Obsidian Rye - D11 [finished]
May 18, 2014 15:31:17 GMT -5
Post by arya on May 18, 2014 15:31:17 GMT -5
Name - Obsidian Rye
District - 11
Age - 18 years old
Codeword - Odair
I grew up on a small farm, owned by my grandfather. It wasn’t like we were rich, but we had food for the day, so we didn’t complain. Me and my siblings mostly run around playing all day, not being productive at all. We are six siblings, and I am the second oldest. My father didn’t appreciate our playful ways, but he let it go on. After all, we were only kids. I thought it was going to be like that forever. Living in that house, my family with my grandfather.
One day, we were out of the field as usual. I remember hiding behind some of the corps, while playing hide and seek with my sister. It was a sunny day, a warm day. Suddenly, out of nowhere my grandfather collapsed on the ground. He started was pale as a ghost and he was coughing loudly. Me and my sister was running towards him, screaming as loud as we possibly could. Here, my memory becomes blurry. I barely remember anything after this point, until the point when grandpa is lying in his bed. The doctor, I’m not even sure he was a doctor, but he told us my grandfather had caught a disease. It wasn’t even that dangerous, but when mixed with a certain gene, it could be lethal. The following weeks were horrible. Grandpa just lied there, in his bed, with sign of happiness at all. I think he was scared, but I’m not sure. It’s horrible, seeing somebody who used to be so happy, be sad. When grandpa finally passed on, it was a relief for all of us. In the end, he didn’t want to stick around anymore.
After that point, my life started for real. My grandfather had forgotten re-writing his wills. He left all of his owning, including our house and the ground we were living on to the wife he remarried after our grandmother. The new wife was long gone, but the ground she should have inherited got passed on to her children. This left us, my family homeless, jobless and starving.
My father got a job working on a neighbors field. We got a small cabin, not nearly big enough for all of us to live in. All of us started helping out on the farm. Us children, we were working hard. Everyday after school, we went directly to the fields. Underfed as we were, none of us developed such a great intellect since we were worn out and hungry each and every day. The starvation made us weak to plagues and diseases, and it only took a few years before my fathers body gave up. He passed on, just like my grandfather did. The pressure to provide for our family has gotten even worse by now. I sign up for as much tesserae as I possibly can, so does my older sister. We have agreed on not to let our little ones do it though, two of us is enough. Last year was her last reaping, so this year we are even tighter in our economics.
I love my family, I sincerely do. I had to take over the role as a father in raising my siblings. They hate me at times, when I tell them what to do. But I know they love me, even if they don’t show it. My older sister has taken a big role since our father died to. We joined together with our mom in the raising of children, planning the economy and working for the house. I think we grew up faster than normal children, me and my sis simply because we had to take a grownups role. We shared it though, just like we do with everything else. My sister is my best friend, we are as close as to siblings can be. I couldn’t have survived the death of our father without her.
I’ve got dark blonde, fluffy curly hair that always gets in my face. My eyebrows are also bushy. It seems like a got a terrible amount of hair growing, but still my beard is up to this day a no-show. I’m 18 years old for godsake, at least a little bit you’d have expected by now.
I think I look kind of childish. No, not really childish but young. I'd like to look like an adult. After all, I do everything an adult do. Take care of children, cook, feed my family, work, take care of the economics and so on. I'm thankful I at least lost my puffy cheeks and got a more grown up skinny face.
I’m tall, really tall actually. I’m very skinny to, but kind of muscular. I gained a lot of that muscle by working on the field. It’s surprisingly hard work actually. I got kind of wide shoulders, which I like. I don’t think I look to terrible, despite my bushy eyebrows and my butt chin. Nothing bothers me as much as the fact that I’ve got a butt chin. It doesn’t even show that clearly, but it bothers me like crazy. I’m not very popular with the ladies. Maybe it’s because of my looks, or that I simply don’t have time for that.
I’d say I’m a mature guy. I take care of my family, I work hard and I don’t even complain about it. I’m not one of those guys that are being mean to the girls to get their attention; no I try to be a gentleman. It’s not really working for me though. I have a few friends, and I’m not really a geek but I’m not the most popular guy in school either. I never even had a girlfriend, and no girl has ever shown any interest in me. I guess that speaks for itself.
I’ve always wished I had a great sense of humor. I really don’t. I barely ever tell jokes, for a reason, but when I do, it’s pretty much only me who thinks it’s funny. I don’t know why I’m so ridiculously bad at making jokes, but I am. I’m an awkward soul, but my friends and family accept my anyways. I’ll always be thankful for that. I would never let anyone I love down, so I think that makes me a loyal person.
