Scarlette District 3

Tall as she was Scarlette was beautiful. Her thinness was stunning with just the touch of muscle in her arms and legs. The broadness of her shoulders gave away the fact that she was a swimmer. You could see the strength in her calves. The black marks on her hips, angel wings. Dreaming is my Reality between the wings, one tattoo. The beauty radiated off her. She was one of those people you would think was flawless.

Flawlessness was not her though. Her strategy was simple hide the ugly and be praised. That didn't happen how hard she tried. Wearing long sleeves, keeping her bangs in over left eye. The faded white scars from sleeping on streets and rolling over onto glass. The fighting creating the star scar on her upper left eye.

Her face was just as astonishing. The contrast of her greyish blue eyes with her pale skin. The small piercing on her lower right pink lip. The cascade of black flowing down to the middle of her back. With the strikes of silver and red twisting through her hair.

Her friends is whats most important now. She doesn't really care for animals. But her protection is number one, her that's it. Always going by her gut. No other then those she cared for opinion, they didn't matter.

Feisty is just the beginning. Let alone the fact that she snaps easily. Shes always dreaming and thinking. Always wanting to know what others are thinking. But fighting with others. Plotting with her mischievous brain against those that pissed her off.

Boys they were never an interest till later in her life. Hobbies, the ones she like could never be satisfied. Photography always on her mind, the camera she was never able to get. Filling the want with skills. Hiding , her favorite being able to go to her own world. Mixed Martial Arts a close second, with shooting at third. This is Scarlette.

Six year old Scarlette was with her Aunt and ten year old brother, Dorian when her parents we killed in a motorcycle crash. The funeral broke her, hiding in her room for months. Going on the live with her Aunt. For the year ahead her and her brother shared a room. Bonding with her brother. He was her new life source. Eleven the big number for the reaping and her Aunt dies from poisoning.

Going to the streets with her brother they survive while he sells illegal plants. Sleeping on the streets, in the trash. Standing side by side with Dorian at the reaping not ever being called. They trained for the Mixed Martial Arts. Meeting her best friends at the fights, Haley and Aiden. Only ever losing one fight, the one with Dorian. He left a star shaped scar on her upper left eye and regretted it. Fifteen came and past. Only for the day after to get the news of her brother dead at the scene of a riot shooting.

After the news Scarlette took off with her friends. Staying to her self trying to find a way to cope with the passing. Doing anything, finally finding weed. Her escape, it helped her focus on her fighting.

The year has passed , standing there at the reaping of her sixteenth birthday. Waiting patiently not to be called. Only to be called, but not alone. But with Aiden.

She's dyslexic , ADHD, and has a chemical in-balance in her brain. Fears are minimal down to the idea of reliving the death of her loved ones. Losing the ones she cares about.