Clarity Lizet // District 4 // Complete

Clarity Lizet // District 4 // Complete Sept 7, 2014 12:45:30 GMT -5

Post by Ailera on Sept 7, 2014 12:45:30 GMT -5

Clarity Lizet

running back again

How do you describe yourself without sounding either vain or ugly? I don't like to describe myself, I prefer to scrutinized myself and pick out only the things that people wouldn't notice. How my ears come out just a little too far, and I have to hide it with my hair or look like a monkey. Or, perhaps, how my face is too long in proportion to my face. On the other hand, I have smoke colored eyes. Grey colored with clouds of white and shots of ice darting out from the center. Perhaps it is a reflection of my vision. The vision my father determined was wrong, but I've never seen a problem with. He calls it colorblind. I see yellow, but everything else is confusing and frustrating.

I am 5'3", but slim and strong. My legs are smooth and well shaped, and I know they are pretty. My arms are lanky but don't look too bad. Over my spiny back I let fall a medium length head of hair. It should be brown, but what I gather most about it is how soft it is. I wash it often in an attempt to keep the smell out, but I can't get rid of the smelly-sock scent that follows me everywhere. Some get used to it, some just avoid me.

I'm not an outspoken person, and I'm usually very doubtful of my decisions. If someone has an idea before mine, I will smile and back them up, assuming mine was wrong. I don't like to fight, but when it comes to peacekeepers I often have to bite my tongue and walk the other way. I try to act like people would want me to, and because of that I can seem stiff if no one is talking to me. I like to be around people, and I like to hear what others have to say when they aren't asking me to contribute. I am in no way a loner, because without someone to run to I probably wouldn't run at all.

I don't have a desire to swim, but learning how was almost necessary. I don't feel right in water, and on occasion I find myself reluctant to get near it. I can be a little prissy sometimes, although its usually on accident. I'm honest, but I have a way of telling the truth and masking it behind a few sweet words. I'm not the most creative person, and am by far artistic, but I have my moments of genius when a sudden idea will come, and I can amaze even myself. My only downfall is that when I get an idea, its all I can think about.

I have a job with the mail system. It took me a long time to get the job, but I managed to lie about my age and prove to be one of the best employees they'd ever had. I deliver dozens of letters and packages a day by foot. When I'm not working, I'm running for fun. I need to keep myself out of trouble. My father is getting to busy to spend time with me nowadays, but when we are together I know he is almost the closest person to me in the world. My mother and I are distant, and I'm an only child. I am okay with that, I can't imagine having ten brothers like my friend.

I don't know how I ended up this way. My skin is dry, but I stand on wet sand, gazing out onto the waters. I watch a boat lazily trailing by the horizon. I've never set foot on a ship, nor did I intend to. My place was with my feet firmly planted on the ground, where I was always sure of my footing. I can run for miles and never lose step once. I don't trip and I don't run into anyone. When I lose myself, I keep my footing. For sixteen years my feet have touched the ground. In District 4, by age six everyone knows how to swim. I knew how to run a mile in twelve minutes. I learned how to swim when I was twelve, and by then I could run it in six.

I remember early mornings with my dad. He would wake me up before the sun and pull me out of bed. He would slowly push me around the house, making me get dressed, grab a piece of bread and drink a cup of water. Then he would get me out the door, and suddenly I was awake. I was determined to keep up with him. At first, I stood no chance. He was tall and fast, and I was short and slow. For a long time I ran only a little while, until my father circle back around the road in our cluster of houses and picked me up. He'd run home with me giggling. Then we'd do it again in the afternoon.

When I was eight I met my best friend. I remember the day clearly, how I was running past a dock. She was with a cluster of boys, which I later learned were her brothers. I don't remember why I stopped, but I did, very close by, and stopped to watch what they were doing. I didn't understand much about boats, but they were discussing something that sounded complicated and I was bored. She noticed me and smiled, so I waved at her. Later, we recognized each other and introduced ourselves.