Caroline Elvett ~ District Four ~ DONE

I am not from these kind of girls that take hours to make themselfs pretty. In fact, I think that these girls are stupid, and do not respect their inner beauty. Although.. I don't really have any make up to use or anything similar. However.. let's discuss something else like.. my hair! Oh my hair, orange, yea I am ginger. Though the last weeks it seem to get darker, but still somewhere between the Orange and the wine Red. And it's long, like a waterfall flowing on my back.. well orange waterfall. My body is well fit. I don't look like unfed or fed too much. Medium perhaps. My father is fishing on daily basis and receive some of the catch although it's not that much. My eyes are blue/gray depends on the light, but since I spend so much time under the sun, one can see clearly one of the both colors. I am approximately 5.4 foot tall.

Many people in my school and around the district think I am fragile and small, that I wouldn't make it through the Games if I am eventually picked or anything similar. But I actually have the almost perfect swimmer's body. The fish make my bones tough enough so I survived most of my falling down from high places and such. You know that quote "Never judge by the cover."? Well this is something in my case. I also have a birth scar on my left shoulder. It sometimes looks like a fish which will be really cool because my district is all about this, but that's probably just me, anyone else will probably see it as a weird splat on my shoulder.

Since I was born I was quiet and didn't caused any baby problems to my parents such as crying and whining while the night goes. I love swimming, this is possibly the best thing to do in your free time when you have the possibility to do that of course. At the age of eleven, my mother gave me some tips and such. I also like fishing. Though whatever I catch is sent to the Capitol, I still enjoy it and maybe this will be my lifetime thing-to-do after I finish school. If I am alive.

Adventurous creature I am for sure. I like the adrenaline to flow in my veins every time I attempt something dangerous. Though my mother is against that, I like acting like rebel, even if the Peacekeepers suspect me in leading rebellions or anything similar, but district four have been peaceful the past years, I don't think any rebellion will soon occur.

I keep the ones I love really close to me, and the ones I hate.. even closer. Protective over my little sister, Kate. She is just like a flower in front of me, in front of everyone. If she gets reaped, chosen for those mad games of the Capitol, I would've volunteer. I am also helpful, I like to fish, sometimes I even go to the docks with my father and help him to double the catch and maybe, MAYBE, get some for the good job done. As a 16 years old girl I am most likely supposed to be mad in love but that's the last thing I want to think about.

/Caroline Elvett, 14 years old, the year of the 62nd annual Hunger Games/
I wake up silently so I do not wake up my ten years old sister. I like how she looks like while she sleeps, so peaceful, not having a single idea for the people out there in the world who starve to dead. Like in district twelve. I wonder how do they get their food. I put on my little blue shoes, tie my long hair with a bow, which my mother gave me on my first reaping and dress up with simple shirt and pants. It was the last day of the week when I need to go to school. This week was really tough. Or maybe it's just me that is stressed up. I don't know really. My tied blonde hair was wiggling around behind my back, looking funny but kind of charming. Though I don't want to impress someone, I just don't like to spend hours of making myself pretty. Anyways. As usual Ron was waiting near his house waiting for me so we can go to school together. Ron was my friend since we were 10 years old. we were doing almost everything together, and after a year our families appeared to know each other. So once a year or maybe twice we gather up, the both families to a little dinner where we chat and have fun. Me and Ron entered the school gates. The lessons were the same as the last year and the year before that. What our District stands for. After I got back to home, my father was sitting on the chair, apparently waiting for me. I can't determine if he was happy, or too excited to tell me what happens.
"Are you ready sweetheart?" he said with a note of excitement. "Ready for what" I replied calm. "What do you think for? For your training!" I didn't really accepted this idea. Just because I didn't wanted to volunteer in the Games neither to participate in them. But sadly I couldn't deny because my father intended and I respect him too much. I agreed at the end of our small but tricky conversation.

/Caroline Elvett, 15 years old, the year of the 63rd annual Hunger Games/
Over the years I though I will be so many things. Archer maybe, fishing, maybe practice medicine. But I never though I will train for The Hunger Games. My last desire, and I doubt anyone else's. With the exception of the district 1 and 2 kids maybe. But wielding a knife ain't bad skill. It can server for anything. I am from district four. I am supposed to be a career. But I don't like the idea of the games, nor wanted to participate in them. But anything could happen. Including being reaped every year. Even if we have fish, I still sign up for tessare. I got 4 tessares, when I was thirteen and before a week which makes 8 because of tessares + 4 because I need to. Total of twelve times. I know kids which sign up for so much tessares, so they can be picked up, and sent to the Games. But I would never do this. Not in this life. Interesting. This year wielding a knife and practicing my survivals. What will be next year? Learn how to skin human flesh? Not crying when I see all the bodies if I am in the Arena? Being reaped and took away from my family for 2 weeks than fighting to dead with 23 other people? Including maybe Ron? I shake my head in order to forget this terrible though and getting back to my knife practicing skills.

/Caroline Elvett, 16 years old, the year of the 64th annual Hunger Games/
Another year. Another reaping. Another games. Another 24 tributes competing to the death. That was the Hunger Games. A monstrous invention of the Capitol for reminding the twelve district who is in charge, and how rebellions are treated like. The 64th edition is running at the moment. I can go ot the square or stay at home to watch it but I don't really want to do that in the presence of my little sister. Even without her I wouldn't watch it. I look at the sky, then back to the sea from the window of our house. "District 13.." I whisper. I wonder, what their main resource do. How have they "charged" the capitol. Another mining thing? Or maybe something with grass, plants.. food? I feel a slight pressure on my dress at the area of my legs, and I see my little sister which is now twelve, smiling at me. Before several weeks was her first reaping. It was painful to see her watching at the boy and the girl picked up to contest in the Arena. Her eyes were shining in fear perhaps, or she maybe was laughing at them. What if my sister, Kate, build up a strong image, not fearing from these games, laughing at the Capitol's face? Or maybe not, we want safety and peaceful life, not a small family of man, women and 2 children creating bunts against them. Sadly she had to pick up her tessare days after she turned twelve. I was dying from fear if they will pick her. I didn't really cared about me, but her. The docks for fishing was filled with people but I saw the black hair from miles. Ron's hair. I tied my hair, and ran to the docks bringing a piece of fish in my pocket. I appeared like from nowhere, scaring him to death.
"Any fish?" I asked with a little note of smile. "No." he answered disappointed. "Well I bring you some. It's from yesterday's catch. The peacekeepers where nice enough to give us some." I said with a smile on my face. "How are you anyways? We haven't talked in about week. Is everything okay with your family?" I said, with a dark though. What if someone from his family died? I shook my head and returned to the conversation. "Josh ran away." he said desperately. My eyes became bigger. Josh? Why would he do that? Josh was the oldest of the kids in his family. "Have the Capitol found him? And what do you think they will do to him? Turn him into Avox?" which I doubt. He didn't betrayed the Capitol, he ran. Or is this counted as a betrayal? Josh.. that golden hair, these green eyes. Beautiful creature indeed, what have made him to ran away? I sat closer to Ron and hugged him. My grip was tight, I didn't let go of him till he didn't wrap his hands around me too. I felt the tears from his eyes. I am not one of those kind of people who dislike crying males. They are people. They have feelings too. They feel bond between the one they love. And crying, is the best way to express that.