Neptune Snow [finished]
May 18, 2014 17:24:27 GMT -5
Post by arya on May 18, 2014 17:24:27 GMT -5
Neptune Snow
"Female - District 9 - Eighteen "
"Female - District 9 - Eighteen "
I’d never forget my first reaping. I was standing in that line, and my entire body was shaking with fear. My older sister told me I didn’t have much to worry about, since I was only 12 years of age. I think she was worried too, for both me and her. She probably told me that just to calm me down. It didn’t matter, I still couldn’t let it go. The fear of being reaped is with me until this day. I have never gotten over it, but this is my last year. Soon, I won’t be in the reaping pole.You’d think that would calm me down, but it doesn’t. You see, since my little sisters came around I have to worry for their sakes too. Even though I never want to enter the games, even though I’d rather be killed on the spot then participate I’d rather enter then see my sister do. In one year, I won’t be able to volunteer for them. In one year, they’ll be left all alone.
I remember my younger sister that is closest to me in ages first reaping. It was horrible. I knew, that now my chances were doubled in being reaped. If she was reaped, I would never let her go on. She was refused to let go of my hand, even when we were meant to go in different directions. Tears were streaming down her red, swallowed face. I had to bend her hand out of mine, and tell her that everything was going to be fine. I hate lying, but I had to tell lie in that specific moment. I wasn’t sure it was going to end up as well as it did, so it was a lie. I’m never having children. I’m never going to suffer through lying to my children at their first reaping.
For me, my sisters are the only secure part of life. They are the only ones who I know is never going to abandon me. Our mother left us when right after my youngest sister was born. She didn’t die, he didn’t escape or anything. No, she lives with another man in a house on the other side of the district. She lives in the nice, big house with her fairly rich husband. She had some new children with him, and she never looked back. She doesn’t even look at us if we bump into each other somewhere. I can’t believe how she could be that cruel. She abandoned her own children, for the wealth her new husband could provide.
As you might have guessed, we’re not that rich. We live in a small cottage with our father. He didn’t leave, but he barely stayed either. After my mother left, my father blames us children. It’s not like he hits us or anything like that. He ignores us most of the time, and when he opens his mouth it is only if it’s necessary. I applaud him for providing for us though. He works as a craftsman down in one of the fabrics, the one who works with metal. Honestly, the economics are tight. We’re not going to starve to death, but the starvation leaves its marks. It’s not like we’re going to get chubby anytime soon, if I should express it like that.
As I already mentioned, I got three sisters. I think my younger ones are my mothers new boyfriends kids though. She probably cheated on him while she was with my father. Maybe she wanted a fresh start, so she left them too. I’m not sure, but I think so. Me and my older sister are blonde, brown eyed and tall, exactly like our parents. Our younger sisters are our opposites. They both have long brown hair, blue eyes and are very short, exactly like my mothers new boyfriend. My father probably knows they’re not his children, but also that he can’t throw them out on the street. Somewhere in his mind, he probably loves us.
I’m kind of tall. I would be even taller if I had the proper nutrition, but maybe that’s for the best. Then, I’d probably be one of those people you can see over all the others in a crowd. I don’t like standing out, so I guess I’m happy about that. I’ve got a kind of square face. It bothers me, but I don’t pay too much attention to it. My jawline is clearly marked, and it makes my face look very skinny. I’ve got blonde hair that reached a bit further than shoulder-length. I like my hair, it’s curly and in a beautiful summer-blonde color. It mismatches in a beautiful with my light brown eyes, at least by my opinion. I really like to dress up pretty, it makes me feel good about myself. It doesn’t happen very often though. Sometimes, I get my sister old dresses that she inherited from my mother before she left. I usually only get to wear them on reapings though, and the prettiest dress in the world couldn’t make me feel good on that specific day.
