{Ariana Danica Sheridan} {District 1} {Finished}

Ariana Danica Sheridan

Creepin' it up in here. My full name is Ariana Danica Sheridan. I am female. I am seventeen. I live in District One. I am straight. I work at and gigs I can get. My favorite colors are Butterscotch, Cornbread, Macadamia, Briggs Bathroom, and Grape Jelly Bean.

Appearance

Long, dark chocolate curls spiral down on all sides of my head. They end about half way between my shoulders and elbows, just as they always have. I normally keep my hair natural, for I really like it as the way it is. People always tell me to act natural, so I figured, why not look natural? My hair doesn't look good straight anyways, so I suppose it works out. My part is towards the far left side of my head, which allows my bangs to fall over to the right in a bundle of curls.

My hair usually has a messy appearance, which means I have to brush it out and blow-dry it multiple times before it looks decent. I've been told that I get it from my mom. I'm not sure if that's a god thing or a bad thing. Even though it would probably look less messier up, I always wear my hair down.

My eyebrows are pretty thick for a girl. Add that with their dark color, and they are a monstrosity. My mom won't let me get them waxed, though. People tell me they are jealous of my eyebrows, but I don't see it. The only thing that makes them appear thinner is the arches right above the far corners of my eyes.

Below my eyebrows are two round eyes that have an odd color. Most people would call it hazel, but it's a little more green than brown. I think if you held up an olive next to my eye, that's what color they would be. They would match that awkward shade of green the olive is. I'm not sure where that color came from, for both of my parents have dark brown eyes.

My nose is nothing special. It long and thin and small at the bottom. I guess you could call it a "cute-as-a-button nose." Below my nose are small, plump lips. Their color is the same as any pair of lips; they are a shade of light pink. My lips don't chap easily and they are normally soft. My mom used to joke around when I was younger and tell me they were "kissing lips."

My skin is a very pale color; it's on the borderline of cream and actual white. I usually decorate the skin on my face with makeup, to make my skin look more attractive. I coat my eyelashes in thick, black mascara and paint my eyelids with dark shades of eye shadow. I normally coat my lips with gloss and brush my cheeks with blush. There's a secret behind the blush though. Normally hidden by my bangs and the blush is a large ovalish mark that begins in the middle of my right cheek, wraps around my ear, and trails a little bit to the back of my neck. My parents say it's from birth, but I don't believe it.

Attached to rounded shoulders are my relatively short arms. My arms are average in size. They aren't toned from hours of working out, nor are they made of flab from eating large quantities of food. My fingers are just the same; short and average, they are neither pinched or plump. My nails at the ends of my fingers are embarrassing. I usually end up chewing them to nubs despite how hard I try not to.

Fastened to my torso are equally short legs. Identical to my arms, my legs aren't muscled, nor are they built entirely of fat. I'm pretty short for my age. I'm only 5'3", and I weigh about 115 pounds. I'm normal weight for somebody my height. I'm not underfed, nor am I overfed.

My closet is jam-packed with clothes. I have more blouses and tank tops more than I have t-shirts. I'm a very girly girl. I have many dresses and skirts, but I have an equal amount of skinny jeans. In a separate section of my closet is a large collection of jewelry. I have a plethora of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings in there.

Tossed all throughout my room are my shoes. I have any kind of style of shoes possible. I have dressy shoes, such as flats, heels and heeled boots. I have a good amount of "tennis shoes" as well. My parents always wonder why I bother about having such a variety of shoes. They tell me my clothes don't define me. Obviously they have never been to high school, because in high school, your clothes do define you.

Personality

I don't try to, but I'm a really sweet person. I think when I was born, I was given the nice and sweet gene. It helps me make friends, being nice and friendly and all, but of course I have a few people that despise me because I have a better personality. I've always been nice and sweet and friendly to the point where the nickname 'sweet pea' actually fits, except I'm not a pea. Having a good personality has always brought on name-calling though. I've been called names such as "daddy's little princess" and "teacher's pet" and on and on. It inspires me though, actually.

I love to sing, and thus I love writing songs. I write and sing about all sorts of things. I write about the mean people at my school, boys, anything, really. It comes naturally to me. Of course, not many people have ever heard me sing. I've competed in a few secret singing competitions, but I never managed to take anything home with me. Sometimes when I help my mom clean the house, I'll go around and sing while I dust. The people who have heard me sing tell me I have a beautiful voice.

