Genevieve - District 12

After taking my daily bath, I take a moment to stop at the only mirror in the house, I notice my figure has started to change. I was always thin, but now I've begun to round out in areas. I look... soft. Very different from the almost gaunt look of my childhood. It's not that I don't eat, because I love to eat. Especially salmon... they're my favorite.
I'm a bit taller than I used to be as well... where once I was the short one in my family I now tower over my mother. In fact I tower over most of the girls in my school, I must have grown to be about 5'8 or so.
My skin is tanned from being outdoors all day. I love to be on my father's ship, and all the hours out on the ocean have served to give my complexion a healthy glow.
I grab a towel and rub it through my long, dark brown hair. It's almost down to my waist now, since my mother never lets me cut it. It would be a shame, she always says, to cut such lovely hair. When it comes to appearance there isn't much I care about, except for my hair. I always brush it twice, sometimes three times a day and braid two small strands that I attach in the middle with a ribbon.

Safely wrapped in my towel I make my way towards my bedroom. I am very lucky to have my own room, as my two younger brothers have to share one. I open the trunk at the foot of my bed and throw on my light green dress. Short sleeves, sash around the waist, it shows off my new figure well. My father always says it matches my eyes, so I wear it frequently. After slipping on my gold colored sandals and the locket which my grandmother passed on to me, I head out the door into the fresh sea air.

I believe myself to be a friendly person, but I've only one true friend besides my family. I keep to myself a lot of the time, and most of the time I'm out on the water in my father's ship.

I think because I smile a lot people believe me to be naive, but I don't let on that I've got a lot more than just a pretty face. When I'm out on the water I read a lot, and I always get top marks in school. However, my mother has taught me that in today's world it's better to let people believe your facade... keep your strength hidden and you'll have it when you need it most.

For me, this comes in the form of knowledge, especially about herbs and sciences. I've also got quite a nasty streak when I feel that my family is being threatened. The rest of the time I keep up my girly dresses, and playing with my long hair, and casting flirty glances. Especially if someone from the capitol comes along.

Although I secretly despise the capitol, I would never let on that I feel that way. Confrontation is a last resort for me. I enjoy my comfortable home and would very much dislike it if it was ever taken from me or my family, so I stay in line.

At school I'm known by all but it's not one of the largest districts. Besides keeping to myself and mostly abstaining from any class participation except what is required I believe I'm known for my looks. At least that's what my best friend, Jaena tells me. I'm painfully aware of it, in fact, and I have to remind myself every day that I've more use to family pretty and admired than smart and ugly. I hope to one day gain favor in the capitol so that my father's ship building business can expand. Plus, who knows... my dark side might someday be of use as a surprise.

Though I judge no one based on *their* looks, I generally only respect those who don't judge me on mine. The girls at school don't associate with me much. Probably because I've a bad habit of stealing up the attentions of the available boys. As for the boys, well... since I won't really go much past a glance, and I find them all falling short of my father, they are either infatuated with me or infuriated by my lack of interest.

Mostly, people just take me the wrong way, but the semi-pretentious air I give off works in my favor since I didn't really want to talk anyway. I've got a strong devotion to my family and that's all I really need in my life.

As you may have gleamed from my previous self reflections, my father owns a ship building company... BELEGAER SAILS. Besides the mayor we have the nicest house in the district. Three stories if you count the widows walk, and I can see the ocean from it. My father's father was a very successful fisherman, and when the capitol got a taste for his lobster's his business took off. After leaving all of the money to my father, his only living child, my father started up his ship building company. Of course, most of his earnings go to the capitol, and we'd be shut down in a second if at least 40% of profit and 80% of product didn't go straight over on those bullet trains.

Only one person in my family ever saw the capitol though... my grandmother. She and I were always very close, but she passed away only two years ago. She was a victor, and she and my grandfather lived in the victor's village. She looked frail, but I knew she was tough. Always had a keen sense of direction and a sharp tongue.

My secret hate for the capitol runs deeper then it's control of my father's company though. My older sister, Odesa, was the most beautiful kind hearted girl in the world. She was the spitting image of my mother, with blonde long hair and pail skin, very much the opposite of me. One day last summer she took a boat out on the water, one of my father's small sailing boats, and she most likely got caught in a tide. The boat went out of district borders and she was killed by a peacekeeper. Shot right in the head. Very unceremoniously we received a call that she had been "executed on grounds of treason."

My mother has not been the same since, but she tries her best for my two younger brothers. My father cried for two whole days but then never talked of it again. And me? I'm just quietly angry.