MIN IM | DISTRICT TWO {WIP}

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Sixteen | Male | District Two

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appearance

For most people, the first thing they say when they meet me is "His hair makes him look like a girl!" or something along those lines that includes the words "hair" and "girl". So just as a simple reminder to everyone who reads this: I am not a girl. Just because I have long, raven hair and a femininish face (which I absolutely hate hate hate) doesn't mean that I am in any way like a girl. And no, do not suggest that I cut my hair short. For some stupid reason, my parents think that the longer your hair is, the wealthier you seem. Maybe it's because it takes more shampoo (which costs more?) to wash longer hair, but I really don't know. I think they take pride in how much of that soapy shit goes into my hair, which is a lot, considering the length of it and how I get terrible grease on it so easily, it's not even funny anymore. All I know is that if I came home with my braid chopped off, they would yell at me for hours and I would never get the end of it.

I've heard people question if I even saw out of what they described as "cloudy eyes" or "dull and boring eyes" or any adjective their puny minds could think of. No, I am not blind. If you had any intelligence then you would know that. The thing is, whenever I look in the mirror I see pretty normal eyes. Sure, they're the darkest shade of brown that it could get, but unseeing? I'm pretty sure not. Sometimes I feel like it's an instinct for me to go measure my height whenever I see those weird colory boards going around saying "You must be 70 in or taller to ride this attraction." or some discouraging shit like that. Even though I know that I've pretty much reached the age where I stop growing already, I kinda still have that childish dream that maybe one morning I'll just wake up and bam, tall person.

You can't exactly blame me for being this short like you can with other people. Most of the short people at my school are just short because they refused to eat their veggies and ate cake instead when they were little. If anyone ever gave me spinach or meatloaf or any of those 'gross' foods that most people despised, I wouldn't have even thought about the thought of not eating it. Our family never got enough food, seeming that we were poor as hell, and that's what led to this dreadful height of mine. Those asses at school always tease me about my standing at around 5'2". Even an idiot can figure out that if you don't eat a lot, you're probably going to be skinny. I guess I have some adequate muscles here and there from the labor I used to do as a kid, but doesn't every guy in District Two have them? I've never had the money to go take that expensive-ass training program that is the credit for those huge lumps of muscle that the richer guys have.

personality

Before I even say anything, I need to make one thing clear: I am not evil. Got it? Repeat after me: "Min is not evil." Okay? Hey, I'm really not, it's just that so many people think I am that I literally have to go through that process every time I meet someone. Don't ask me, I really don't know why! So maybe I am a bit too shy and unsocial, but really, does that make someone a bad person? Okay, so I guess I could work on being more approachable and talking more. You know, I was kind of just born as a person who just makes everything awkward at social situations, and if you were me, you would know how hard it is to try and change that. But is it really necessary that people on the street usher their children away from me? I never did understand why I always felt like I had some kind of other-people-repellent on me, and I'm nowhere close to understanding it.

When I was a kid and was still unbelievably poor, those goddamn idiots at school would push me around and be all wealthist. (By the way, wealthist is my word for when people treat poor people worse than rich people. It's like being sexist or racist but just with money. I'm pretty sure there's an official term somewhere out there, we just don't know it.) They stopped when they all started finding me extremely scary. Don't ask me! I really have no idea what the hell happened, but I'm pretty sure it was a rumor.

history

I've heard that some of the people in the lower districts hate everyone up here for being so damn rich. They think that we're spoiled and no nothing about how being hungry really feels. It's not true though. I've had a pretty shitty excuse of a District Two childhood. My family was poor and when I say poor, I mean poor. Don't ask me why my parents were so poor or even how they were possibly poor, they just were. If they won't tell me how they ended like this, in a weird shack-y home that we dared call a house and ripped clothing that never really kept us warm, they probably wouldn't tell you. Right from the time I entered the world, screaming and kicking and being all red and ugly, I've had terribly low expectations for life. Toys were something for the rich, and back then, 'rich' sounded so amazing and far-away and unachievable.

Our 'house' was tiny and could barely fit us, but I never really thought that it was too bad. I didn't hate life and I still don't. I never really ever hoped for any life better than this. My parents had always given me the "You should be thankful that you were born!" talk, anyway. They were too poor to afford more than one kid (me), so I was left to just sit there and be jealous of everyone who had a big bro or anything, really. Having no siblings meant that I was pretty damn lonely with no one I could actually talk to (my parents were absolute avoid-if-you-can-except-for-food-time) and I never really had an actual friend, and when you combine those two things together, you get an unsocial freak who sucks at communicating with people.


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