I'm not very athletic, thus I don't really like training for career. My parents make me go to training anyways, but I always slip my instructor a twenty and leave. I don't like training to be a career because it's like training for your death, unless you miraculously survive. Considering the amount of victors from our district in the past few games, that isn't very likely, especially if you're a guy.

If the games were more mental than physical and luck, I might be able to win. I'm pretty smart, I guess. I usually have either a B or A average in my classes. I don't study at all. I think I'm that kind of person who sops up information and stores it for later. I don't have photographic memory, though. Most people try to convince me that's why I always do so good in school.

Even though I have a lot of friends, I'm kinda lonely. I don't have much in common with most of them, so I sometimes keep to myself. I'm not terribly popular, but I'm not a nobody either. I do have a group of singing friends, but we don't talk much. We like to get together at one of our houses and sing together or alone.

I'm not a shy person, if that's what you're thinking. I'm very outgoing, actually. I just can't find people I'm compatible with. I have a handful of friends that I'm compatible with, but other than that, I don't. I try not to convince myself that I have trouble talking to people.

It might be because I've always been an only child. It's always been just my, my mom, and my dad. Our small family gets along pretty well, but then again, we normally try to avoid each other.
My dad is always at work, and I'm always at school and "training." My mom usually stays at home, and that's how we like it. That's how it works.

I have a good life; I'm very satisfied with it. I'm always happy and I always try to have a positive attitude. I try to live my life to the fullest because you never know when you're life will end. Especially if you're a teen, you're life could be taken away from you in seconds. I don't dwell too much on the past or try to hard for the future, for yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present.

History

My whole life I've been an only child, and because of this, I've always been spoiled. Ever since I was little, I was spoiled rotten. My parents would buy ridiculously expensive baby outfits and toys that would be tossed in four months. I never really understood why they wasted so much money on me at such a young age, even if we live in One. Other than being spoiled so much, I only remember a few things from when I was young. I remember my parents always having a grim look on their faces when they were home, whenever that was.

Back then, both of my parents worked. I was left home with strange teens for hours on end. I never could cheer them up with my giggling and other toddler antics. They always seemed to hide behind a mask of depression for a few years. I never knew the story until now, when I forced it out of them.

A long time ago, a really long time I must say, they had a son. He was reaped when he was seventeen, and he was killed at some point. They were so excited that their son had been reaped. He had been training for a really long time, and now it had finally paid off. Later that evening, my parents threw a party. They got drunk and well... that's how I came to be. They didn't my mom was pregnant until the games were over.

They were glad to bring another child into the world, but they still mourned and yearned for their son they would never get back. They had spoiled him twice as much as they spoiled me. When he was in the games, they were his biggest sponsors, giving him enough money to receive a gift every day he was in the games.

I don't know how long he lasted. Nobody ever really likes to talk about it. I suppose whenever there isn't a live Game on, I could try to find reruns of old games. Nobody will even tell me his name. All I know is I'm looking for a Sheridan.

Either way, it only took a few years for them to get over it. By the time I could walk on my own, they were happy as clams. They seemed to short my amount of gifts at that age, but only so my mother could quit her job. Soon, my father was raking in tons of money, and I was back to being spoiled once more. I never really cared either way. I was so young that I never realized that I could get anything I ever wanted and more.

When I was in elementary school, I was that lonely girl who sat on the swing set by herself during recess every day. I would my hair in little pigtails and I would be in a little pink dress sitting all alone. I had to go to counseling, even though I was little. I was trapped in an "unbreakable shell." The lady there helped me to be more social. I began to make more and more friends to the point where I could be considered "popular."

I had a good life in middle school for about a year. I began to slip away once more. I realized I didn't need all the friends I had, so I brushed them away. I never really cared. I was satisfied with the friends I had and the life I had. I began to sing when I became more me.

I would sing wherever I went at any time. People always told me how lovely my voice was and how it would be such a shame if I was reaped. I thought about that for a while, and that's how I discovered the secret competitions. I won one once, but I didn't win anything. Nobody really knew outside of the group.

My family has never heard me sing though. I'm always embarrassed they won't approve. I've always been perfect to them, and if I did something that wasn't normal for the family, they wouldn't approve. All the women in my family tree have always been jewelers, and that's pretty much my fate. Therefore, I have to sneak around whenever I'm with my singing friends or doing anything that involves singing.

If my parents found out about me singing, they would probably just pay me to stop doing it. That's all life is to my parents. Money. That's all I am to my parents. Money. Everything to them is money.

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