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Ella May Wilson

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Female
District Two
Eighteen
Bisexual

I waited 'till I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come

Even for one of the shorter sex, Ella is short, standing at a mere five foot two inches. Unlike many of her fellow short people, Ella has not developed a voluptuous body because of her training. She tells herself that she doesn't care, but she does. Ella wants to have a body to die for like her so-called friends do. Sure, here body is in tip-top shape, and she tells herself that she is perfect. In reality, she knows -somewhere deep down- that she isn't perfect.

Eyes the color of tree bark, also known as brown, are the color of Ella's eyes. She wears makeup, but only when she is going out with her friends. She thinks she is perfect, but her friends insist for her to wear it. Like her eyes, Ella's hair is dark brown.

Despite her attempt to be perfect, you would hardly tell from the way Ella dresses. She does not try to have her body appear more curvy than it is - or isn't - and her clothes during the day are always for training, never anything else. Also, her dark brown hair that would go down to the middle of her back is up in a bun just about all of the time.

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

Despite what many of Ella's peers call 'Fun sized,' Ella is anything but that. She's as serious as one can be. Even when she tries to be fun, free, and outgoing; Ella always ends up straining towards thoughts of training. How can she be better? What about this tactic? I have to ask my coach tomorrow! Her mind is always snapping back, not unlike a rubber band, towards the Hunger Games. Anything to get ahead in her training. Anything to be a winner.

Anything to achieve perfection.


Because of this pursuit of perfection, Ella considers how she holds herself to be in the utmost importance. To be perfect, she believes that one must not only strive for greatness, but also radiate greatness. This means holding herself in an uptight way, always with good posture. This attempted perfection makes her stubborn -almost to the point of idiocy, - and snobby.


All of this leads to her spending hours upon hours to get ready for the simplest outing, which there are many of for this girl. In every facet of life she strives to be perfect, especially perfect looking (so what if she got a nose job?). Of course, there are many social outings with her fellow games trainees, but she doesn't drink nor does she do drugs. In fact, she frowns upon her friends that take away from their training with drinking and/or drugs. They don't heed her warnings.

Any little advantage.

Although Ella believes that she is better than everyone else, there is a place within her that respects people. It is rare for someone to actually earn this focused girls respect, but a few in the crowd stand out to the point where she is willing to speak to them.

Yet this does not mean she respects all of her friends.

Bill and Kate, Ella's parents, have forced friendships upon their daughter. It eats at her that she has to be friends with these people who are below her and her superiority complex. Contributing to that eating away is the twinge of guilt she gets from fake friendship, from deceiving. Faking these important figures' children goes against her plan of perfection. Furthermore, surrounding herself with those imperfections takes away from everything Ella tries to achieve.

This complex of perfection is just a facade she puts up to prevent people from seeing how unhappy she really is. Every single day Ella lies to herself, explaining that the life she has is the life she wants. It isn't. Training is what it is, it's not the training that gets to her and slowly pokes holes through the strong eighteen year old girl, it is the fact that she could be doing other things. What other things? She doesn't know. She wants to know, but she is so close to her goal she cannot turn back now. All the effort over these years, that would be the only situation more painful than the one Ella currently finds herself in.

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone

Train, train, train. All Ella does is train. It's her life. Ever since she could walk, just a few months old, all Ella remembers is training. Her Mother and Father have always said, "It's for your own benefit," and "You only train because you want to win the Hunger Games and bring honor to yourself and to District Two". Ella has never questioned that. Training to win the games; training to keep up the wonderful tradition of District Two tributes. It's all Ella May remembers, so it must be what she's always wanted.

All of this 'honor' talk coaxed Ella into desiring a life for a greater cause. All of her extra energy helped with the training too, as her parents were tired of having her home, scrambling around the house, messing everything up. They heard rumors about some advanced training method from District One, but they had no intentions of opening up their house to such a debacle.

As Ella grew, her parents attended training more and more. She always knew that they were talking about something from her peripheral vision. But what? What were they talking about? Whenever Ella looked over they always flashed smiles. "This is the right thing," and "We're here because we love you... we support you," always came with those smiles. Cheers too. How Ella loved the cheers.

Now her parents don't show up. They say they're only a destraction, but Ella misses them. Their support was a huge factor in the joy of training. Without her parents, people whom Ella considers to be on her level of perfection, there is nobody at training who Ella feels comfortable with. They're all beneath her.

Do her parents not care about everything she has cared about her whole life? Do they not respect her pursuit of perfection? They must not. That was when the questions started. Of course, this was around the age of thirteen, when Ella had the slight chance of being reaped and not having a volunteer come in and take her chance.

That's when everything started eating away at Ella. At thirteen she was asked to befriend the 'popular crowd' by her parents. They said it would help Ella when it came time to volunteer. But no; Ella noticed more and more that her parents were the people who bennifited the most from her new friends. Not her. Not Ella.

So she forced herself, against the the current, against the tiny little bullets that kept poking holes through her soul. She did it and still does it because it isn't what is actually happening, Ella forces herself to think. It's the memories that matter. It's the memories that keep us going.

Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come

Face Claim ~ Aly Raisman

Code ~ odair

Lyrics from Don't Know Why
By Nora Jones