Envy Hale District 2

Name: Envy Hale
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2

Beau-ty

[byoo-tee]
Definiton: the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind.

At a glance
You'll see that I am 5'5'', have mouse brown hair, fair skin, dark gray eyes, and I'm in decent shape.

In depth
My hair reaches a few inches past my shoulders. It's slightly wavy and I like to tie it back on all occasions. Though my mom usually redoes it if it's a special occasion, because she's all about appearances. My eyes are dark gray, though sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror they look kind of blue too, but you can only tell if you look closely. They're almond shaped and usually outlined in charcoal black eyeliner. I'm not a big fan of make up but I am crazy about eyeliner.
My eyebrows are small arches above my eyes. I have a small nose and small lips. I get them from my father, I think, I'm not exactly sure though because I've never met my father.
My favorite thing to wear is a t-shirt and sweatpants. Though I don't get to wear them as often as I'd like because of my mom. Like I said before, she's all about appearances.

Nobody's Perfect
As much as my mom tries to deny it there is no way a person can be perfect, though Luxe comes awfully close, and I am certainly no exception.
My left earlobe is split in the middle from a time when my ear was pierced and the earring got ripped out when I was ten. I got it pierced a second time though. So you can tell my earrings are uneven if you look at me face to face.
Sometimes when I get really stressed out I bite my nails, so I usually have them cut short.

My Sisters
If you ranked my sisters and I from prettiest to least prettiest. I would be the last one. I don't have my sisters' shiny hair, perfect skin, full lips, expressive eyes or long eyelashes. I wouldn't say I'm bad looking, but over all I'm not really worth any envy[/i].[/color]

En-vy
[en-vee]
Definiton: a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc.

The truth?
I cannot be defined by the word envy in any way, shape, or form.

Luxe, Rumor, Envy, and Splendor-
Why did I have to be Envy? And I'm not saying that because I'm envious of my sister's names-theirs aren't much better than mine. I'm saying it because the name doesn't fit me at all. I don't envy my sisters, no one could possibly envy me, and I don't like Mom's 'high society' life, or her parties.

So where do I fall?
The kids in school used to make fun of me because of my name. I have no friends because I don't like any of the things my fellow classmates like. Besides why would I hang out with people that used to make fun of me and only try to be nice to me because they want to get closer to my sisters.
My mom is always nagging me because I don't 'act like a girl'. She hates that I dress in clothes that are:
1. Not feminine.
2. Not flattering to my figure.
This might be news to you mom but not every girl likes wearing floral prints and dresses. We can't all be perfect like Luxe, and we can't all be defying and bitchy like Rumor, or normal like Splendor. I'm certainly not any of those things. Those are my sisters, those aren't me.

So who am I?
I. Have. No. Clue.
I can tell you who I am not but I cannot rightfully tell you who I am.
I can tell you that I like ice cream, and hate spinach. I don't like speaking in front of crowds or large groups of people because I feel like I'm constantly being judged, that's probably thanks to the name. I hate violence, I think that the Hunger Games are stupid and they make people think that being in them is all that matters, that you can only prove yourself if you come out of them alive. It's just ridiculous.
I can't tell you the definition of me, because I'm still writing it, revising it. But for now I guess you could just call me the outcast.

Out-cast
[out-kast, -khast]
Definition: a person who is rejected or cast out, as from home or society.

We are family
I am the third daughter to Rachelle Kendricks. My oldest sister, Luxe, is five years older than me and she's the perfect daughter. She's everything my mother could want in a daughter, excelled in school, a social butterfly, beautiful, feminine, and nice. I don't know why she had the rest of us. Rumor is two years older than me and she's always home late, arguing with my mom, I think she hates me but then again she's always pissed when she's home. And then Splendor is a year younger than me, she's beautiful too, but she's not modest about it like Luxe is, and she's got a meaness to her, though she's always kissing up to mom.

Here's where it gets complicated
All of my sister's are my half sisters. We all have the same mom but different fathers. First mom was married to Chad Montgomery, he was rich, when he died all of his money went to mom. While they were married mom had Luxe, she was two when Chad died.
Then mom got remarried to Mark Hale, and had Rumor about a year after Chad died. Here's where it gets a little complicated. About a year after Rumor was born mom got involved with another guy, I don't know his name, but they had an affair and he got mom pregnant with me. Mom and Mark didn't seperate though, he forgave her. A year later they had Splendor. Yep, that's my mom.

My mom [Rachelle Kendricks-Montgomery-Hale]
Was always in love with 'high society', she was of the middle class her whole life and always dreamed she would have all of life's luxuries. That's why she married Chad, because he had money. Which opened the gate to social affairs an dinner parties. When he died she still got to have it all, if not more when she married Mark who had money of his own. Now mom just lives in pure bliss, and Mark enablers her, he gives her whatever he wants. She has dinner parties every week, and always finds an excuse to buy a new dress.

The Past
I guess you could call my childhood normal. Though my mom always enjoyed showing my sisters and I off to her friends and made us dress up in fancy dresses whenever she had a party then she would send us off to bed after she was done boasting of our good genes and how well we did in school. Though she was usually talking about my sisters, I was a little left out of this. This might be because I was the misfit of the bunch, the only one who wasn't a 'purebred', because I was the result of an affair.
My ears were pierced when I was ten but not long after I did my left earring got ripped out in school. Some boys were messing around in class and well I'm not really sure what happened. I guess I was playing with my earring and one thing led to another and I was out of my desk on the floor the wind knocked out of me and a boy fallen on top of me. The kids in class started freaking out about something and then I saw the earring on the floor and the blood on my shirt.
For about two years I was really self-concious about it, I felt like everyone could see my split earlobe so I'd wear my hair down. Mom didn't help in the matter either, she was always pointing it out to everyone, my one visible imperfection.
But after a while I got used to it and got my ear pierced again. It's kind of grown on me now, it's the one thing that has only ever happened to me. When you have two older sisters there's hardly anything you can do to stand out from them, that holds you away from them. Both of them have their ears pierced but I'm the only one who has a split earlobe.[/blockquote]Codeword: <img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/16h2ibt.png">
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