I think I’m a very loyal person, at least from what people have told me. I always take care of my beloved ones. I would say I’m fairly friendly too. My personality matches with most people, since I’m kind of open-minded. I barely ever get in disagreements. I’d prefer to see that as a good characteristic, but it could also be a bit of a flaw. I get used easily, since I always want to please people. I hate denying people I care about anything, which makes me an easy target. I’m strong though. I barely ever let anything get me down. Most of the time, I stay strong for my sisters. My sisters are unlike me in that way. I’m a problem solver, I look for solutions to every problem in my way, and I usually find them.
I remember my younger sister that is closest to me in ages first reaping. It was horrible. I knew, that now my chances were doubled in being reaped. If she was reaped, I would never let her go on. She was refused to let go of my hand, even when we were meant to go in different directions. Tears were streaming down her red, swallowed face. I had to bend her hand out of mine, and tell her that everything was going to be fine. I hate lying, but I had to tell lie in that specific moment. I wasn’t sure it was going to end up as well as it did, so it was a lie. I’m never having children. I’m never going to suffer through lying to my children at their first reaping.
For me, my sisters are the only secure part of life. They are the only ones who I know is never going to abandon me. Our mother left us when right after my youngest sister was born. She didn’t die, he didn’t escape or anything. No, she lives with another man in a house on the other side of the district. She lives in the nice, big house with her fairly rich husband. She had some new children with him, and she never looked back. She doesn’t even look at us if we bump into each other somewhere. I can’t believe how she could be that cruel. She abandoned her own children, for the wealth her new husband could provide.
As you might have guessed, we’re not that rich. We live in a small cottage with our father. He didn’t leave, but he barely stayed either. After my mother left, my father blames us children. It’s not like he hits us or anything like that. He ignores us most of the time, and when he opens his mouth it is only if it’s necessary. I applaud him for providing for us though. He works as a craftsman down in one of the fabrics, the one who works with metal. Honestly, the economics are tight. We’re not going to starve to death, but the starvation leaves its marks. It’s not like we’re going to get chubby anytime soon, if I should express it like that.
As I already mentioned, I got three sisters. I think my younger ones are my mothers new boyfriends kids though. She probably cheated on him while she was with my father. Maybe she wanted a fresh start, so she left them too. I’m not sure, but I think so. Me and my older sister are blonde, brown eyed and tall, exactly like our parents. Our younger sisters are our opposites. They both have long brown hair, blue eyes and are very short, exactly like my mothers new boyfriend. My father probably knows they’re not his children, but also that he can’t throw them out on the street. Somewhere in his mind, he probably loves us.
I’m kind of tall. I would be even taller if I had the proper nutrition, but maybe that’s for the best. Then, I’d probably be one of those people you can see over all the others in a crowd. I don’t like standing out, so I guess I’m happy about that. I’ve got a kind of square face. It bothers me, but I don’t pay too much attention to it. My jawline is clearly marked, and it makes my face look very skinny. I’ve got blonde hair that reached a bit further than shoulder-length. I like my hair, it’s curly and in a beautiful summer-blonde color. It mismatches in a beautiful with my light brown eyes, at least by my opinion. I really like to dress up pretty, it makes me feel good about myself. It doesn’t happen very often though. Sometimes, I get my sister old dresses that she inherited from my mother before she left. I usually only get to wear them on reapings though, and the prettiest dress in the world couldn’t make me feel good on that specific day.
I think I’m a very loyal person, at least from what people have told me. I always take care of my beloved ones. I would say I’m fairly friendly too. My personality matches with most people, since I’m kind of open-minded. I barely ever get in disagreements. I’d prefer to see that as a good characteristic, but it could also be a bit of a flaw. I get used easily, since I always want to please people. I hate denying people I care about anything, which makes me an easy target. I’m strong though. I barely ever let anything get me down. Most of the time, I stay strong for my sisters. My sisters are unlike me in that way. I’m a problem solver, I look for solutions to every problem in my way, and I usually find them.
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