Aislyn Beige- District 10

Well, hi. I hear you want to know all about me. Well, I guess I should start with my name. My name is Aislyn Beige. I’m seventeen and obviously, I’m a girl. So you want to know all about how I look, huh? Well, let’s go from top to bottom. My hair is a dark, dark brown, but not so dark that it looks black. It has always been really thick and curly. It’s one part of me that I actually like. My eyes are a chocolate brown and they kind of match my hair. They are topped off with some long eyelashes and slightly curved eyebrows. My nose isn’t really small, but not very big either. I have full lips that are regularly chapped. My chin is sort of pointy. My ears stick out like a monkey’s. My neck is skinny, but not so skinny that my head looks too big for it. In general, my head is an oval shape.

My body isn’t very curvy, but I like that about myself. I think it usually keeps the boys away, which is why I like it. My arms are thin and slightly muscular from lifting hay and shoveling pounds of cow crap. My hands are slightly scarred from cutting myself multiple times with a butcher knife. My stomach isn’t supermodel skinny, but an ugly, rib-showing skinny. You’d think we’d eat our own cow meat, but no, we need to sell it all to other people. My thighs have never been huge, either. My feet aren’t tiny or huge, just a regular size 7. Really, I’m just a bony, crappy mess.

I guess that covers my shape and size. Now, all we have to go over is my appearance in general. I have olive skin than tans well. I really suck at doing my hair, so it’s usually down or up in a high ponytail. I stand at 5 feet and 4 inches, weighing 120 pounds. Basically, I can only lift up to 105 pounds. I’m really not very strong. Finally, my everyday attire is tight fitting jeans and a button down shirt. I ease my feet into a pair of comfortable, broken-in, dark brown boots that have pointed toes and fancy designs on the side. They have a small heel. They are by far the nicest things I own.

Well, now you know all about how I look. What else do you people want to know?

So, now you want to know how I act, huh? Well, I guess I’ll tell you, but if you’re interviewing district people for the capitol, get out. I don’t want to be on the television. I don’t want the whole nation to see ugly old me. Oh, this isn’t for the capitol? Well, alright then.

People say I’m standoffish. I’m cold, somewhat mean, and I never smile. Well, they’re right. I am standoffish, and I’m proud of it. I don’t need to make people happy by being all nice and smiley. I don’t have time. I have to help my family make a living, which I don’t get to do all of the time since I have to go to school. Stupid school… I don’t care if I’m mean, and I really don’t smile. The only person who could ever make me smile was my brother, Tumble, and he’s dead. So suck it up and let me go on with my life.

I believe in being honest with everyone. Being so honest sometimes to the point that it’s rude, but do I care? One time, some creepy kid had the nerve to ask me out. So I told him exactly what I thought of him, and it wasn’t pretty. Also, if I do something wrong, I go right to my authorities to receive my punishment. I have never told a lie in my life. Also, I never curse.

Well, obviously, I’m a pessimist. I always see the worst in everything and everyone. And that’s ok, because, “great and wonderful” doesn’t usually happen. For example, if you’re reaped to be a tribute in the hunger games, you have a 1 out of 24 chance to stay alive. So, staying alive would be the “great and wonderful” and dying would not, obviously. Do you see my point?

Okay, you’re probably thinking that I’m a “B Word” and that I’m not worth your time. Well, I’m not, but I’m not all crappy. I consider myself to be extremely clever and resourceful. I have good common sense even though I’m really not that smart. I mean, I’m not dumb, but I’m not a genius, either. Anyway, if I were in the Hunger Games, for example, I would have the common sense to not have more than one ally, would have the cleverness to set a trap for the other tributes, and the resourcefulness to use the items in the arena that would harm me against the other tributes. Why the heck am I talking about the Hunger Games? They freak me out…

Anyway, I guess I’ve covered everything about my personality, unless I should mention that my parents think I’m insecure, which I’m NOT. I… I’m perfectly happy with myself. I am. I AM. Shut up. Do you want to know anything else, or what?

OK, my history. I was born and raised in District 10. Are you happy? No? Ugh, fine. My family breeds cows. Well sell milk and cuts of meat. I help them take care of the cows and cut the meat. I don’t like milking them or butchering them. My parents, Eilish and Eric, are loving people and take care of me. I love them, too. When I was a little girl, I was bubbly and happy and smiled all the time. I even had a few friends. Surprising right? God, I regret that… When I was eight my family was doing very well, selling lots of meat and milk. So, we got more food than usual. Since we got lots of food, I got a little bit, well, chubby. So, when I went to school, the few friends I had turned on me and started laughing about my weight. I was literally the only chubby person in school. I would come home sobbing every day. After a while, I completely left my friends. I sat alone at lunch and watched everyone snicker as they walked by. One day, I realized something. I realized that nobody was going to like me for who I am except for my parents and maybe my uncle. So, I turned sour. I would glare at everyone who even looked at me and would insult people who commented on my weight. Slowly, I lost weight, and by the time I was nine I was completely bony and skinny because my family had lost a lot of customers. But, I continued with my attitude. I liked it. My friends tried to apologize but I turned them away. I couldn’t trust them anymore. They were the reason I would cry in my bedroom nightly for months.

That year, my mom gave birth to my brother, Tumble Beige. I loved him more than anyone else in the world. He was the only person in the whole district who could make me smile. We lived in happiness together for seven years. Then, that horrible day came. I had recently turned sixteen and he had turned seven. We were talking by the barn one day and he commented on my attitude.

“Aislyn,” he said, “My friend told me that his older brother told him about you. He said you are mean and cold to everyone. Why? Is that even true?”

“Um, yeah, I guess,” I told him, “Ever since I was made fun of when I was 8, I shut everyone out.”

“Why, Aislyn? That’s awful,” Tumble replied.

At that point I got mad. “Well, have you ever gone through what I did? You’re so stupid, Tumble!”

I glared at him. I saw the tears forming in his eyes, so I got up and walked away. I had done my job. But, those were the last words I’ve ever said to him.

That afternoon, I went out to deliver the milk and meat to our customers. When I got home, my brother was unconscious and being lifted into a coffin. I didn’t know what was going on. Then, Mom told me the story.

He calmed down after our argument and went out to tend to our one horse, Stampede. He was still shaken up so he didn’t pay attention, and he went behind Stamp and accidentally bumped him on his butt. Stampede gets startled easily, so he lifted his leg and kicked Tumble in the head. He died about 20 minutes after.

I blame myself for my brother’s death. If I hadn’t been so mean to him he would have paid more attention and let Stamp know he was behind him. Plus, did you hear my last words to him? They were awful. Everyone tells me it isn’t my fault, but they’re wrong. I should be ashamed of myself, and I am.

Now, I’m seventeen. I help my parents out and go to school. I do as I’m told. I don’t have much more to live for, anyway, just my parents and my work. So, that’s me. I really don’t think you need to know anymore. I’ve really talked on long enough. So, do you accept me as a person?

Hi! I hope you enjoyed my character! I'm sorry I wrote so much! Oh, and I'm really not mean in real life!