Just a simple Seam girl. *RP ONLY!!!*

Look, I never wanted it to be this way. I always dreamed I'd live be a heroin. The ones I read about in those dusty old books Mom keeps on my shelf. I remember the story of Tris Prior. I'd like to be like her. Or, I could be like Katniss. She was a real Hero. Real and true. But, if she… 'fixed' District 12, why am I still starving? Why can't I eat, like everyone else does. She helped, yes, but it was unresolved. She left too many things out of hand. ~ I stare at myself in the mirror. Same as usual. Nothing had changed about me since last time, except for the amount of meat on my bones. My face was pale-- well, paler, than usual, a sign that I hadn't eaten. My eyes were still blue, hair still dark brown. Yet, I looked older. I must have been young then, maybe four, the last time I looked in a mirror. That was the year my mother died. And my father. And my brothers. I looked older, maybe eight or nine. I don't know why Mother could afford books, and not food. Why not sell the books? I had asked myself, hundreds of times. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not after she was gone. I wasn't sure how I could read. I hadn't gone to school since I was six. But, I still knew all the words that so deeply entranced me. I remember the stories of the brave 'Katniss Everdeen.' And finally, I had enough. Damnit, I was Alethea Vipointe. I could do this. I bravely walked up the steps, and knocked on the door of the house at the Victor's Village.


If you want to RP, pm me the reply. You can be Katniss and Peeta, if desired.