Makayla Elizabeth Atwood: District 8 (FINISHED)

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[/size] Female[/font][/size][/center][/color]

[/size] District 8[/font][/size][/center][/color]

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Everyone says my eyes are my most beautiful feature. Blue as the winter sky and as warm as the summer sun. When I want to be cold to someone, they are as icy as an icicle. Razor sharp and dangerous. My hair is my second best feature. It falls just past my shoulder, soft and curly. It is a dark brown with golden highlights. I usually braid it to the side, but I sometimes put it into a ponytail.

I am the shortest person in my class. I am four feet, nine inches. I'm pretty much a midgit. Oh well, I'll grow sometime. I stand out so well in District 8. Short, skinny, just plain small. Everyone else was tall and lanky. Some muscular. I have this necklace I always wear. It's a dog-tag attached to a ball chain. My father had gave it to me before he ran off and got himself killed. My skin is a tannish color, uncommon. I have a very distint scar on my right calf. Its a dent about a half an inch into my skin. My mother had told me I had been bitten by a spider and the venom had rotted my skin around the bite.

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I am stubborn. Sweet, but sour. You could push me to the edge and I still wouldn't break. I am strong with words but weak with force. And I cannot fight to save my life. I am a hopeless romantic, but I can never seem to find just the right guy.

I'm one of those girls who people say you can control easy, take advantage of. But, if you try that, you'll get a slap in the face. My main goal in life is love. Love; having a husband who loves me. A few children as well. Oh, how I love children.

Just the idea of being able to see, hear, touch, and feel the creation of me and the man whom I love interests me. I tend to be a little manipulative. I know I'm pretty and I can use it against you. With one touch or look in my eyes, I could have you doing anything I want.[/font]

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I was born on the second of March, right before spring. My mother's name is Viccie Atwood and my father's name is Bogarthot Atwood. I was born into a somewhat rich family in District 8. My parents owned a cotton field. I was never really close to them, growing up with four other siblings, me being second oldest. I am not particularly fond of my siblings, given they are all boys. You could say I'm lazy.

But, the day my father had died I started helping mom more often. Doing more of what she asked me to, doing things without her asking me to do them. I felt bad. I didn't mourn for my dad as much as my brother, Bogarthot Jr, did. It took him a whole year to accept that he was gone. He eventually got over it like the man he was supposed to be. But, I think it still bothers him.

The way I look at my past is, it's the past. You cannot change it, so why relive it? I've been beaten down by a Peacekeeper before. One time even by another girl my age. I took up an interest with boys when I met a boy named Samuel. He broke my heart for another girl so, I've got no self confidence. Not a pinch. Zip, nada. [/font]