Seaton Murphy District 4 FINISHED!

Hot body. That's about all that's good looking on me really. My face isn't that great, kinda looks like one of those horses from District 10. My nose is too big and my mouth is just one big mess of under bite and shame. My dumbo ears stick too far out from my head and my nose looks like an upside down mushroom. I am not attractive at all.

BUT

You'd never know it since the girls flock to me like sharks to chum.

My dark messy hair is often caked with salt water and smells like the ocean for all the swimming I do. A fine layer of scruff will cover my body, making me look a little more masculine that my 18 years. My body is a f-cking temple. I make sure people worship it. I'm the fastest swimmer in our district and I'm sure every knows. All the swimming makes my body ripple with muscle and not an ounce of fat covers me.

You only wish your body looked like mine.



I'm a cocky bastard. I don't care that I look like the back end of a horse, I'm better at everything than you. Well if everything includes swimming. That's pretty much my only forte. I'm not that smart, and by not that smart I mean I'm a meat head. There's not much involved in my life that I need book smarts for. I train for the games, and work for my parents in our pearl diving company, its not rocket science. I'm not a nerd like those dorks in District 3 or District 6.

I have a decent amount of friends, but mainly its just hanger ons who think that by being my friend they won't have to deal with the scum of the weaklings in our class. I can't stand people who don't at least try to do something worth while. Most of these jerks would be dead in the blood bath. Its not like its that hard to be talented.

You could say my biggest down fall is the fact I don't tolerate people who are worthless or weak. Only the best can run in my crew. Its a shame that District 4 hasn't had a Victor in ages. I guess its cause I haven't been reaped yet. Just wait, I'll show those b-tches who's boss. Me. And President Snow.


It wasn't that I grew up with talent. I had to be encouraged and prepped. My parents pushed me to be the best from a young age. My dad likes to tell the story of how when I Was four years old he took me to the dock and threw me into the sea, calling out "You're not coming out til you swim!". Most people would look at that like he was crazy and abusive. Not me, he was just teaching me to be the best. I am the best.

Life got easier, that's for sure, once Pops saw what I was capable of. Every day before school he made me go out for a swim, "Push yourself, harder and harder each day!" he'd call in the wee morning hours. And I did. Hours upon hours I'd spend treading water, finding ways to flick and twist my body to propel it faster and more efficiently through the waves. Perfecting my dives off the docks to reach the oysters quicker. Making myself hold my breath til I could could spend at least 4 minutes under the water collecting the oysters to shuck and de-pearl.

Life was good, great, til that dumb b-tch tried to screw up my life. Claiming I knocked her up and that her little brat was mine. I didn't hear from her for a year after that party and then she shows up on my doorstep with a screaming bundle of a pooping mess saying it was mine. That baby was too good looking to be mine, it didn't even have my big ears. I was only 15 then, you can't get a girl pregnant when you're 14, that stuff only happens in the lower districts, where they're stupid. I still see her around the District, dragging the little boy along and sometimes I think maybe she might of been right, but how can I have a kid and still win the games?

Now though, its time for me to go to the games, to show Panem just how important I really am. My mother and sister think that its a terrible idea, that unless the Games are like the 61st I won't stand a chance, but really they just don't want to lose the money I bring in. Either way, they're going to have to suck it up and deal with it, because it would be a shame if Panem never got to see these skills.