Skylar Wilson (District 1)

I am so skinny, very skinny, to the point where people think that I'm anorexic because I only weight like 95 or something along those lines. I earned the nicknames bones sometimes by some of my classmates who love to give me a hard time. So I'm short to. I stand at 5'3 which has also gained me the names 'short-stack' and 'tiny' by my lovely brothers. My eyes are known as sky blue, or that's what people have told me they call it. I just say blue, why get technical? When I was a kid a lot of people within my district thought that I had gotten them done within the capitol because of their unnatural blueness. I have a mediocre tan from being outside as a child.

My hair is a golden blonde almost to the point where if looked at in a quick glance in the sun it would look bleach blonde, but even though I don't want to admit it I have split ends. It's embarrassing and my hair I don't exactly like. I wish I could blend in but I sort of stick out. Okay, so I'm not overly strong but I'm not horribly weak either, so I'm just an average girl. I have this one long scar on my right arm from when my brother and I were playing around with rocks in the backyard, rocks can be really super sharp, just forewarning you. Let's just say he swung wide and I backed up swinging my arms and the rock slid up my right arm vertically and I was left bleeding, a lot.

There's also a tiny scar running through my eyebrow, vertically from where I was running one time and hit my head on something. I think it gives me this bad ass look but that's only my opinion.

I guess the people around me characterize me as ambitious...too ambitious sometimes. They consider it a flaw, I don't. I think it makes me awesome. I'll try to do anything to get what I want and I mean anything. Just ask my brothers about the time I wanted to play with their friends and they wouldn't let me. I'm also pretty deceiving when it comes to things to. Like for instance if someone wants to know something I'll straight out lie to them and it'll come back around to me and it'll work in my favor.

I'm only sweet and nice to my friends and family. To my enemies I can be very cruel apparently. I mean I can totally see what they mean sometimes because I can go to extremes when it comes to getting back at them. Oh there is the ambitious thing coming back to get me. I guess it's my weakness to.

But I do have two big huge flaws in myself though. At least I can admit them about myself because I'm pretty sure that some people can't. It's my ego and pride. I honestly have to much pride and I think to highly of myself. But I can't exactly lose that feeling with me being a career and everything even though it might be my downfall. It's hard to try and not praise yourself.

But it wasn't always like that. I had mega self-esteem issues back when I was a kid. I still do sometimes when I fail at something. Like I will mentally beat myself up until I get it right. I guess it's considered another flaw in me even if I don't show it as much as I used to.

I was born in District 1 and that's all I ever really know. My family is wealthy but we're definitely not the richest in the district. My mom and dad are skilled jewelers and that trade has been in the family since I can remember. My mom is so nice. I love her to death and I love my dad to death. If I didn't have them I don't know what I would do.

But besides me there is my older brother Alex. He's 18 and it's his last year in the pool for the reaping and he plans to go into the family business with my parents. I respect his decision to try and stay out of the games because it's the family business and it must go on. Then there's my little brother Jake. He's the rebel of the family. He doesn't believe in the capitol and he doesn't believe in the games. He thinks they're are barbaric, like some others. We all just roll his eyes when he says these things though. Like honestly I think he was adopted or something. But anyway yeah, I still love him to death though. I have another older brother, Jem, who is 17. He's a career.

I remember when I was like 6 or 7 and Jem and I had gotten in so much trouble for playing with the knives in the house. We would throw them at the walls or even at each other because of what we would see in the games. My parents would get so mad at us but my older brother Alex thought it was hilarious until one we started throwing them at each other. He freaked out then. Or there was this other time that Jem and I had rocks and we were pretending they were swords and we would swing them at each other. That's the playing that led me to having my scar on my arm and on my eyebrow. It was fun though, not going to lie. I love having that adrenaline rush.

But like Jem I'm a career. I'm in a school where they train me to kill people so when I volunteer myself up when I am eighteen to take the place of the poor soul who has been chosen for the Hunger Games I will be ready. I've always been excited around the times of the Hunger Games because I liked to see the tactics of what the tributes would use. Jem and I would always and I mean always would bet on who would end up being the victor of the years games. So it was just a sign that I should compete in them.

My parents thought that since Jem and I were both a hand full we should just be put into school to be training as careers. And that's just what they did. My parents put me in this school when I was little so that I could learn every weapon out there. So far my favorites are the sword and knifes. I like anything with a blade really. They feel like an extension of myself.

Only we understand the pressure on our shoulders. I like being a career but at the same time I don't. It's a complicated matter. Like for instance if I were chosen I would give it my all but I would be afraid of dying and I would be afraid of my friends being picked to go into the arena with me. But I'm glad that my mother and father put me in there because it's taught me a lot of valuable life skills. But most importantly it helped me become more confident in myself. Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't bring a powerful punch.

But off the subject of my family for a moment. Let me talk about my friends.

My friends. What can I say about them? I love them to death. We hang out a lot but I don't have like one specific best-friend. Never have never probably will. But we do lots of things together. We do tease people though a lot but it's fun. Sometimes when I think about not returning to them because of the games when the times come for the reaping my gut tightens up and I have the feeling like I'm going to cry but the tears never come because it's not a good idea to cry. I know that I will volunteer for them and be put in to fight others. It's what I'm training for. It's what I do.