Emilin Zyria | District 3 {WIP}

EMILIN TAI ZYRIA

Fourteen | Female | District Three

She sits at her desk, back hunched over in concentration, while she carefully lines her artwork with a black pen. The darkness of the night hides her surroundings, but the desk lamp keeps her face illuminated with bright light. Her sharp and emotionless dark brown eyes travel across the page, checking for errors that even if found, cannot be corrected. Finally realizing she has finished her drawing, the girl tucks a long strand of choppy raven hair behind her air as she leans back in her chair. "Done," she mutters, keeping her voice low so that her family doesn't discover her drawing in the middle of the night. A soft click is heard as the girl turns off the light and fades into the night as if she belonged there to go to bed.

When she awakes, the sunlight pours into her room through the papery blinds of the window. One glance at the clock tells her that she only has a little while until school starts. Throwing on whatever clothing she can dig out of her drawers, she quickly makes her way down the stairs of her rather large home in a graceful manner. "Emilin! You're gonna be late!" her younger brother, Pier, shouts at her with a stupid grin on his face as she enters the kitchen. "Hey! You know that I'm never late," says Emilin without even glancing at his direction, grabbing some bread. "Not for school, anyway." And it was quite true. In her family of extreme expectations, being late was about as stupid of a mistake as 1+1=3.

"Well, you never know!" Pier huffed back while gobbling down his breakfast. One thick eyebrow was raised on Emilin's face. "I know. We're not even rushed, 'kay?"




Doesn't everyone tell you to be yourself? That your personality is perfect and that you shouldn't change? That's not exactly the case for me. Apparently, my quiet and emotionless exterior self isn't particularly something that good colleges look for. Sure, I can be myself when I'm alone or with people I'm close with, but what matters is my outside personality. My mom wants me to change; become the outgoing freak that universities dig. Which I am not, nor probably ever going to be. Mom says that brains aren't enough for colleges. If it was, then I'd be all set. You might be asking why my parents have such high expectations for me and my younger brother. They both graduated from the best universities around and have high paying jobs. So why not make your kids do the same and earn even more admiration from the neighborhood parents?

Enough with that, I might tell you about myself now, not just the cover I'm to stranger-shy to take off. You see, I'm a very different person than what it seems, but it takes at least a week for me to even start to bond to someone. I don't know exactly when I became so unsociable, because when I was a kid I could make best friends in the blink of an eye. My close friends might describe me as loud, or cheerful, or even outgoing on some circumstances. But that's because they've never seen how I am with strangers. When we sometimes go out or something like that, I get this major confidence boost and can actually talk to strangers like myself. It only works if my friends are with me, not my family, but my friends. I mean, I'm myself with almost everyone at school. We've been stuck together for years and the bond that I established with them when I was younger is still going.