Olive Fox / District 12 ( done )

I was born in District 12, where the loyal feet of the capitol tramped all over us. This will remain our little secret, but I’m no big fan of the capitol. Surprise, surprise right? But, to be fair I think most people hate them as much as I do. The only difference is that so many are afraid to talk about it, I guess it’s mostly because they fear being punished. When I hear of people afraid of losing their lives here in the poor, ruined districts, I even wonder why. Honestly, is no life at all really that much worse than a having a life, but constantly being pushed down by the Capitol? Even if I would spend the rest of my life in that dark coalmine, I still wouldn’t make enough to live as fancy as the poorest and laziest one born in the capitol. We are just bricks in the big castle of the capitol, a step in their staircase. Someone to push down on their way up. They even watch our children kill each other, just for fun. Us District kids, scared with our lives at risk, we are forced to murder. I haven’t been to the games, even though it sounded that way. You get my point though? I’ve seen so many neighbors, schoolmates and so on leave for the capitol, but never return home again. Every single one of my districts tributes that doesn’t come home leaves a hole in my heart. It’s even worse when they do come home though, because you can see it in their eyes. How it changed them, the capitol I mean. This is why I hate the capitol, go ahead, judge me if you’d like.

Maybe I should tell you a little bit more about myself.. My name is Olive Fox, people say that name fits me, Fox, because of my ridiculously red hair. Some people tell me it looks like fire, others say its more the color of a carrot. I agree with the carrot-theory, not that it’s anything wrong with having carrot-hair. Fire would just be a hell of a lot cooler. My hair is around sholder length, and a little bit curly. I'm just aware of my looks, so don't judge. Anyways, I consider myself to be one of a kind. It sounds like I’m bragging, I know, but I think everybody is unique. I’m kind of tall, around 5’7”, and kind of light weighted. It’s hard to put on weight when you don’t have any food. Compared to other kids around the district, I’m still not starving. My father works in the coalmines and his salary pay is good enough to provide for both of us. My mother passed away while delivering me, so I never had any siblings. I was meant to be the odest of a herd, what a disappointment, right? Yes, my father never quite forgave me for that. Well, to be completely honest he never really forgave anyone for anything. He’s an alcoholic, and when he gets home from work, he sits in his chair and drinks anything he can get a hold of. He has been this way as long as I can remember, but he got worse when he didn’t have to look after me that much. I wouldn’t feel too sorry for myself though, I don’t really care about my alcoholic father. As far as I’m concerned, he can sit in his chair and drink his pathetic booze for the rest of his life. I do think it’s sad though, he wouldn’t be this way if it wasn’t for the capitol. My mother could have been saved, but who cares about one mother dying in district 12? Who cares about all mothers dying in district 12? Not the Capitol, that I can tell you for sure. If she had been provided with the right medicine, she could have made it. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if she was alive, if she would have loved me like the other parents love their children, or if she would just sit in a chair next to dad.

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I finally got tired of my dads lack of interest in me. I found myself searching for attention in the most ridicolous ways. By crying, screaming and fighting, I tried to make my point. I failed though, but as suitable as it possibly could have been, at this very same time Maple came in to my life. I meet him on a Sunday morning, when I was roaming to town, looking for something to keep myself busy. When I reached the townsquare, underneath a staircase, my gaze captured the image of a little puppy laying there. Muddy and dirty, he looked as miserable as I felt that day. As I walked towards him, he started waving his small tail. It couldn't have been bigger than my little finger. I spoke to the people living in the door of the staircase, and they told me he was abandoned. He was weak, but after a few days he started gaining some nutrition. I gave him a sponge bath before my father arrived home from work, mostly to get the stench of his fur. It was suprisingly easy, convincing my father of keeping him. After that day, we almost been inseparable.

I’m being unfair, I’m kind of like my father in that way, I have a hard time forgiving. I can seem very rough on the edges, but honestly I’d say I’m a soft and nice person when it comes down to it. I’m not much of a loner, no I really hate being alone. I’m good at making new friends, once they give me a fair chance. I remember my first day in school, I was 6 years old and a boy in my class walked up to me, he grabbed my hair and started screaming "CARROTHEAD". I refused to go back to school for two weeks, nobody spoke to me at all. I think it was in second grade when I finally had enough of being alone, so I decided to make some friends, and then I did. It wasn't harder than that. I get along well with most types of people, they just have to get used to my straight forward kind of personality traits. I get a little bit cocky at times, which is not very appreciated by the peacekeepers. I learned to hide it in the darkest place inside me though; you shouldn’t really go around talking about anything these days. Some people appreciate my straight forwardness, others doesn't. I feel like you constantly have to keep looking for the people who see the best in you, instead of changing for what the people you surround yourself with want to see. I'd like to say I'm brave, but I don't like lying. I really applaud brave people, and I wish I was that way. I'd stand up the capitol if I had the guts, but I don't. It's not that I'm afraid of dying, but becoming an avox. I feel so bad for the avoxes, having to work as capitol slaves. I don't want that happening to me, and since I'm kind of selfish, I keep my critisism to myself and the ones I trust the most. That's another one of my not so great personal traits, I can be rather selfish. I'm working on that, but it's going slowly. I never learned how to share, since I didn't have any siblings. I'm doing some progress though. Now, I realize how self-critizing I sound, and I just want to make the statement that it's not that I have a bad self confidence as much as I am very aware of myself, I'd say. I know my weaknesses and my strengths, and honestly, I consider that to be a strength. Selfawarness, I mean.