Who's the fairest of them all[Tristen]
Jan 22, 2013 14:30:54 GMT -5
Post by Anna Banana on Jan 22, 2013 14:30:54 GMT -5
My reflection stared back at me, all of my imperfections standing out for me to look upon. I hated imperfections, especially when they were mine, and it was all because of a mistake when I was a little girl. It was because of that mistake that I wound up the way I did, a bitter girl who had not feelings for anyone, and the obsession with being the most beautiful girl in all of Panem. My parents said I was, people thought I was, but it was mostly a result of me demanding that they think it, what would it be like if someone actually thought it. It was funny, I would sit here looking at my reflection, finding all of my imperfections, and than I would go out into the district and do the same to everyone else only to make myself feel better. Something about seeing the distress on someone's face when they found out I thought they were ugly made me feel better about myself. Slowly I went about my routine, applying all of my makeup, taking great care to cover up the burns that were a constant reminder of my past, and finding something to wear.
Walking over to one of the many bureaus that lined one of the walls I opened the draw and searched for something to wear. It needed to be something that fit how I was feeling, and yet something that still drew upon my natural beauty. My eyes fell upon a black tube top and instantly I knew what I would wear today. I grabbed the top and ran to another draw taking out the rest of my ensemble. Slipping into the clothes I moved to the mirror to admire my reflection, and this time the imperfections didnt' show up, all I saw was perfection. A young girl wearing a black tube top and a pair of short dark blue shorts with a pair of pale white tights underneath them, looked back at me and I couldn't help but smile. Perfection was what I sought and perfection was what I got, and now it was time for the district to look upon me and feel the pain of knowing such great beauty was out of their reach.
I walked from my room into the front hall, and I heard my parents asking me a question but I neglected to give an answer to them. It wasn't uncommon for me to just do as I pleased, my parents never yelled at me for anything no matter what it was I did. Not that I ever did anything terrible in their minds, I was the perfect child to them. In any event I slipped out the door, without a responce to my parents, into the crowded streets of District 1. A few glances were cast my way, probably because my attire didn't exactly seem to go with the season, but I never cared about that, all I cared about was looking good. I walked among the people my head held high, not caring who I ran into or if I was bothering anyone. Though as it turned out I probably should have been paying more attention to things because I felt myself run into something...or someone.
Immediately my gaze lowered until it fell upon another girl, and even thought it was my fault that I ran into her I yelled at her. Rude I know, but since when wasn't I rude condescending or feel the need to blame others for my problems. "Look here, why don't you watch where you're going you clutz, don't you know when to get out of someone's way. Honestly, does no one understand that beauty shouldn't have to watch where they're going, people should just move out of the way."
Walking over to one of the many bureaus that lined one of the walls I opened the draw and searched for something to wear. It needed to be something that fit how I was feeling, and yet something that still drew upon my natural beauty. My eyes fell upon a black tube top and instantly I knew what I would wear today. I grabbed the top and ran to another draw taking out the rest of my ensemble. Slipping into the clothes I moved to the mirror to admire my reflection, and this time the imperfections didnt' show up, all I saw was perfection. A young girl wearing a black tube top and a pair of short dark blue shorts with a pair of pale white tights underneath them, looked back at me and I couldn't help but smile. Perfection was what I sought and perfection was what I got, and now it was time for the district to look upon me and feel the pain of knowing such great beauty was out of their reach.
I walked from my room into the front hall, and I heard my parents asking me a question but I neglected to give an answer to them. It wasn't uncommon for me to just do as I pleased, my parents never yelled at me for anything no matter what it was I did. Not that I ever did anything terrible in their minds, I was the perfect child to them. In any event I slipped out the door, without a responce to my parents, into the crowded streets of District 1. A few glances were cast my way, probably because my attire didn't exactly seem to go with the season, but I never cared about that, all I cared about was looking good. I walked among the people my head held high, not caring who I ran into or if I was bothering anyone. Though as it turned out I probably should have been paying more attention to things because I felt myself run into something...or someone.
Immediately my gaze lowered until it fell upon another girl, and even thought it was my fault that I ran into her I yelled at her. Rude I know, but since when wasn't I rude condescending or feel the need to blame others for my problems. "Look here, why don't you watch where you're going you clutz, don't you know when to get out of someone's way. Honestly, does no one understand that beauty shouldn't have to watch where they're going, people should just move out of the way."
