Re: Fara Yondall - District 9

My name is Fara Yondall. I am twelve years old. I live in District nine.

Appearance

What can I say about my looks? I’m average, alright? I have straight hair that falls down a little ways past my shoulders. It’s on the darker side of blonde, resembling my father, with his dark brown hair, more than my mother, with her white blonde hair. I have hazel green eyes, like Zynna’s, but they are bigger, and wide, giving me a “deer caught in the headlights” kind of look all the time. I’m also on the smaller side, like Kai, but less thin and pretty, more short and awkward. I’m basically the melting pot of my family, getting a lesser version of each of their best features.

The one thing I can say that I like about myself is my skin. It’s not too pale, and not all that tan, because I never did care for the outdoors. It’s a pretty peach color, and I’m fortunate enough not to have any visible scars, unlike my dear family. Generally, though, I’m not much to look at. I’m just a regular kid on the outside.

I’m probably someone you wouldn’t pick out from a crowd, or at least, you wouldn’t remember me if you did. I’m the kind of person that blends in with a group of people. I’m small, and generally go unnoticed. I’m not that bold with my appearance. I tend to dress it down, so that I don’t stand out. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t like being the center of attention.

Personality

Like I said earlier, I don’t like being in the spotlight. In fact, I loath it. I’ve already gotten enough attention from when Nin died, when my parents split, when Zynna was reaped. I don’t need to bring myself to attention anymore than necessary. I don’t like making myself noticeable in most situations. It’s better, less complicated, for me if I don’t go noticed. Trust me, though, if you get on my nerves, I will make a scene. If you’re bothering me, you’ll know it.

I’ve had to deal with a lot these past few years, so I don’t plan on taking shit from anybody. I’ve been in situations you can’t even imagine, so I don’t have time for your petty arguments. Don’t try to start anything with me, or you will me sorry.

Yeah, I do think I’ve had it rough. Don’t think that I’m a brat, or that I feel sorry for myself. I’m not that pathetic. I’m just stating a fact. If you had to go through what I had to, you’d be the same way. I’m not like this with everyone, though. I can be considerate and thoughtful to my friends. I just don’t have that many. I don’t want people who hang around me because they feel sorry for me as my friends. I don’t need pity; I need people who won’t talk about it. People who will help me forget it.

I don’t think I’m really all that bad of a person. Really, I’m just sad. I know I tend to blame it on the world. I don’t mean to. I just miss how it used to be, when everything was simple, when my family was whole, when I didn’t have to worry about anything. Of course, you can’t tell anyone what I just said. Like I mentioned a couple seconds ago, I don’t want people feeling bad for me. If they knew I was just a sad little kid, who knows what they would do. So let’s just keep it between us, ‘kay?

History

For a twelve year old girl, I’ve seen too much. I learned from an early age that people are merciless. They will do anything to hurt you, to break you down. They will find your weakness, and use it to crush your spirit. You think I’m being melodramatic, don’t you? You think I’m overacting, just like everyone else, huh? Well, I only speak from my past experience. I know first hand how horrible people can really be, what they can really take from you.

Let me start at the beginning. I had a nice family. A big family yes, and my parents had to work hard to put food on the table, but we were happy. We knew we were loved, and that’s all that mattered. There was Mother and Father, of course. The first of us children, my oldest sister, Zynna; Then came my brother, Brendan; Then my sister Kai. Finally we come to me; and last but not least, the youngest, little Nin. You’d think all was well, wouldn’t you?

Of course not. Two years ago, everything went haywire. It started with Nin. Zynna had taken her hunting for the first time. Zynna was fourteen, Nin was seven. Zynna came back with nothing but a scratch. Nin came back as a bloody corpse. You’d think my family would be closer, grieving together and consoling one another, but no. My mother blamed Father for everything, for letting them go. They were too young to go by themselves. Father should never have let them go alone, she said. I remember waking up to hear them screaming at each other, yelling all sorts of unsightly things at one another. All was not well in the Yondall household those couple months.

And that’s all it took for my family to unravel. A couple months. Next thing I knew, my father had gotten permission to leave the district, to go to District four. When I asked why, he simply told me he had to escape all the painful memories, start over again. What about the painful memories he gave me? Where was my fresh start? Well, I wouldn’t get one. I watched as Brendan, Kai, and Father boarded a train, and were whisked out of my life forever. You’d think that was enough, right? Wrong.

This past year, Zynna left me. The Capitol pulled her name out of a glass ball, and stole her away from us, just like that. We were forced to see her beaten down by the District 10 male tribute in the bloodbath. In the end, she was just another body strewn across the arena. For yet another time, a life I cared deeply for was snuffed out.

Even after all this, my mother always told me to trust in God. He will provide for us, He will protect our family. He sent all these bad things to us to test our faith, and if we pull through, we will be rewarded. That’s what my mother believes, and that’s what I try to believe for her sake; but I can’t. If God loved me, why would he do this to me? I don’t think God really loves me. I think he is ruthless, and hates us, and will do anything to make sure we are never happy.

Codeword: Odair