Freddy Madlock District 4 (Finished)

I am 5'10, I have a brawny build and I weigh 160 pounds.

I have short dark black hair that I keep ruffled and unkempt. My daily routine for my hair includes waking up, taking a shower, running one hand through it, and scratching a few flakes of dandruff out of it a couple of times throughout my day. People tell me that my hair gives me an "I couldn't care less" look.

My eyes are dark green and when I yawn they water a little. I hate this because anytime I go to wipe them, I that people must think that I'm crying. It's ironic because I don't cry very often, well at least not anymore.

My nose flares out a little at the nostrils which gives it one defining quality. It doesn't make my nose look fat, instead my parents tell me that it makes me look clever.

My mouth is naturally shaped into a slight frown and my bottom lip is slightly bigger than my top lip.

I wear lots of hoodies and long sleeve shirts, and I usually pair them with dark colored jeans or occasionally a pair of bright colored pants.

I am talented at using a spear and I can expertly hit any target with it. I have to rely on my speed instead of strength, and I move as quick as lightning in a fight. I'm not as big as some of the careers and I have to rely on my speed with my spear to compete.

I am pretty quiet. I used to be extroverted and I had lots of friends, but that was before she died, and after that everything changed. Now I'm reserved, I sit in the back of my classrooms and I don't say much to anyone. Every day is a quiet routine that ends after my nightly training sessions and then begins again when my morning ones begin. I don't have friends anymore. Friends are distractions. My life is only training.

I don't want friends or anyone to talk to, I just want to leave a permanent mark on this god forsaken world before I die just like she did. If that means I have to train incessantly to win the Hunger Games, then so be it. I will do whatever it takes.

I used to be funny, back when I had friends to say funny things to. I used to be kind and gentle too. Or at least I think I used to be. It's hard to remember what I used to be like. All I can think is of what I've become, a mindless career. A mindless career who resents weakness and hates himself when he dares to show any. A mindless career who's only goal is to kill 23 other teenagers in some arena far away from my home. A mindless career with no one to love. A mindless career who no one loves.

I was born into the rich Madlock family of District 4. My father, Richard Madlock oversees a large portion of the fishing community and makes a fair amount of profit from it. I used to have a sister, Kailey. Being from a rich family from district 4 my parents expected us both to train as careers.

Me and my sister were close and we did everything together especially training. We were a team and only one year apart. We both were expected to enter the games when we turned 18 and we were supposed to win consecutive years. The glory of siblings winning consecutive years would be insurmountable. Our family would forever be known. We were very well liked in the district and we had lots of friends who would train with us. All of the dreams of fame and popularity ended after that day at the beach.

I had been 16 when me and Kailey had decided to go swimming at the beach near our house. It was good training if our arena happened to be aquatic. We had skipped school. So it had just been us. The current was abnormally strong that day and it was storming pretty hard, but that didn't hinder us, we were careers. She was more daring than I was, she kept going farther and farther out. I had decided to go back to the shore. The current and the size of the waves had made me nervous. I had started to shout for her to come back, That's when it all went wrong.

It was hard to see because of the heavy fog and dense rain, but I could still make her out. I hadn't liked that she was still in the water, so I shouted for her to come back. She didn't answer me, she just kept swimming. She didn't stop until the she saw the wave. The waves were pretty bad, but this one had to be at least double the size of the others, I thought it probably reached at least fifty feet. I hadn't seen it because of the fog. I watched her start to swim back, she had started to call my name. I was still on the beach frozen still. I watched as my sister fought the current and got at least half way back to the beach. I finally snapped out of my daze when I could hear her calling my name. I ran to the edge of the water. It was already to late. The wave crashed over her and swept over the beach. It rushed over my ankles. I stood there, shocked. It had all happened so fast. I looked around expecting to see my sister's head emerge from under the water. I saw no one, I saw nothing but water. Another wave rushed over my feet. I ran deeper into the water and dived into it searching everywhere. I couldn't find Kailey. I got back out of the water and ran to get help, they didn't find her body until the next day.

The only person I had really cared about, the only person that really cared about me, was dead. I have never been the same after that. Every night I see her face, I see the look of terror in her eyes, and I remember how I did nothing. I won't fail again. In the past year all I have done is train for the games. The only thing that matters to me now, is victory and glory.