Rebella Auberon | District 2 | WIP
Dec 24, 2014 15:38:08 GMT -5
Post by cressida on Dec 24, 2014 15:38:08 GMT -5
"Sometimes I worry that I'll drop dead one day and no one will remember me the next. I'm small, insignificant if you will. I'm fairly normal, if you don't count my weird... obsessions. My mother told me that I should write my life story if I'm so worried, so that perhaps one day someone might find my book and think I'm not so... plain."
FIFTEEN | FEMALE | DISTRICT 2 | CAREER
Let's get something straight. I know how to fight, how to use knives and swords, but I don't like to. I'm not very brave at all, and I constantly worry that I'm going to put someone's eye out. Or worse: my own eyes. My brothers and sisters love to learn to use weapons and fight with their bare hands, but I'm just... well I don't know. I guess I'm just too much of a worry wart. Besides, if I was ever put in the Hunger Games I'd be one of the first ones killed. My hair is such a bright, red color that I'd be an immediate target to whoever was around. That or my white skin would stick out against the brush.
I guess I do have some advantages, though. I'm physically fast, standing at five feet tall and weighing a little more than one hundred pounds. I have strong legs—and that really helps when you're trying to escape death. Don't you think so, too? Besides that, nothing's really that impressive about me. I lack voluptuous curves and my breasts are practically nonexistent. Sometimes I worry that the boys judge me behind my back. They'll look and watch me with their friends and suddenly start laughing about something. Am I supposed to take that as a compliment or is that something I'm supposed to worry about? Am I actually pretty, or do they think I'm weird?
Above anything else, the only feature that I've got direct compliments on are my eyes. They're the prettiest color blue—or at least I think so. My mother always taught me not to rely on others for a way to look at myself. She tells me I am pretty, no matter if the boys tell me that or not. The girls tell me I'm pretty, though. Maybe I'm better suited for them instead? No, I could never be with a girl. That's weird.
It's much easier to talk about the bad things about me than the good. For some reason I've always thought that telling people the good parts of me would make me seem arrogant... conceited. It also helps that I've always been a little insecure about my looks and the things I say. Maybe it's one of the reasons I've never had many friends.
I've always been a little afraid to talk about my real feelings. Ever since I was younger I've been super awkward around people... particularly boys. I love them. Trust me. I've always wanted to be the type of girl who could go up and talk to a boy without worrying that he was going to laugh in my face. I'm not even like that with only the boys I like—I'm like that with all of them. I'm less awkward around girls, but it's a shame that I'm not very girly. Like... I'm not sure. A lot of them are training for the Hunger Games—if they ever happen to be reaped—but I have a feeling that I'd want someone to volunteer for me if I was actually the girl who got reaped.
If you really want to hear the good things about me, I'll give an effort. I don't really understand the full extent of how each trait really suits me, but they're the only words I can think of to describe me. If anything else, I'm a rational, disciplined person. I know how to stick to a personal timetable and get things done on time. I've never been one for social outings, and I'd rather sit at home and read than go to a party with some of the other kids from school. I'm not really the one for doing things that involve talking to other people.
I like to imagine what the future will be like once the days of worrying about the Hunger Games are over. Will I ever come out of my shell? Will I get married and have a family of my own? I sure hope so. I might seclude myself from my peers right now, but I don't want to die alone. That's the whole reason I'm writing this.
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FIFTEEN | FEMALE | DISTRICT 2 | CAREER
I guess I do have some advantages, though. I'm physically fast, standing at five feet tall and weighing a little more than one hundred pounds. I have strong legs—and that really helps when you're trying to escape death. Don't you think so, too? Besides that, nothing's really that impressive about me. I lack voluptuous curves and my breasts are practically nonexistent. Sometimes I worry that the boys judge me behind my back. They'll look and watch me with their friends and suddenly start laughing about something. Am I supposed to take that as a compliment or is that something I'm supposed to worry about? Am I actually pretty, or do they think I'm weird?
Above anything else, the only feature that I've got direct compliments on are my eyes. They're the prettiest color blue—or at least I think so. My mother always taught me not to rely on others for a way to look at myself. She tells me I am pretty, no matter if the boys tell me that or not. The girls tell me I'm pretty, though. Maybe I'm better suited for them instead? No, I could never be with a girl. That's weird.
I've always been a little afraid to talk about my real feelings. Ever since I was younger I've been super awkward around people... particularly boys. I love them. Trust me. I've always wanted to be the type of girl who could go up and talk to a boy without worrying that he was going to laugh in my face. I'm not even like that with only the boys I like—I'm like that with all of them. I'm less awkward around girls, but it's a shame that I'm not very girly. Like... I'm not sure. A lot of them are training for the Hunger Games—if they ever happen to be reaped—but I have a feeling that I'd want someone to volunteer for me if I was actually the girl who got reaped.
If you really want to hear the good things about me, I'll give an effort. I don't really understand the full extent of how each trait really suits me, but they're the only words I can think of to describe me. If anything else, I'm a rational, disciplined person. I know how to stick to a personal timetable and get things done on time. I've never been one for social outings, and I'd rather sit at home and read than go to a party with some of the other kids from school. I'm not really the one for doing things that involve talking to other people.
I like to imagine what the future will be like once the days of worrying about the Hunger Games are over. Will I ever come out of my shell? Will I get married and have a family of my own? I sure hope so. I might seclude myself from my peers right now, but I don't want to die alone. That's the whole reason I'm writing this.
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