Ewe Longhorn ~ District 10

My name is Ewe Longhorn (I hate my name). I look small and fragile but I can kick you to high heaven. I may look small but underneath all of my skin are some strong muscles. I get into playful fights all the time with my brother and it's really gotten me strong over the years. Although you can't see much muscle that doesn't mean I'm not strong. Last time someone messed with me they had a black eye and a broken wrist and had to be sent to a healer. So tip #1: don't mess with me. But don't get me wrong, I'm really nice! Just don't be a jerk, 'kay? Otherwise we'd probably get along smoothly! Oh yeah this is about appearance right? Well I have long blonde hair that reaches a little past my shoulders and I don't like it. I like brown hair much better. Plus it always gets so messy and tangled all the time, but sometimes I can control it. It usually ends up looking nice, I guess. Sigh... If only, if only.

My skin is kind of pale I guess but it's getting tanner now that I'm going outside more. I used to stay inside all day but now I really like it outside! I sometimes even come home covered in mud! Haha! You should have seen the look on my mother's face! She- oh yeah... Sorry this is appearance, right, I keep forgetting! Anyways, my eyes are a dull green with a teeny tiny hint of brown. You can't really see it from far away but if you get up close you can. My skin is usually clear most of the time. Sometimes a pimple pops up or something but it goes away quickly if I don't touch it. Sorry that's kind of gross. Let's get off that subject...

My body type is average, I guess. But my legs and arms are long so I kind of look like a tree. I'm not the prettiest girl in District 10 (or anywhere) but my mom says I look beautiful. I don't see it, honestly. I think it could be because my brother teases me about my looks all the time. I know he's just teasing but it still kind of hurts. He's stronger than me so I don't really like to try and beat him up.

Oh we’re on to personality now? Okay, I guess. Well I don’t really know what to say. I’m not really the most interesting person, you know? Well I guess you could say I’m nice. I like helping people out but you won’t see me changing the world. I sometimes help out my mom when caring for the animals. It’s actually kind of fun, I guess. I’m actually kind of lazy, you could say. I really never work on anything unless it’s school or feeding the animals. Sometimes I’ll help out on other people’s farms, but for a price. Hey my family needs it so don’t judge, ‘kay?

Anyway, you might say I’m a little aggressive. You’d be right. I get mad really easily and somethings just really tick me off. Things like invading my personal space, calling me a name, teasing me, touching me, the color yellow, my name, the Games, bathing, working, dirt, cats, dogs, music, and a lot more but I don’t really want to bore you. My mom tried using weird exercises on me to help me relax when I get angry. Honestly those exercises just made me more mad. I won’t yell and shout at everything but somethings just make me a little uncomfortable and a little bit aggressive. It’s not like I’m going to punch someone just for wearing the color yellow. That’s just stupid. If that were true then I’d punch myself everyday!

So… there’s not a lot left about my personality but the little side requirements says three paragraphs. Well, sometimes people say I’m a little mature for my age. I’m not into that girly junk with boys and clothes and gushy blah! No, I’m more of a boyish tomgirl. But it’s not like I look like a boy or anything. I just look like a girl, ‘kay? I like caring for the animals but the breeding part and the… poop… cleaning is not my favorite. I hate cleaning up after those things! But I gotta do what I gotta do.

Wait this is the last one, right? Nice! Okay so I live with my mom and my brother and it’s just the three of us. My brother is 14 and he’s really immature. My mother is 45 and just about to be 46 in two months. Oh yeah I almost forgot to include their names! My brother’s name is Sirius and my mother’s name is Prisca. I’m sure you’re wondering “What about the dad?”. Well my dad died of a heart attack when I was only three. I never got to meet him, really. I don’t even remember him. I do know his name was Cepheus. I’ve also seen his picture many times before. But other than that he’s not much to me.

I love feeding the animals and helping out my mom. I kind of like milking the cows and sheep and goats. It’s actually kind of fun, I guess. It’s easy too! You just sit there and squeeze and pull and squeeze and pull until the buckets are full. The hard (and gross) part though is getting all the hair and poop out of the milk. It’s pretty gross and after doing it so many times it makes me not want to drink so much milk. I might become a milker when I get older. That’d be fun!

My childhood isn’t really over yet so I can’t tell you much about it. I’ve always been that one kid who didn’t have any friends. So yeah you’ve heard all of this before so I’ll just move on. I always like play fighting with my brother. I know it sounds stupid and childish but it’s actually helped me get strong over the years. At first my brother would always beat me but then I started getting stronger and I’ve even won a few times. It’s never gotten to the point where we’ve had broken bones but there’s been a few fat lips and bruises. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye, right?

My name's pronounced You (Ewe).