Echo Lane D12 done

I wake up in the bed I share with my 2 other triplet sisters and walk over to the small mirror in the left corner of our bedroom. It isn't big, but big enough to see half our body. My reddish-orange hair looks like a rat nest. I take out my black hairbrush that I always keep in my pocket since my hair loves to get frizzy at the worst moments. I slowly brush all the knots in my hair away. When I'm done you can tell that it's very choppy and layered, but most of all straight not like my other sisters, where there hair is blond, but you could tell that before. My hair goes around till my shoulders, but one layer goes a little past. There are a few strands sticking up, so I put a little water on them so they stay down.

Still in my torn and worn out pajamas, I walk over to a little box that goes up to my knees that serve as our closet. I pick out a black tank top and a pair of torn jeans. My small brown eyes examine the clothes while my pale hand bony hand picks the tank top up. I know it's winter but I still decide to wear a tank top, because i'm staying in the house today by the warmness of the fire place.

My pale thin lips try to mumble something, but then I remember i'm mute and can't talk. I'm really skinny from lack of food and my face is pale all of our's is. I look at my sister's who don't look a single bit like me, but we are still sisters.

What can a mute girl say? Nobody thinks much of me since I can't talk, they all ignore me an I hate being ignored, it annoys me so much that I wish I could scream. I wish I got the attention I deserve. I play pranks and nobody cares. I crash pots together nobody cares. I starve for attention, I just need somebody to take notice to the mute girl with the orange hair.

Everybody in my family has a bad side to them and a good side. My bad side is that i'm mute, but my good side is that I can feel what other people are feeling. Now that I think about it is a curse and a blessing. With this I can always be able to sense if my friends need my help, but then I always will be feeling there sadness around me, and I hate sadness it makes me feel all crumbled up inside as if my awesomeness has gone away.

I have to admit I may be a little self-centered and egoistic, but it doesn't mean i'm a bad person. Sure I think i'm awesome and great and super cool( and I really am) but I also care if my friends are awesome and super cool, because it makes them look good in front of other people. I make sure people look up to us, but it's really hard if people don't pay attention to you!

My greatest goal in life is being the districts biggest rebel, but it is really hard when everybody is always depressed about lack of food, I mean you don't need to eat every day then you will get fat like the capitol people, and I don't want to get fat so, so what's there problem. Oh if you haven't noticed I have a lot to say, just I have to think it all because for one again i'm damm mute!

How should I start? Oh how about my extremely big family. I am a triplet and my two other triplet sisters are named Medea and Niagra. I have then two brothers who are twins and there names are Bacchus and Thanatos. The last of my siblings are the girl set of twins, there names are Hestia and Hecate. Our loving mother works as hard as she can for us, but it isn't enough 'cause my sisters are always complaining about not having enough food. What do I tell them( by writing on a piece of paper) ? Welcome to district 12 the district of misery.

I was born mute and apparently will stay mute no matter what I do, because there are no good doctors here. I am one of the eldest and am supposed to be one of the most responsible. I lead a pretty much to what you can call normal life here. I starved and went to school. My parents were both from the merchant class here and we live with them an our grandparents in a small house on top of there grocery store. We have to help pick plants and grow plants so the winter is sort of a break for us.

When I was my dad used to take me two the edge of the district just before the fence and there he taught me the names of the different flowers and if we had luck we saw deer. I learned to cherish these moments with my dad. One day I came back from hunting and my mom comes up to me in tears telling me that my dad is dead, he blew up in a mining Accident .

I remember crashing pots together like there was no tomorrow and breaking stuff we needed to little pieces unreparable. Though after a while I got used to the change and went back to my normal self, but my normal brothers weren't so lucky. My mom had to work harder to support us and was falling to pieces as well, but she held well together.

So far I held through and everybody else held through and were together with our crazy disabled family, but who knows things might get better for us.