Petal Priscus {Capitol} Finished!

Name: Petal Priscus
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: The Capitol
Appearance:

Gosh I wish I was bigger and older. Maybe then he'd notice me. My long gossimer hair normally draws lots of glares of jealousy. I don't even need wigs to make it look like its coifed exactly right. I just wash it and let it dry and it falls just right. Long, nearly down to my waist with blunt cut bangs past my eyebrow, my hair is the best part of my face. Sometimes if I'm feeling frisky and want him to notice me I'll dye it pink or orange, even blue if my mom says its okay. I have cartoon eyes is what my sister says. They look too big for my face like the pictures in our books. I can't help that they're so big its just that I want to see everything! I always seem to appear surprised. The irises of my eyes are a deep chocolate brown, like the fudge treats my mom buys. I try to use make up to have them look a little more normal, but with my heavy lids its hard to do anything about it. Maybe thats why he doesn't look at me like the other girls. Stupid eyes!

My nose is rather normal, a little too flat at the top, maybe when I'm older I'll get it fixed, but for now I'm just stuck with it. I don't really use lip stick on my lips either, but maybe I should since he likes the girls all dolled up, they're already pink as a rose petal and tiny and delicate. I think they look nice on me and are a good frame for my bell like voice. If my mouth was bigger and fuller than I'd probably have to speak louder to keep up with it. I want to be noticed but not for being a loudmouth!

Looking at my body you'd tease me for how out of proportion it is. My legs too long and gangley, my torso a little too short, and my feet...they're way too big for my body! I can't wait to grow out of this awkward stage. Maybe THATS why he doesn't like me. I'm too strange looking. Like a monkey you see at the circus! My clothes do a decent job at covering up some of the flaws, I wear short skirts that make my sister mad, but it makes me look more mature I think. I don't care if she say I look like I"m wearing clothes made for someone much older, its the only way I can get him to notice me.

Personality:

Personality:I like to think I'm a lot of fun to be around, like one of the girls you see in the magazines with all the friends! You know the girls that have all the great clothes and cute boys and...well I guess I'm not like them. Minus the clothes. I love to find the most creative outfits to wear when I went out...out without out my parents that is. I guess you could say I'm a big follower. I don't want people not to like me so I do what it takes to make them happy.

My sister says I try too hard, but I think thats just because she doesn't want me to hang out with her and her friends. He's her friend and I hate it. I want him to be mine! I have a jealousy streak a mile wide and most of it comes from being the littlest. I want to be smart and strong and beautiful like my sister, but instead I'm just a little duckling following her around. Most the time she makes me leave her alone but I still follow after her anyway, sneaking up on her friends at the most inoppertune time.

I'm a really sweet girl though, naive and trusting. If someone tells me to do something I'll do it as fast as I can without even thinking if its safe or legal. I just want people to like me so bad it hurts! Sometimes I don't even really know who I am because I mold myself into whatever people what me to be. I hope that inside I am a real person, instead of whatever the wind makes me that day.

I know I really like clothes and the color pink, but not bright pink pale pink...and I like sweets too.

History:

History:
Too little, too small, too young...my whole life I always felt this way. My older sister was the pretty one, the smart one, the bigger one...I was just there. My whole life even though we lived in the Capitol and I was cute as a doll my mother always liked my sister better. She always was faster to do things, quicker to pick up on cognative things, just all around better. So I was always second best, even as a toddler I learned that sister came first, then me. She got the good clothes, I got the left overs. She got first dibs on everything! My mom always even paid attention to her first if I was the one hurt, like when she whacked me in the fact with a shoe and I got a black eye. Sis cried and I got ignored.

When we started school I was always "the younger one", people never even learned my name just that I was younger than my sister. I hated it, but I noticed that if I followed them around they'd tell me to do things, stupid things, but at least they were talking to me. I'd jumped off the roof of the local market once, I broke my leg, but the kids though it was funny. I was 10. My mother was irrate she told me I needed to grow up. Another time I rearranged all the shoes in a local store so they didn't match the mate, it took a few times but it was so funny that my sister even told me good job! From then on, I'd do anything if you dared me too. I guess you could say I'm brave...brave or stupid, either way it makes people pay attention!

Now I have decided that its fun to try to fit in, the older kids pay attention and treat me like I am actually cool to be around. I didn't mind the stupid things we did till I met him...he makes me want to ACTUALLY be cool. A year ago I saw him walking with my sister and since then I've done everything to get his attention...and I don't even know his name, just that his smile makes me melt. So now here I am, 15 years old and in love with a boy who doesn't even know I exist! Hopefully getting to hang out with my sisters new crew will get him to know that I'm around. [/blockquote]Codeword: Hey Odair you are!
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