DRAKE JENIVIE, DISTRICT FIVE {WIP}

appearance. I reach down for the mirror, arm extended like an elephant's trunk as I pull up the reflective rectangle to my face. It was always so weird to me that the face you see the least is your own. When you look into the mirror, there's always a change, but most of the time, it's a minor one. An extra scar, some more acne, longer hair, bluer eyes. Again, these changes are so subtle you can't notice them shifting each day, instead, you have to look at photographs (because after all, one day all I'll be is photographs) to see yourself change.

why are people so scared of change?
without it we'd be nothing
but broken records repeating the same line

I see myself as I always did: a skinny boy with no special attributes. My blue eyes are still the same crystal color they always were, radiating an icy flame. They're slightly shaped like almonds, and you can see this shape prevalently as the outside of my eyes thin out. Nothing about my eyes, except for their color, begs for attention. They're a subtle size, and my eyebrows are a thin brown along with my eyelashes. Bags come and go under my eyes like shadows passing through the night. My hair is a messy mop placed atop my head. The fluctuating mess is uncontrollable, and the browns and reds seem to fade in and out, as if they're taking turns. The clump of thick threads doesn't go down too far, only pokes at the middle of my ears and if I really wanted to, I could pull some strands down so they act as a curtain over my eyes. Although I'm not the type of boy to take showers every day, I try my best to make it a routine and my hair manages to keep it's silky, shimmery flow day in and day out.

Like the rest of my family, my skin is fair. Each day, however, I can feel it getting paler and paler as I spend more and more time inside.