Thyme Ross Capitol {finished}

I guess I'm pretty... At least my friends say so. My pasty white skin stands out in a crowd of people, like a weed in a flower patch. Maybe not a weed... more like a dandelion. A weed is too... ugly. I stand five foot eleven inches, plenty tall for a fifteen year old. I weigh 109 pounds the last time i checked... although i don't remember when that was. My blond curls hang to my chin, in a short bob. My sparkling blue eyes pierce the landscape, like a slash of ink on a piece of parchment. I have a few freckles on my cheeks, but basically none everywhere else. I wear a pair of wiry glasses on my nose, preferring not to poke my eyes with contacts.

Many say that my curls came from my mother, which indeed they did, and my blue eyes from my father, but his are colder. My wiry frame gets a lot of looks in the Capitol, their eyes stare at me wondering why I am so skinny. I have a light brown birthmark on the back of my right leg. I usually wear long pants to cover it. I usually wear a light blue frock to school, but to be honest, I hate dresses. When I get home, I immediately run upstairs and change into a T-Shirt and a pair if worn jeans.

I do not consider myself lacking in my "womanly" parts, wearing a C cup.

Shy, simple, mature and... well... tomboyish. That's how I would describe myself. Whether or not my parents would agree, I don't know nor care.

Shy. I do not have a loud mouth or if I do, I don't consider myself to have one. In fact, I would consider myself to be one of the quietest girls in my school. I hate public speaking, standing in front of a large audience and talking. I would mess up for sure.

Simple. I don't like the fashion in the Capitol. No... wrong word. I despise it. Pea green skin, nose piercings, strange tattoos... they send a shiver down my spine. Whoever started these treads is crazy. I do admit that I do have my ears pierced in which I usually wear a simple, silver pair of hoops.

Mature. I am the oldest of three. Twins April and June are each 12 and still act like babies. My mother treats them like angels, but they are truly little devils.

Tomboyish. I hate frilly outfits and anything pink. Yuck! I do hang out with some girls at school, but I am certainly not popular. I bet most of the girls at my school don't even know that I exist. I honestly don't care that I am not the "hottest" girl in school. I actually like it this way, staying back in the shadows quietly.

I love to read and to dance. Currently, my favorite book is Agusta Marabella by Leo Charadea, a novel about love, romance and life. I do not yet have a "special someone", although most of the girls have one. I am still looking for my prince.

September 12, 5:30 PM. I was born. My mother said that I was an angel. Please keep in mind the w-a-s. "What am I now? A devil? You must be thinking about my sisters." I stated angrily when she told me. I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was something along the lines of,"How dare you say that of your sisters! Go to your room!" Now can you see that my sisters are mother's little angels?

When I was three, April and June (which in my opinion are horrible names. Aren't they months? Hmm...) were born. I was immediately pushed aside, and was forced to be the "role model" for the twins. Believe me, I had no effect on their personality right now.

Two years later I was introduced to school. I hated it and to this day still hate it. I don't get the point of sending a child to school so they don't pay attention and don't learn anything. I would learn more if I could do whatever I wanted everyday.

Ever since I was ten, I have watched the Hunger Games. They give me nightmares when I dream, but once I start watching them, my eyes are glued to the flat-screen TV and only when my mother shakes my shoulders is when I finally get out of the trance. I am lucky that I don't live in the Districts.

I currently do not have a job since I am still in high school, but I dream of having a career intertwining with the Hunger Games. Someday, before I have a husband and children of my own, I wish to tour the 50th Hunger Games Arena.

If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers. ~Edgar W. Howe