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Name: Kit McConnell
Age: 14
Gender: Female
District/Area: District Eight
Appearance and History:

"The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends."
- Max Beerbohm

I sit down with Skid on what I think used to be a couch, not that it isn't anymore, but it's hard to tell. I reach boy the book on the floor, my scrapbook. It is very thick, and full of picture, but not all of them have meaning to me. I open to the very first page.

(Wedding)
May 30th
I think that Skid (and I) can both come to the fact that those are my parents, or else they wouldn't be in here. This, along with some other pictures, was sent along with me here. Of course, I wasn't there, and even if Skid was there (which he probably was newly-born, or not there at all) he couldn't remember it. "These are my parents," I say to Skid, but I think he knows that, "I think that they dated for about three years before my dad asked her." I look at that picture for a bit, and wonder why they ever did what they did to each other.
I figure I was looking at the picture for a long time, because my eyes are starting to get crossed.

I turn through the next few pages, until I find one that sticks out a little.

(Newborn)
July 2nd
I obviously don't have any memory about this picture, but I can make some inferences. "I was born a few days before this, June 27." I don't think I have to remind him that was fourteen years ago. I also don't think I need to tell Skid that my hair is a lot lighter now, and that picture makes my eyes look dull. I'm not actually sure how long it took for my parents to have a baby, but I'm glad they only had one, because if they had another one, that would be terrible for them; so young. "Okay! Next page."

I wonder if Skid is having as fun as a time as I am.

(4)
March 15th

I wince as I see this picture. It isn't me. My hair had never been that bond, and I was so... clueless, well, all babies are. I had no clue that my mommy and daddy had gotten a divorce because my mommy was cheating on my daddy. This was the last picture taken of me in my dad's custody. I think we were having a picnic, and then we ran around. "This was with my dad," I start to say, "a few days before I was put up to adoption." I don't really feel like telling him the part about how my dad was an only child, and both of his parents had died. Or that my dad did not want me in the house of one of my mom's relatives. He didn't have the money to support me, so adoption was the only choice. "And that's how I ended up here!"

I didn't want to look at that picture anymore.

(7)
June 30th

This was taken about three years after coming here. I'm not sure who took it, but I know what I was doing. "I'm knitting." I say to Skid. I'm not exactly where I learned to knit, perhaps it was in school, in art class, or maybe I read a book about it, but I like kitting. I like making blankets and mittens and hats for our family because I feel like I can't do much others stuff for our family. I was outside in the yard, knitting. It's summer, well, school had just ended, and I was happy. I had also recently got my ears pieces (Hornet took me) and that made me even happier. Knitting was just a way to get all the excitement and energy out of me, but it had turned into something more, to keep my family afloat. "I love knitting." I say to Skid so I know that I'm aware he's here. "My seventh birthday had just passed."

I flip through more pages until I find one with more depth.

(11)
December 12th

In this picture, I look ugly. I think I'm at the library (hence the books in the background) but I'm not sure. I think that this picture is around the time when I started carrying the family on my shoulders. Although Skid and Hornet get the money around here (in ways that I would never dare), I hold us together. I am the glue. I don't know what exactly to say, so I say the first thing that comes to mind: "I look ugly." I think he laughs, so I smirk. I keep the secret story behind the picture to myself.

(13)
October 23rd

In this picture, nothing is much different than the last few, except you can see what I actually look like. I have short brown and blond hair - mostly blond - which reaches around my shoulders. What you can't tell is that my hair is very soft. My hair isn't usually in braids, but it was that day. You can see how big my forest-green eyes are, how much my eyebrows arch in thin lines. You can't see my light eyelashes, you never can. You can also see how sickeningly pale my face is, along with my small ears and nose. My mouth in this picture is closed, but still in a smile. I never wear any make-up, so that is my lips natural color, but you can't see my teeth. My teeth are white, because I have to take care of myself.

My legs and arms are hidden underneath my short neck and my sloping shoulders. They are skinny though, and short. What can you expect? I'm a five-foot-three girl who ways one-hundred and twenty-three pounds. The only muscle I have is on my blistered fingers from knitting so much. My hands are small, but can hold a lot. My feet, too, are small.

Sometimes, I wish I was stronger, because then maybe it'd be easier to hold my family on my fragile shoulders.

"That's all." I say to Skid, and I give him a hug for listening.

Personality: ooc; changing to third person.
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Having motherly instincts, Kit had learned to be very responsible at a young age. Never immature - not that she can't take a good joke or make one - Kit is one of the people that gets work done and then they have fun. She believes that you should get work done first because then you have less pressure and more time. She often has to remind herself this when knitting, because although she enjoys it, she can't keep talking while doing it because she gets distracted.

Kit cares a lot for her 'family' even if she won't sell herself for money. She practically holds them together, and makes Bird blankets - or anyone else who wants them. Although Kit is almost the youngest, she is almost certain that she's the most stable some times.

Staying honest to her district's industry, she aspires to be a fashion designer. Seeing people wearing her clothes would make her feel happy. Knowing that she would gain enough money to keep her family afloat; Skid and Hornet not having to do what they did; would be the biggest reward to Kit.

Kit's an optimist because if you aren't then you won't find anything fun. She is often looking for new things to try, new food, new activities, but not relationships; she is sexually confused. But it is all just a matter of time before she finds out.

Kit is smart, and cares lots about school. Of course she isn't as smart as Wheels, but she still studies and cares a lot.

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

Not sure if the Appearance/History is good seeing that I put the appearance in the last picture pretty much. But, I think that the necessary paragraphs are there. She doesn't know what her original name is (it's Penelope Herodol).