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[ s a y g e . h i r e s t ] [district 8] [DONE]
Nov 24, 2011 8:27:29 GMT -5
Post by {ஐ} [m e m o r y] -- on Nov 24, 2011 8:27:29 GMT -5
In the court yard.
Used to sing as loud as she could.
Locked away here.
Used to sing as loud as she could.
Locked away here.
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s a y g e f. h i r e s t
a g e 17
d i s t r i c t 8
f e m a l e
Shes been quite lovely and good.
But no one listens now.
She lost her voice, she had no choice.
But no one listens now.
She lost her voice, she had no choice.
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I'm a freak. Simple as that, a standout in the crowd of normal people. I am not like them, no, I am much of the opposite. Many people tell me that I should live in the capitol, that disgusting place, why would I be there? It surely must be that yes, I look like a total freak of this world. The kind that should either be in a circus or at the capitol. Here I am though, a seventeen year old in district eight, my home.
Something strange that I will tell you about me is that I have no right foot. I now have a metal contraption that makes me look even creepier. My leg was taken off by a peacekeeper wen I was twelve years old. The reason, I shall tell you later. When you do see this though, which won't be much, you will surely see the bright silver and red that I had painted on to it. Oh, I forgot to mention, red happens to be my favorite color as well.
My eyes are the color of the light color of the ocean, a blue green color that looks like the water that decorates the sea.The insides have small dark green flecks inside of them that work its way around the jet black pupil. My eyes arn't that noticible compared to the rest of me though. Many people never even see them.
The hair that decorates my head is a marron kind of color. The hue is always the same, the style, I like to change it quite a bit though. Sometimes there are curls in pigtails and other times I have just straight hair. One thing, It is always put in some crazy way. This is why people think I am a total freak. Which in a way, I am.
Last thing, I like hearts, red, and accessories. You can usually find me with collars, tattoos, earrings, and other things that make me look like I came from the capitol. In truth, this is what convinces most people of my strangeness and me being crazy, a freak, or just plain odd.
If you sing loud and clear.
Someone passing by.
Will surely hear you.
Someone passing by.
Will surely hear you.
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Creepy and Scary :: Many whisper about me as I pas. Many close their doors as I walk in town. Others, they just back up when they see me, the creep of the town. As said, I look different. 'Different' is definitely not a good thing here. Still, it is one thing that I really don't mind being. To be odd is a good thing sometimes. It shows others that you're not scared of them, even though they might be scared of you.
Freak :: I have been told possible more then once that I belong in a circus or in that disgusting place called the capitol. I don't comment back, it would be rather rude, wouldn't you say? Either way, sometimes I do ponder the idea of where I belong in this world, a place where yes, nothing is absolutely fair to anyone.
Singing :: I love to sing. It doesn't run in my family. Singing for other people is not what I like to do. I sing alone. I usually go to some dark place where I can hide, then I sing. I'm sure that at least one person has heard me before. It is a bit hard to miss the sound of my voice.
Laughing :: Sometimes, I like to laugh. Laugh at those when I shouldn't. I am one of those ladies who is a bit 'out of place'. At least, that is what my parents and others have always told me. I don't like to offend people but how can you help it sometimes? Its a bad habit I suppose.
Kindness :: I can be kind to others if I wish to. There have been times where being kind has gotten me very far in this life that I live in. It may not be the most fun option but being nice to others can often times be the way to go.
No you can't be afraid.
If you ever want.
Somebody near you.
If you ever want.
Somebody near you.
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As a small girl, I have never been the girl to play with dolls and makeup. The kind of girl that sees the world as a meadow with flowers. I'm just afraid that that was never me, I was never a googly eyed, stupid, innocent girl. I was much different. In fact, once I tell you my history, you might understand my reasonings for everything. Including my foot.
I was born to two parents. They were different. Yes, they both came from the capitol and had odd things about them. Their hair, bodies, eyes. Just horrid. Their voices were odd as well. Soon after, their high pitch screams came down to small bits of chuckling. Both of them moved because of how much they hated the place that they lived in. The capitol wasn't their place, still, they didn't believe at first that district eight was either. They soon turned to regular district people, getting used to the customs of where they now lived and realizing that it wasn't that bad to live there.
I was left alone much, a wanderer and thinking by the age of four. I would walk away, they seemed to either not know or just not know where I was going. It didn't matter though. I was like a pigeon, I always returned to home base, the big bird house.
At the age of twelve, I was wandering around where I was accused of stealing something from an older woman. She called me by another name, it was easy to tell that she was losing her sight. that didn't matter. I was quickly taken into a place where my foot was taken off as a reminder of my 'crime. Soon after though, my parents payed for my foot to be fixed, with a new and decent metal foot of course.
Well, that leads up to today where I am a crazy, freakish girl just living in district eight. My home.
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