Callista Bauer ∞ District 4 (FINISHED)

Emerald Green

It was January 31, and a huge storm covered most parts of District 4. It was that day that I was born inside my grandparents’ house. My mom always told me that when I was born, and she saw me for the first time, she immediately fell in love with me. She said I could perfectly fit in my father’s bare hand. She said that I was so tiny I could get lost inside the laundry. She named me Callista, which in ancient Greek meant “most beautiful”. My dad wanted to name me Clemence, and I’m starting to feel glad he didn’t name me that.
I started talking when I was about a year old. My mom told me that I never spoke like a baby, and that I always spoke loud and clear. She would be disappointed that know I don’t even utter a single word. I learned how to swim before I learned how to walk. My dad wanted me to become a fisher like him, and he told my mom how important it was for me to learn how to swim as soon as possible.
My mom taught me how to sing when I was three. She taught me simple lullaby songs first and when I started growing up, she increased the difficulty of the songs she taught me. She even wrote a book with hundreds of songs for me to learn when I grew up. I would give anything in this world to hear her sing again.
I was nine years old when my parents died in a fishing accident. They were both one of the best fishers around town, and their death was mourned my many. It completely devastated me. I had to move out of my house and into my grandparents’ so they could take care of me, and so that the Capitol wouldn’t take me away from home and into an Orphanage.
I was depressed for three years straight. I was afraid to swim, and I used to harm myself, but I stopped. My Nana was always there for me when I needed her the most and I realized that she wouldn’t be there for long, so I stopped for her and for me. I decided to quit being a weakling, and start to put up a strong façade. It actually worked.
I turned into a completely different person. I started to sing again, to talk again, to dance again, and to go to school again. I even started swimming. My dad once told me that everything happens for a reason, it doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. I believe my parent’s death was meant to be. It helped me find myself all over again make me a more independent woman.
I still miss them like hell, and sometimes I cry to the sky for them, asking why they took them from me when I needed them the most. But I know that they won’t come back. I know that I am the one who has to make the most out of their life, so when I die and see them again, they will be proud of me for something.
I got closer to my grandparents. Nana taught me how to make a fishing net, along with complicated knots. My grandfather taught me how to mold iron, and copper. He taught me how to use a spear and a trident. He also taught me how to fish propetly (I swear if District 4’s food supplies had depended on me before, they would all had starved sooned or later).
I became a different person. I finally became me.