Alexander J. Bouchard District: 12 (done)

I cant really... its really hard for me to describe myself without being too kind. Well first of all I'm not well fed AT ALL. So naturally I'm really thin and tall. Oddly not as thin as some but I'm thin. Yep that's me tall, thin and white.

I'm not really colorful person either. But I have a quality no one else i know in the Seam does. My hair. My hair is a dark brown (not black like everyone else in the Seam) but the unique part is the tips. The tips of my hair is a gray color, no more like a silver. My eyes are gray like everyone else in the Seam. So picture a thin wolf with brown and silver hair. yep that's me. although recently ive been a little more fit than usual because the butcher seems to be doing really well. and now that i think of it my mom is healthyer to. plus you really cant go off any of this because like i said before i cant judge my self and i cant count on my mother to give an accurate description of me because shes my mom.
Oh and i completely forgot the best part of me the money maker , the creme de la creme, and the reason I've gotten food on several occasions my face. first off my cheeks are not necessarily bony but they stand out when I'm well fed. my jaw is strait and tapered i guess but not to much. my nose is normal except for my nostrils witch kinda are like a dogs. oh and the last noticeable things are my eyebrows. there solid brown unlike my hair and thick but not bushy and drawn inward ever so slightly toured the bridge of my nose i think you could call it.

What am i like? Well that's a well kept secret because no one talks to me and i really don't have friends. So this is the me everyone else knows. I'm very anti social and brooding. People have tried to talk to me but either i don't like them or i don't trust them. I'm an undesirable.

Now this is the real me. I'm very outgoing and fun. I have a lot of complexes though. I hate people who are to arrogant, I naturally don't like other guys, etc. I have very good smooth hands. I think its because I sometimes help the butcher to help feed my mom.

Now there's one event that shapes my life. And that's The Hunger Games. Ever since I was twelve and my mom told me she would end her life if I was chosen and i didn't make it. Ever since then I've burned off what minuscule fat i have into muscle. i practice my knife skills using a stick that fell over that stupid fence from a large oak near my house. I'm determined to not die if i get called. the one thing that keeps me up at night, the one thing that will be my end other than starving to death is i cant hurt, be mean, or, god forbid, kill a girl. i don't tell anyone this because it is a weakness.

I was born July 8th, 15 years ago. I was born with only my mom to take care of me because my dad died of suffocation. I don't remember the funeral or the medal but my mom was devastated and people say she hasn't been the same since. my mom and i live in District 12. here is a description of district twelve, poor and black.

I live in the Seam the poorest part of District 12. So I've never been full in my entire life. its a miracle my mom alone is alive let alone me. its so bad that like a lot of kids in the Seam I had to take out tesserae. so on July 8th and every year since I had to take out tesserae. right now ill have my name entered 15 times.

Right now I try to pull by with the on the side butcher job. My mom has a small job in the hob but we barely pull by as it is.
I don't have anyone I'm interested in of yet. and even if I did, they would never talk to me let alone date me. I don't know what it is about the women here but they don't really like guys. I know about our kids but I still want them. well I don't know its probably a guy thing.I spend a lot of my time at the hob, an old abandoned warehouse that they used to store coal in, and talk to the peacekeepers. but at the end of the day me and my mom just sit down and eat the bread made from the tesserae grain or sometimes we eat nothing at all and I go to bed hungry