Apple Simmons D11--FINISHED

"A redhead in District 11? Really?" People would would question as Apple's hair would come into view. It wasn't so much red as it was a fiery ginger color that she could only guess was inherited from her bastard of a father. Long and thick it fell down past her shoulders, cut in thick blunt bangs that brushed her barely there eyelashes. Her arms were long gangly and she had a hard to hide height of 6 feet tall. Her lips puffy and broad, perpetually dry and cracked due to constant licking. What a terrible habit my mother says. With her front teeth slightly larger than the rest, it serves her nick name, bunny rabbit, quite well.

Freckles cover every inch of her body, and after spending time in the vineyards they are even brighter and more obvious. Almost like her skin is actually the shade of the pumpkins with white flecks spackled across.. Apple's nose is small and angular and set directly between her bright green eyes. The green wasn't exactly bright like grass after a rain or the grapes she spends hours picking, but more like the leaves of kale that they sometimes are lucky enough to get for a trade with the neighbors. Just like my mothers.

Apple is one of the girls who would rather sit in the rows upon rows of grapes, watching the sun set or rise in front of her, instead of chasing whims through the breeze. Instead of trying to make friends and others she stays home caring for her mother. Isn't that what you do when your mother is pushing 60 years old? Isn't that what a good daughter does? Her disinterest in her peers was sometimes thought of as being bitchy or rude. In all fairness, she was just awkward and unsure of herself.

Growing up the bastard child of a Peace Keeper who knocked up a woman over 40 wasn't exactly the start that most kids would want. At least her mother was semi well off in the District being that she was trained from a young age in oenology. Generation after generation of the Simmons had worked on the vineyard on the edges of District 11, it was all branded with the Capitol logo, but those who knew could taste the Simmons touch. The delicate balance of the chemistry to create just the right tastes was something that Apple's math abilities helped with.

Spending her days wandering the large expanse, trying to absorb all the land has to offer. She often finds herself lost in the turns and twists trying to make sense of how she ended up so very odd. Her mother said it was just her way off dealing with the Simmons shyness, her teachers tried to say it was from reading one too many books, but deep down Apple knew it was just her way of heading of the fear of everything around her. Fear of losing people that she might care about, fear of letting people know that she was the wasted seed of a man who didn't even care. You only spend 20 years as a Peace Keeper...so where is he now.