Macy Kane District 9

I'm about 5'4", I have a thin physique. I have fair skin that tans easily when I'm outside. But since I've been working in the factories I don't really get out very much. My left eye doesn't open as much as the other because when I was a kid I got hit in the eye and there was some kind of nerve damage that couldn't be repaired.

My eyes are blue-gray and round. I tend to wear dark eyeliner and mascara, but other than that I don't wear make up. My eyebrows are light brown and straight. I have short hair that is slightly curled. It barely touches my shoulders and is a light blond with a little light brown mixed in. I have full pink lips that are usually pursed when I'm thinking about something. I have white teeth, they aren't perfectly straight. I have a slight gap in my front teeth.

I prefer wearing jeans and cotton shirts. I don't like wearing jewelry. If you haven't guessed already, I'm a tomboy. It doesn't really matter what I'm wearing as long as I can work in it and move around in it. You will NEVER see me in a dress.

I am really focused on helping my mom make ends meet right now. I quit school to help provide for our family. After I realized how stupid I was being goofing off with the bad kids in school and doing things I shouldn't have been I felt like I owed it to my mom to help out instead of cause mayhem.

When I was a trouble maker I didn't listen to anyone, if my mom wanted me to do something for her I fought with her until she gave up and did it herself. I ignored my brother, maybe even blamed him for Dad leaving us, I don't know. But I told off teachers and got into fights, did things I shouldn't have done.

I regret these days now. I wish they had never happened, that I'd realized sooner how much Mom needed my help. Right now I'm just trying to make up for three years of disobedience and foolishness. I don't know if I'm doing a very good job at it. Mom probably hasn't forgiven me yet but I'll keep trying to earn it, to make it up to her. I'm just trying to survive, to carry us through and hope that maybe someday things won't be so hard.

I'm stubborn and perserverent. I'm trying my hardest to help out my family in any way that I can. I don't have time for friends, or for the old social life I once had. But that doesn't really matter to me anymore, because all I care about right now is my family.

My life has never been easy, though I doubt anyone's life outside the Capitol is. My family doesn't have much money, my fatehr left us when was thirteen. Since then my mom has been working two jobs in an effort to support us. She's not home very much, but when she is she's tired, but can you blame her?

My childhood wasn't so bad, I had a roof over my head, two parents and food in my stomach. I became an oder sister when I was three, to my brother Max. We both have my dad's blond hair. I was close to my dad for about two seconds util Max was born. I guess he just wanted a son, and when he got one he didn't care so much about teaching me things.

Dad started fighting with Mom and staying out late at the local tavern whn I was eight and Max was five. It was becoming evident to Dad that Max wasn't really interested in 'guy thingd'. Max didn't want to go out and throw a ball with him. He preferred staying inside coloring or going ot to swing. I on the other hand was a tomboy, hangin out with boys from my class, spending time outside, playing tag, and getting into mischief. Max was the son Dad had always wanted in gender only, and I would have been the perfect son, if I had been a boy. I guess Dad got tired of us, was so disppointe in the way we had turned out that he couldn't stand to stay. So he left. I wasn't god enough for him, and neither was Max.

My mom would say that I fell in with a bad crowd because he left, that I was mad at him and thought rebelling was the answer, would show him how I felt even though I haven't sen him since the night he left. However I would disagree with her, What caused me to fall in with a bad crowd was stupidity, the need to feel like someone valued me for who I was. So I did some bad things, hung out with bad people. I regret what I did, went too far and realized that I didn't like the life I was living.

I quit going to school when I was fifteen, Mom was pregnant and couldn't work as much as before so helped out, I grew up. Mom had a girl, Lacey, about a year ago. Now I work at a shoe factory trying to help her make ends meet and provide for Lacey and Max who eat everything, and always seem to need something. I'm just trying to survive in a world where nothing is fair and no matter how hard you try you can't seem to catch a break. You're always going, always trying to solve the next big problem.