Mable McKoy ~District 7~ Finished
May 17, 2012 19:10:08 GMT -5
Post by Tharmora on May 17, 2012 19:10:08 GMT -5
AKA "Mable"
{ { M a b l e M c K o y } }
Female Age 16 District 7
...my appearance...
I hear the quiet now
Of paper airplanes falling down
>>Due to the line of work I complete, I'm quite skinny with light muscle. That muscle is about enough to lift body weight and not much else, so I would not call myself strong nor weak. I have some height though, since I stand at about five foot eight inches. My legs are what give me that height. I do not have very broad shoulders either, so I tend to feel smaller than I really am. Sometimes being outside all day can be very annoying. If you had pale skin like mine you would understand. Times like right now where I have a slight tan aren't so bad. When the sun is beating down on you a sunburn is hard to bypass. My sunburns give me freckles all over my shoulders and face. I don't mind though, I like them.The branches of every tree
Bend like a cathedral over me>>My father always tells me that my long, red hair is just like my mothers. I guess that means she had straight, flat hair too. Somehow I find it hard to believe hers reached down to the middle of her back though, but who knows, maybe it is exactly like hers. Sometimes I wonder if she had matching red, thin eyebrows like mine too. Either way I like to keep down except for special occasions. For family celebrations I like to curl it, or even put it in a braid on top of my head.Down where the river bends,
everyone's waiting>>Even if I have my mothers hair, I know I have my fathers almond brown eyes. They both go quite nicely with my rounded face. My cheeks are not sharp at all, you could say there's still some baby fat on them. I have lovely little lips if I do say so myself. They also happen to be a peachy color hiding my slightly crooked teeth.But that's not the reason
I'm making these tracks in the snow>>I tend to wear a pair of jeans with leather boots. I top those off with a light windbreaker and your average t-shirt. That's not the case when it comes to the reaping, however. For the reaping I wear one of my mothers old, purple dresses. My father always said it was her favorite and she wanted to give it to her first born daughter. The dress reaches to about my knees with an intricate lacy design on its hem. Those tatty leather boots I wear also get exchanged for a pair of flat black shoes to compliment the dress better. For a beautiful ensemble, I also curl my hair and pin some of it back.There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you
...my personality...
There's a choir upon the wind
Singing old familiar hymns
>>Throughout my childhood, I was never one to be alone. I was always trying to find new friends once school started. Making friends can sometimes be a challenge, but challenges are what make life thrilling. Perhaps I only feel that way since I've had to keep up with my two brothers all my life. Either way, challenges are what keeps me alert. After all, everything in life can be viewed as a challenge.And my ears they're playing tricks on me
I can almost hear harmony>>How often do you go into the forest? Me, you ask? All the time, and not just because it's my job to cut trees down. The forest is like a maze full of life and new experiences, I spend a lot of my free time there. When I'm stuck in the classroom for school I imagine being outside finding new secrets in the trees. School isn't all bad though, I enjoy learning unlike some people. Our lessons are a bit repetitive now since every year we learn a little more about District 7.Down where the river bends,
that's where you'r waiting>>I believe there is always hope, even if your pitted in the arena of the dreaded Hunger Games. You don't have to be strongest, fastest, or smartest person in the arena to win as long as you have the will. Those capital kids though, I'd like to see them tangle with kids from the districts. Any one of us could show them a thing or two about living. That will never happen though since everyone in the capital is 'better' than us. When I watch the games, I wish I could see the capital burn.You are the reason
I'm making these tracks in the snow>>People's reactions towards me go either way. I'm either loved, or hated. Some people have called me modest and nice, while others call me mean. My family has never once said anything bad about, nor have my friends. Teachers on the other hand, few like me while others say I need to calm down in class. None have ever failed me though, they will not deny I'm smart.There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you
...my history...
Down where the river bends,
nobodies waiting
>>The day I came into this world sixteen years ago, my mother died. She died giving birth to me, I guess it was just a high risk pregnancy since I was never told otherwise. My father never let that hold him back though, he always worked hard to take care of my brothers and I. When I was almost five years old we planted a cherry blossom tree in our back yard to remember her by. Now a days it's taller than me and leaves it's beautiful pink petals to litter the ground. Each year, my brothers and I will pick it's cherries and my father uses them to make a pie.But there's still a reason
I'm making these tracks in the snow>>When I was ten, my father gave me a present. Eagerly opening it, I found a small golden locket in the bottom of the box. I looked up at him with a questioning glance and my father told me it had been my mothers. I opened the locket to find a picture of my mother and father, and beside it one of my brothers and I. That locket is the only tie I have to my mother and to this day, I have not taken it off since I got it.Down at the end of the road>>I have to admit, I think my family is pretty amazing. We've done well taking care of each other without my mom around. Only growing in a house full of men can be pretty rough at times. Well I guess it also helps build character. Don't get me wrong, I love my two brothers and don't know what I would do without my dad. My brothers were always pushing me to do better when I was younger. I constantly had to keep up with them to win their approval. Their pushing helped pull my whole family together though. Since I was able to keep up with them I was viewed as an equal, we all were. It made our arguments end in fits of laughter, or a new challenge to settle the tides.I'll clear a place in the snow>>If I'm truly honest with myself, I would tell you I have no bad memories associated with the Hunger Games. That's not the case though, even if I've never lost a loved one to them. The games always bothered me for as long as I can remember. I remember crying while watching my first games at age four. Watching the kids kill each other, it was horrible and I could not understand why it was happening. Every year after that, and even now I cry every time I watch them.Leave this box wrapped
in scarlet and gold
For you
Codeword: Odair
