue
color. I have what the woman next door calls a "petite" nose. I
do not know what petite means, but if I had to guess, I would
probably say little. My mouth looks like any other mouth in my
opinion, but everyone else thinks my lips are so well shaped. I
try to hide my ears as much as possible but when I absolutely
have to wear my hair up, my ears are ugly. Not to everyone else.
As always, it's "Oh, Shannon, your so beautiful" or "You should
be a model for the capitol, Shannon".
I am a really skinny person. Then again, it's not a surprise since
I live in 12. My ribs don't stick out or anything, like most of
the kids from the seam. I'm just skinny.
I am really flexible, too. My mom thinks it is just another way to
get money. My dad thinks it is just a waste of time. Oh, well.
What I do like about myself is my fingernails. Sounds weird, huh?
Unlike the rest of my body, they are absolutely, positively,
perfect. If you turn on the television, they look exactly like the
fingernails of that news reporter girl. If I would have to guess,
I would say I am about 5 feet 4 inches tall. I also have a scar
leading from the bottom of my underarm down to the bottom of
my hips. Once, i was in the girls locker room at school, and as i
was changing my shirt, Penelope saw it and freaked out! So, I
always cover it up. I also have a burn mark on my theigh from
where I tried cooking....didn't work out so well...therefore, I
can't wear shorts....

Okay. Well, if you ask any boy at school what I am like, they
would probably say"super beautiful,not a very bright one,and some
what of a flirt, but i don't mind, because she is really pretty." If
you asked any of the girls, they would say "She is kinda pretty,
but she is really stupid! She flirts with all the boys at school to
get her way, and I can't recall one boy she hasn't made out with.
In other words, she is a player!"
Honestly, I think I am really ugly, but since people think I'm
pretty, sure. Why not use that to my advantage? Yes, I am quite
a bit of a flirt, but I use what I have to get what I want. Is that
such a bad thing? It does really bother me though, how everyone
thinks I'm so pretty. I mean, even if I was really pretty, there is
no need to make a big deal out of it.
I love to dance. My mother uses my dancing for money. I don't
mind. As long as I get to dance. Don't you think it is better to
dance for money than not to dance at all? My mom thinks if I ever
go into the arena, I could use how pretty I am to my advantage,
but the less she knows about what happens in there, the better.
I love my mother. I would do anything for her. I am kind of like
my mom's gaurdian...Protecting her...making sure she doesn't
know about the dying kids on our doorstep...

Wow. This I think will be a tuffy...Well, let's start out with where
I come from. I come originally from the capitol. My grandparents
wanted to have a child in the arena. They thought it would be fun.
So, they ran away from the capitol, and came to this lovely
district. I wonder what drew them here. So, they had my mother.
They did not know that the districts were different from the
capitol. So, they raised my mother like a capitol child. Now, my
mother still does not understand the ways of 12. She married my
father and had me. Then, they got divorced. Now, my father lives
in the seam and my mother lives in the town.
I like my father more. He is such a fighter. Always doing what he
thinks is best for me. He was raised in the seam. A place i love.
My father has had such a hard life. When he and mom split, he
was crushed. He loved mom more than he loves anyone else, even
me. But, as always, it was "the best for me".After they split. He
started to resent me and mom. Mad that I look so much like
my mom. He doesn't want now, though. Says I'm a capitol mutt. I
guess it is better that way, though. Easier way to take care of my
mother.
I always seem to be selling myself, though. Dancing in the street in a way that I don't think is very
ladylike. Then, I am paid from the boys in school to have a couple
minutes behind the bleachers with them. Since, all that money is
still not enough, I am one of those girls who beg one of the
peacekeepers to take me in his home, and I sell my body. He
always picks the prettiest one he see's and every time, it is me.
At school, I am hated and envied by the girls. They call me mean
names. Some, I have a feeling should not be repeated. They hate
me because i am the only girl selling myself all the time. They
despise me because I have had the feeling of their boyfriends
lips on mine, too. The boys, well I think you know how they feel
about me...

this took me a while...sorry