[District 3] Isabelline Caspers

My name is Isabelline Alexandria Caspers, though I think it sounds a bit stupid. Isabelle, like my mother's name, is much simpler and nicer-sounding, plus it's three syllables. Three is my lucky number. Most people call me Izzy, except my parents. I am a fifteen-year-old girl in District 3, and I look a lot like the rest of the crowd. My hair is fuzzy blue-black, and though it is straight I get a few floating hairs. I have very pale skin with no freckles. My nose is thin and small, and very pretty. You mightn't think that of a nose, but you just take a look. Ain't it pretty? The rest of my face doesn't have as much to say. My eyes are large and almond-shaped. The color is like a blue diamond, with white crystals running around. You wouldn't see that often though, for I keep my eyes fixed on the ground most of the time. My eyelashes are are medium length, and curl upwards in a way only capitolites would like. My lips are very pink and a bit thick. They are most often in a frown, and don't open often. My ears are small and pointed, like an elf's, and I keep my hair over them to avoid comment. My head is a perfect oval, hiding any points my jaw or chin would ever give.

I am very gaunt and short, with little muscle to speak of. My legs are long, but my knees are knobby and scabbed. I have very pointy elbows. My hands are rather pretty though. Thin, but still soft and smooth. Very quick, and flexible as well. I usually wear a black sweater over a dark blue shirt, and a long, dark-blue skirt. I don't wear shoes, finding them uncomfortable. On reaping days, I reluctantly wear a light blue and white dress. I usually get out of it in two seconds afterwards. You can see I'm very into dark colors.

I'm a shy person naturally, but once I get to know you I'll be very clingy. I am easily startled, a bit of a fraidy-cat. I can be very easily manipulated. Now, I also have a few good sides. I am very honest, and won't lie to you, but I can keep your secrets safe if you just ask. I can be very sneaky if I put my mind to it, which is what mainly keeps my family alive. I only steal what is really needed. I can be very tolerant, but after the thousandth time beware - I might just kill you.

My favorite color is black, because I find it comforting. One of my hobbies is sewing, and every now and then someone will pay me to fix something. Other than that, I don't do it all the time. Most of my time is actually spent running around trying to find things so I don't have to steal them. My older brother Greg and I sometimes go into the woods, but he is doing it less and less. When I grow up, I think I might want to be a teacher. I'm very smart.

I have a bit of an awkward relationship with my family. My brother Greg moved out a few years ago, but he is closest to me. My sisters Lilly and Penny and both eighteen and don't talk to me much. My mother is, well, crazy, but my sisters take care of her and don't let me near her as though I'm going to hurt her. (Honestly, I don't think I could hurt her) My father is at work all the time, though he never brings money home and I'm beginning to doubt he even has a job. I don't really have many friends, except one, her name is Zoey. We sit together at lunch and whatnot.

I was the fourth child born to Isabelle and Saodine Caspers. My name came from a combination of theirs, and even my siblings liked it. Greg was the one who played with me and taught me things, and for a while my sisters did attempt to help. My first day of school was scary, and I peed my pants on the playground. So of course, being little kids, they tried to get me to do it again. I remember my kindergarten and first grade years begging the teacher to let me stay inside. It's amazing how cruel little kids can be.

When I was seven, I started following Greg whenever he left the house. Eventually I saw how he stole and found things under benches. It interested me so much I asked him to show me how. Another time, on my tenth birthday, he gave me new clothes. They were dark colors, like what I have now, but even then I adored them. My mother had another baby that year, named Max, but he died that winter from hunger. I used to want a child, but now I'm doubting that decision.

School still holds the problem of humiliation for me, but my grades are good so I'm happy. At lunch last month, Zoey got me into a conversation, which was pretty rare. We were talking about the Games, the tributes, how people were reacting. The conversation chilled me, and after I tried to forget it. Lately the Games have been on my mind a lot, and for the first time I can remember, I think I might be fearing them.