{ CHALICE FOSTER * DISTRICT 04

^{It's dreaded to know that I'm just like everyone else from around here. Half of the time I smell like fish -- not just any fish, salmon to be exact} and there is nothing I can do about it. I mean, the smell gets more intense when I haven't showered after a long day of fishing, but it especially gets in my hair. I mean, seriously, my dark blonde waves can stink from the crown to the waist on late afternoons before my mother makes me hit the ladies' shower with my older sister. I mean, I don't shower with my sister, we have curtains in the backyard that separate the stalls -- like a bathroom and such.

[/color] I stand at a short, but steady five foot three -- steady, really, Chalice? More like clumsy. Remember the last time you tried to walk in a straight line? You ended up in the neighbor's garden. and weigh about one hundred and eight pounds. I know I'm thin, but the protein from the fish gives me some tone Yea right. and muscles. My appearance is pretty plain and simple. I have dark blonde hair, blue eyes and slightly tanned skin? Yea. My features -- are they like everyone else's? Of course not.

Similarities or not, I'm different. My eyes never shine the same color blue as anyone else's and my hair only matches the shade of the bee's honey. My shape never matches that of another girl's and my face isn't shaped like any other person's -- well, maybe no one other than my mother's. I mean I got it from her and all. Maybe the hair and eyes share similarities with those of the people of the district, but I'm different -- I'm me. My hands are too small, my feet are too wide and my eyes are too close together. I'm not perfect, but perfectly imperfect.

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<sup>So I’ve always been told that I’m the quiet one of the group at school, or that I don’t seem to care much about anything except getting a good education. It’s actually true though – I don’t spend my time making sure my hair part is perfect, or that my legs are shaved before I go to bed each night. I prefer to worship my time of learning while I can, because I know I’ll never need it in the future. My belief system is very strict when it comes to my future. I’m going to run my family’s fishing shop and company, own the boat and spend my weekdays out on the water. Like most of the children around here, I enjoy the wide open waters that surround the side of the district where I live. When the girls at school ask what my favorite outfit is, I can only answer with a smile when I say, "My favorite outfit is a light op, jeans and fishing boots. Giver or take the hat that matches it.” When things like this leave my mouth, the reaction and the faces of the girls crack me up.

When I was younger, my brother used to stay I was a girl with a boy’s spirit. At first, I would take it with offense, but soon enough, I found out it was true. Messing with the girls like the other boys at school became a regular thing, and I was considered ‘one of the guys’ by the male population. Now that I think about it, I haven’t really been into romance -- dating a guy that is in your general “group” is hard, especially because I hang with a few attractive dudes. All in all, I guess I haven’t fund my true potential in life, but I’m sure I have some time left to figure out who I am supposed to be.</sup>

<sup>Okay, so my story may seem as every other's at the moment, but wait -- it gets more interesting -- if you're into blood and gory and all that jazz as the story continues. My mother -- well, technically my half-aunt met my father at a fishing contest n district four. Each found out they had a similar story technically it was the same story which consisted of them losing a parent. The strange thing was that they didn't know that their parents had been married once, and that my mother was his half-sister if that made any sense. So, they got married and all of the mushy stuff, and soon enough, I popped into the world via stork.. -- or so I was told. So, as a child I spent most of the time with my older brother, Junior, fishing in the small lake next to my house. My usual schedule included waking up, eating, drinking, fishing, mud fights, dinner and sleep -- except for the days when it rained. Those days were the worst. No fun or anything. See the pattern? No? Well, anyways, my life changed when I turned ten years old. It was a normal day in district four -- there was not a cloud in sight, the weather was warm and humid and the water was full of swimming fish.

When my brother and I made our way out to sea, something strange happened. The clouds began to move in, and the next thing I knew our small ship was being rocked back and forth by the heated waves -- trust me, it wasn't pretty whatsoever. Our boat began crashing into the ten foot waves coming from the distant ocean, and it caused out ship to turn over! I was all like "what now?" Luckily, I had time to grab onto the side of the deck, but my brother got pushed down by the heavy planks of wood that made our ship complete. My memory and vision was clouded by the time, and I sort of blacked out on a floating piece of drifting wood. When I woke up, I was home in bed with my parents surrounding me. Let me remind you I was only ten at the moment, so I was still oblivious to the fact my brother wasn't coming back. There was a stage of anger, denial and finally fear of the great open waters. It took months before I even touched my toe into the shallow areas of the ocean, and it was a big accomplishment at the time.</sup>