Dawn Olken / D9

Do you think it's easy for me, looking after dozens of kids in a classroom where they don't want to learn? Do you think it's easy for me, getting up at 6am to hurry down to the market so I can get decent quality food? Do you think it's easy for me, having to look good all the time? Yeah.. didn't think so. Before you judge me for having a little more money than the average person from District 9, take a walk in my shoes and then tell me how much of a spoilt bitch I am.

I can't say I blame people for being... well, jealous. I know that sounds really snobbish but life in nine is hardly easy for people. The atmosphere is shit - literally. The factories burn off sop much crap it's shocking that not more people contract lung illnesses. I mean, it can't be good for you, breathing in smog all day every day? I mean, I live in the cleaner area and yet I still get pretty bad coughs. Sometimes I wonder as to whether or not it's easier being reaped after all. 

In all seriousness though, life is dull in  this damn place, even if the people have good intentions most of the time. I shouldn't be complaining though - some people have to work in those god-awful factories half of the day. Could you imagine that? Fudge, just the site of those places hurt my eyes, let alone working in them! My attitude sucks sometimes.. I strive everyday to be a better person, even so I still struggle. It's just.. seeing those sons of guns in the Capitol living a life of luxury whilst some people in the lower districts struggle to get even a loaf of bread on the table is just utter bollocks. Sometimes you just gotta' remember how lucky you are.

I remember once upon a time, Ma' bought home some fresh cakes from the Girder's bakery. They're reeeeaaaally expensive, but she did a little saving and she bought a couple boxes for the whole street. My sister Hettie is a bit of a pig and had two, so she got a slap on the wrists but it was all in good nature. I can't express how much I love my family.. Hettie's a little tyke - she's thirteen yet I love her to pieces. Here's a warning to anyone who tries to hurt her: you'll have to go through me first. Nobody hurts my little sister. Nobody.

What do I want to do with my life in the future? Well,leave school myself first before I take on any more work teaching others. I've got to get my studies done.. District 9 is hard up for work outside of the factories. I just don't want to end up there - that'll only happen in the worse case scenario. There's no way on God's earth I'm  making stuff for the Capitol. Besides, I wouldn't fit in in that kind of environment. 

I suppose I care quite a lot about my appearance. Ma' gets make up cheap from her friend Betsy so that's never a rarity apart from when the train line breaks down or something, however that's like three times a year. It's no problem. My favourites are the deep red/purple lipsticks and the black eye liner to make my brown eyes stand out. I have more important things to worry about and to spend my money on, but if it's cheap why not think about myself for a change?

My favourite clothes? Easy! I just love my black shoulder cut shirt and fluffy white jacket! It's usually boiling hot, but when the cold weather is here there's nothing better than curling up on the sofa with a nice hot mug of brewed tea reading a good book. I love books.. you may call me a nerd - I don't care. Writing makes my feel free; I can write whatever I want without anyone seeing it. No one can silence a pen and paper.

Oh, so you want to know how to piss me off? It's pretty easy - sometimes I just can't control my temper. If you dare call me 'stuck up' or 'bossy' and it'll be like putting gasoline on a fire. I despise it when people speak about my family or background.. it's like, get a life and stop worrying about me. I simply can't understand people who pester into other people's business. That's another thing - do gooders. By hell they annoy the gadoodle out of me. Don't even get me started on proper snobs though.. Oh and corrupt peacekeepers.. now there's a story

My family hasn't always been in the better area of District 9. My grandpa was one of the factory workers living in a thatch roofed building with only 1 room.. he said things were horrible back then. Grandpa worked 12 hour shifts in one of the soap plants - you know what he did? He dropped a bar of soap when the inspectors were in. As a result he got beat the crap out of and fired for making the District look bad. For dropping a bar of soap! It's bonkers.. gosh, if it were Pa' that happened to and I was born.. to be honest I think I'd be executed for hitting a peacekeeper! So much for peace, eh?

So yeah, after getting fired Grandpa had to get a job at the train station loading up stock onto trains destined for the upper districts and Capitol. That's were he met Granny.. She was a journalist for the local 9 paper and was doing a story on the other districts. I think she was at the station to apply for permission to visit them, but I'm not sure on that. They just began to speak and.. well, fell in love! 

That's my story. Deep down I'm just a girl who wants to prove herself to the whole of Panem; I want to show them I'm not some stupid little 9 girl who can't handle herself. I'm my own independent person. You got that?

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