Jarita deno D7

im jarita,my name stands for a legendary bird im not sure what type of bird but i know it must stand for greatness ,my long flowing black hair and bright green eyes with a rimming of gold my eyes they say could kill with just the sight, or some people say they are so beautiful men would fall on there knees.My black hair long and flowing not the type a person holding a ax half there life hair should look like.

do i care?No i don't i mostly where black pants that are ripped at the bottom and a red shirt that as a large rip going along the sleeve people tend to stare at that scar it was a scar i got from my father when he threw a ax at me trying to hit my leg to get me to behave...i threw a ax back at him and it hit him in the leg so we both have scars now.haha

My personality is mostly i am cold and cunning and if i where ever to be in the hunger games i could maybe last to at least the final 8 if i could get my hands on some axes.I am fast at running and could clime a tree in 3 seconds if i needed to im mostly cold and hard with anyone i don't like or know.

i can be nice though im not always this cold,evil cruel girl i once was a happy girl with not a care in the world then i realized we would never escape the capitol or there games.We would never be free to live the way we want we would always be sent to the games to die..or to live.

Once did i love someone other then my family his name was sky he was sent to the games and died i watched him die i screamed for 3 days and refused to watch the games i shut my eyes and buried my head in the pillows i was sure i would never love anyone again.If i did it would never be sky...well maybe but right now im not sure i want anyone.

When i was 14 i was learning to chop trees and i wasent paying attenson to my father who was teaching me and so he threw a ax at me it grazed my left arm and left a long scar i was angry so i flung my ax at him witch hit him in the left calf leaving a scar.He dident even get mad he just said "good back swing jarita" i was pleased with my self but mad still but i went about my work ignoring the fire in my soul.

later at 15 i was cutting up lumber when i remembered sky's death and i saw the boy who killed him on the log and i lifted the ax so high my arms hurt and i dropped the ax down so hard on the wood that the ax handle buried its self half why in the newly cut tree i was breathing heavy and i hit the tree over and over until my father had to stop me.

later at age 16 i was walking dpwn the path and i saw my father get into a fight i jumped into to stop it and ended up punching the man who was fighting my father so hard he lost half his teeth i was so angry i punched the man over and over my father had to pull me off him and bring the man to my friends mother to patch him up.The man now.... cant talk and stays as far away from me as he can.I wish the anger in side me would go out with a spark but it just keeps burning..and burning...and burning.