Beatie Zaiden - District Seven

If one were to search a crowd of people, all hustling and bustling and doing what a crowd of people would normally do, one would not easily find Beatie. If one were to look at all the children during the day of the reaping with all the faces of children contorted with fear and on occasion pleasure or relaxation, Beatie would not stick out. First of all, she's shorter than the average thirteen year old at a height of 4'7. And, she's always been this petite figured, slim girl who looks like she must at least be fourteen which, isn't quite a jump forward, but at least it's better than her looking three years younger or something relatively close to that. Ever since she was a little girl, she grew up sitting in the front of her classes because she couldn't see in the back.

She was the type of little girl who would constantly be teased for her height, or she would look up at people wondering why she couldn't be as tall as them. Being such a short-stack puts a nice balance on Beaties weight. At about 87 pounds, Beatie is rather exaggeratedly skinny. Most thirteen year olds her age can afford food, and Beatie can too it's just her metabolism is quite strange, working at a very high rate.

Usually, when someone actually does notice Beatie, they seem to notice the almost unusual length of her hair. Slipping down, between her shoulder blades and spilling over her thin shoulders, is her tanned, sun-kissed, tree bark coloured hair, which she's quite fond of. Curling gently on the inside, it becomes to sort of a wavy pattern, neck down. The only problem Beatie ever finds with her hair is A. Frizz and B. Bedhead. Waking up with bedhead is among one of her pet peeves. As a young girl, she had full out bangs but, eventually, she got tired of her bangs growing so long into her eyes time and again, she grew them out and pushed them to the side. Now, her bangs act as a sort of rounding to her face, molding out the shape of her head.

Her head is actually sort of an oval, like most other heads. Only, unlike most people, she has no flatteringly high cheek bones, nor does she have any satisfying traits of her face. A clump of freckles scattered over her cheeks which have yet to flesh out and lose what baby fat they have still. Imperfections and flaws that always kind of nab at Beatie. Like how she'll never have a "ski-jump nose" as her mother had once said, sliding her finger down the bridge of Roseaya's and gently flicking her finger off at the end, as if to show someone flying off a jump of some sort. Beaties nose was flat at the tip and mildly thick on the way down.

So much for looks, Beatie had long given up in that class. Oh, the way she used to stare at herself in a mirror as a young girl, pointing out imperfections and flaws to herself. The way her earlobes were just a bit too big for her own satisfaction and, the way he ears made her feel selfconcious when ever she would tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear, fearing that they looked elf-ish. The way her pink lips were thin, unless pursed, and the stange catapillars or so she liked to call them that had crawled up over her eyes and named themselves as eyebrows. They were short, in a sense, but horizontally long and too hairy for her tastes. Why couldn't she have perfect eyebrows like her sister? Was that all too much to ask for?

Apparently so.

Even if she has a slim a delicate work of a body, that still means she has little habits. She bits her nails when she's nervous, it's her way of trimming her nails is what she says when people ask. She isn't aware that might disgust some people. Truly, she's never had long beautiful nails, just short stubby ones. She grinds her teeth at night, during a nightmare. If she's dreaming up something terrible, she'll start grinding her teeth loudly. The worst thing she does, in her opinion is blink. If she's lying, frightenened, or panicking or heaven knows what's going on, she will blink ridiculously fast. Blink, blink... Blink, blink, blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink. She resents this habit more than people guess.

Poinephobia. Beatie suffers from Poinephobia to the extent that any form of punishment will make her go off her rocker. Poinephobia is the fear of punishment, which in Beaties case, makes a lot of sense seeing at the harshness of her backround. For one thing, even some of the smallest punishment, like ignoring her will make her hands a little sweaty, her breathing a little heavier and her body a little shiftier. It creeps up inside her and makes her heart stop for a moment, she is terrified of being ignored due to the painful memories it brings up. Sometimes, it's just a mindless thing like crying suddenly. Depending on how bad, she may just throw a tantrum.

For a thirteen year old, she's pretty emotionless, never showing her fears until she can't help it anymore. Usually she has the same look on her face. Neutral, to the point only her blinking can really explain just what she's thinking. She really doesn't like people guessing what she's thinking.

Beatie is very stubborn, not giving into anything she doesn't feel like giving in to. She refuses to tell the truth, usually no matter what's going on around her. She can be stubborn to the point that people just get fed up with her and leave. She's usually very stubborn about winning, seeing as she's very competitive. As a very little girl, if she knew she wouldn't win, she wouldn't play. Therefore, she missed out on many things. She hates losing, to her it's around the same as punishment. Embaressment is just the same, she hates it.

From as far back as she can remember, Beatie has always been lonely. She never wanted to be alone but feeling lonesom seemed to stay with her wherever she went. Sitting at the end of the lunch table, where no kids dared venture. Beatie would glance over at the group of laughing kids while she ate her lunch, silently reading. Usually she would just sit with the teacher, to make up for the smallest of punishment from ignoration she recieved. The loneliness awoken a rather adventurous side of Beatie, giving her the urge to go out and explore or do something new whenever she has the chance.

Beatie hates her sister. After years of living with her, watching Roseaya accomplish what she has, it just makes sense to hate her. Roseaya doesn't talk to Beatie and Beatie ignores Roseaya. Really, they never even see each other anymore. It's only become natural at this point. Beatie doesn't even care why she hates Roseaya anymore, she just finds any means to turn on her older sister. It's mostly jealousy at this point. Jealousy for always being better child, the more respected.