Beth Tait ~ D12

Beth Tait ~ D12 Oct 31, 2011 20:54:05 GMT -5

Post by itzcrazykk on Oct 31, 2011 20:54:05 GMT -5

Bethany Tait District 12
15

What I See In The Mirror
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby

When I look in the mirror, the first thing I see are those glossy, absent dark brown eyes. They look like a dark chocolate with shiny paint covering them. It almost freaks me out. Then there is the medium brown hair atop of my head. It never changes; never gets lighter or darker. I look so different from everyone else in the district. Either you have dark hair and grey eyes or you have light hair and blue eyes. I'm an outcast in my own world. Ironic, isn't it?

My skin, crazy as it may be, is dark in comparison to the others as well. Most of the district is occupied by very pale with the exception of the few outcasts ~~myself~~ with darker skin. I am skinny, but not underfed, like those kids from the seam. Being from a store family has it's advantages. I'm always dressed nicer, too. When you are one of the girls who are average height, 5'4" to be exact, you have to be dressed well to stand out. Usually I wear neutral colors, nothing too bright, but I always seem to be the center of attention in my group of friends.

What I Am
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please

I can't really explain myself. I mean, I'm a fifteen year old girl in District 12. What is there to explain? I could tell you how I always tell the truth, but that would be really blunt. Then, again, I'm also very blunt. If you were to ask me if you were ugly, and you were, I would say yes. There is no use in stretching the truth. It just gives you false hope. There is nothing worse than false hope. Then again, there is always lying and bullying. That's actually almost worse than false hope. At least, that's what I think.

There are two more sides of me. The one that you will ever see and the one that everyone likes to ignore. Next I think I'll tell you about the side that everyone likes to ignore. It goes a little like this: The perky, stupid side. Sometimes, when I'm in a good mood, I go all "Butterflies are the bomb!" and such. When I'm like that, I have a lot of energy and am really random, but when I'm like that, basically everyone ignores it and acts like I'm not even there.

The third part of me is the side that I keep to myself. This is the side that likes to sing and sings beautifully. I don't really like to let other people hear my voice, but sometimes overhears me singing privately. I prefer to make it so that no one can hear me. I sing those old songs from before Panem. The songs that only have meaning to me. Sometimes I like to write my own, but I keep them in my head and burn the paper.

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What I've Been Through
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so borin'
I want to know that I have been to the extreme

I was born on a hot summer day. It must have eighty degrees out, or so my parents say. Sometimes my parents gather around the fire, and tell stories about the times I had when I was young. There used to be this boy who lived next door when I was five. I sometimes remember his brown hair and blue eyes and tan skin. He understood me. Then his whole family died of some disease. Apparently, I had it also, but I lived through it. I don't remember the disease.

Sometimes my parents remind me of how, when I was eight, I started singing. As if I couldn't remember the time I wrote my first song. I don't sing for my parents anymore. They wouldn't understand the words that I used. They see and hear what they want. I remember being ten and smashing my grandfather's guitar. I think I was frustrated about him wanting me to sing. I don't like singing at all, actually. I didn't every since that day.

When I was twelve was when I started being very blunt. I believe it was my parents who actually started it. They always told me I looked good, even though I knew I was chubby. I mean, my parents are bakers after all. I grew up eating bread every night and never understood what fat could do to you. By being blunt, I lost friends, but then I gained a new group of friends. The people in school seem to respect me now. There are still those times I have those bubbly outbursts; when I get weird looks and am ignored by my friends. They are a very subdued group of people, I would say.

A few years past and here I am now at fifteen. I started running sometimes to burn off the bread fat, but now it has become an everyday thing. I never could get a boyfriend. It seemed as though being different looking had the same effect on boys as it did on me. I didn't like myself for a very long while, therefor, neither did any boys. But my heart is still set on the dead boy from my childhood. I don't have eyes for anyone else.

Codeword: Odair
Lyrics: Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne
Play-By: Victoria Justice

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