District - 11
Age - 18 years old
Codeword - Odair
I grew up on a small farm, owned by my grandfather. It wasn’t like we were rich, but we had food for the day, so we didn’t complain. Me and my siblings mostly run around playing all day, not being productive at all. We are six siblings, and I am the second oldest. My father didn’t appreciate our playful ways, but he let it go on. After all, we were only kids. I thought it was going to be like that forever. Living in that house, my family with my grandfather.
One day, we were out of the field as usual. I remember hiding behind some of the corps, while playing hide and seek with my sister. It was a sunny day, a warm day. Suddenly, out of nowhere my grandfather collapsed on the ground. He started was pale as a ghost and he was coughing loudly. Me and my sister was running towards him, screaming as loud as we possibly could. Here, my memory becomes blurry. I barely remember anything after this point, until the point when grandpa is lying in his bed. The doctor, I’m not even sure he was a doctor, but he told us my grandfather had caught a disease. It wasn’t even that dangerous, but when mixed with a certain gene, it could be lethal. The following weeks were horrible. Grandpa just lied there, in his bed, with sign of happiness at all. I think he was scared, but I’m not sure. It’s horrible, seeing somebody who used to be so happy, be sad. When grandpa finally passed on, it was a relief for all of us. In the end, he didn’t want to stick around anymore.
After that point, my life started for real. My grandfather had forgotten re-writing his wills. He left all of his owning, including our house and the ground we were living on to the wife he remarried after our grandmother. The new wife was long gone, but the ground she should have inherited got passed on to her children. This left us, my family homeless, jobless and starving.
My father got a job working on a neighbors field. We got a small cabin, not nearly big enough for all of us to live in. All of us started helping out on the farm. Us children, we were working hard. Everyday after school, we went directly to the fields. Underfed as we were, none of us developed such a great intellect since we were worn out and hungry each and every day. The starvation made us weak to plagues and diseases, and it only took a few years before my fathers body gave up. He passed on, just like my grandfather did. The pressure to provide for our family has gotten even worse by now. I sign up for as much tesserae as I possibly can, so does my older sister. We have agreed on not to let our little ones do it though, two of us is enough. Last year was her last reaping, so this year we are even tighter in our economics.
I love my family, I sincerely do. I had to take over the role as a father in raising my siblings. They hate me at times, when I tell them what to do. But I know they love me, even if they don’t show it. My older sister has taken a big role since our father died to. We joined together with our mom in the raising of children, planning the economy and working for the house. I think we grew up faster than normal children, me and my sis simply because we had to take a grownups role. We shared it though, just like we do with everything else. My sister is my best friend, we are as close as to siblings can be. I couldn’t have survived the death of our father without her.
I’ve got dark blonde, fluffy curly hair that always gets in my face. My eyebrows are also bushy. It seems like a got a terrible amount of hair growing, but still my beard is up to this day a no-show. I’m 18 years old for godsake, at least a little bit you’d have expected by now.
I think I look kind of childish. No, not really childish but young. I'd like to look like an adult. After all, I do everything an adult do. Take care of children, cook, feed my family, work, take care of the economics and so on. I'm thankful I at least lost my puffy cheeks and got a more grown up skinny face.
I’m tall, really tall actually. I’m very skinny to, but kind of muscular. I gained a lot of that muscle by working on the field. It’s surprisingly hard work actually. I got kind of wide shoulders, which I like. I don’t think I look to terrible, despite my bushy eyebrows and my butt chin. Nothing bothers me as much as the fact that I’ve got a butt chin. It doesn’t even show that clearly, but it bothers me like crazy. I’m not very popular with the ladies. Maybe it’s because of my looks, or that I simply don’t have time for that.
I’d say I’m a mature guy. I take care of my family, I work hard and I don’t even complain about it. I’m not one of those guys that are being mean to the girls to get their attention; no I try to be a gentleman. It’s not really working for me though. I have a few friends, and I’m not really a geek but I’m not the most popular guy in school either. I never even had a girlfriend, and no girl has ever shown any interest in me. I guess that speaks for itself.
I’ve always wished I had a great sense of humor. I really don’t. I barely ever tell jokes, for a reason, but when I do, it’s pretty much only me who thinks it’s funny. I don’t know why I’m so ridiculously bad at making jokes, but I am. I’m an awkward soul, but my friends and family accept my anyways. I’ll always be thankful for that. I would never let anyone I love down, so I think that makes me a loyal person.
