Ronnie Hart District 1

I have long dirty blonde hair. My hair is wavy and reaches to my lower back when its down. I always pin my hair away from my face the way my mother used to. I am very tall, 5'8 to be exact.

I am very skinny, but im not malnurised, and I have an extremely small frame. I don't have a lot of muscle, and my bones are very small due to my small frame. I also have huge, bright blue eyes. In the summer my eyes are bright blue, and in bright lights. In the winter my eyes turn green, and in really dark light.
I am very pale, and I have a scar across my leg, from when I was attacked my a wild dog when I was 11.

I am very protective over my family, and those I love. Ever since my parents were killed, I have had a very protective personality. I also am an animal lover. I adore the unconditional love that comes with owning an animal.

I am very focused. I will spend countless hours, on one thing, determind to learn it. This shows in my school work, and my art. I love to paint, sing, and play any instrument I can get my hands on.

I am very outgoing. I am not afraid of what people will think of me for doing somthing. It doesn't matter to me. Some people say that I am brutally honest. I tell it how it is, and I won't hold anything back.

I have grown up in district 1. Some people in the other districts refer to us as the capitols lap dogs. But I refuse to believe that. They are just jelous that we have food on the table, and for some of us, even that isn't true. I have never had to go to bed hungry, but my family, or should I say whats left of my family, is no stranger to hard work.

Four years ago when I was 11, my family and I were out on a walk through the few woods in district 1. As we walked along a pack of wolves approached my family. I had never seen a wolf before that day. There must have been a problem with the fence that day or somthing. The wolves attacked. My mother, and father went down first, but my brother and I were quicker, the wolves made a huge gash on my brothers back, and one on my leg. My parents weren't so lucky. They bled to death before the peacekeepers arrived to help us. They took my brother and I for help, and we ended up okay, but to this day I still feel like I am responsible for their death.

After my brother and I were healed, we were allowed to go home. My brother was just 16 at the time. He dropped out of school and went to work, but made me stay in school. He is now 20, and works very hard, to enable me to go to school. His name is Daniel. I am so thankful to have him as my older brother.

For my 15 birthday he suprized me with the greatest birthday present he could have ever gotten me. A puppy. He had to save for over a year and a half, the spare change that we didn't need for food. I named her Bonnie, and she is my best friend on the planet. Without her I'm not sure where I would be right now. She helps me cope with everything.

Other comments would be that I have a locket that I never, ever take off with a picture of Daniel (my big brother) me, and bonnie in it.