Zee harrows~District 11

My features are distributed evenly between good, bad, and neutral. My smile is perhaps my favorite part of how I look. It always looks pretty, even when I just have my lips straight at times. Which they often are not frowning nor smiling but straight because I tend to be thinking a lot of times and have less time to focus on my expressions. My eyebrows could use some work because they always make me look like I am scowling, which I do not like. My nose also is a bit chubbier than I would like while my cheeks are given a sunken in look due to not eating as much as I should.

My body overall does not look like I am a starving child exactly although it could use some weight to look a bit healthier. My neck is by far a bit too long while my feet are the perfect size at about seven inches. This allows me to get a good grip on the trees but allows me to not get my feet stuck in the trees. My fingers are a little bit too small but nimble making my specialty job even easier to complete. My eyes are said to be piercing brown and I have yet to figure out if thats a good or bad thing. My hair is brown bushy and curly just like my mom. I tend to keep my hair at a medium length so it keeps its shine quality but does not get in the way of my work.I also stand at five foot five with dark brown skin. I have quite a few scars from my work but none that show up too badly.

I would like to think that I care decently enough about people. After all it is my job in the fields to provide first aid, I must be able to care about people. I have a laugh that can brighten up anyones day but sometimes I can laugh at the wrong times. My problem is I think life should be fun, and well others like to weep in their sorrows I just am not into that stuff. So yes you wont find me crying on someone's shoulders or telling people how I feel. Don’t get me wrong I don’t want them to be in pain in fact I am the person who tries to stop the pain, but when people talk about their parents being jerks or their sister stealing a piece of their bread it just seems kind of odd to me and the only response I have is a laugh. This of course has lead me to a select few friends, and mainly them being my siblings who understand me.

I am a pacifist. You wont find me getting into a fight if I don’t have to. A lot of people say that I am a coward because more likely than not I will admit that I am wrong rather than get into a physical altercation... even if I was right. I am very opinionated about the capitol, but tend to keep it to myself. I do however have a exception for people complaining. That is when they complain about the capitol. I wont ever laugh at that type of stuff in fact I will straight out agree. I am disgusted by the capitol’s means of keeping the districts controlled so I am 100% okay with people ranting about how bad the capitol is.

I am decently intelligent, except that I am easily taken advantage of. Its true I have no sense of negotiation tactics. In fact that is half the reason why I work far into the fields and tend to get loaded up with weekend shifts more than anyone else. I tend to agree with things real easily. In fact on top of working far into the fields the second someone offered me to be the first aid person I agreed. I just nodded. I did not realize that I could disagree to more work until after I told my parents. I honestly believed what they said in school, “ Those who work the hardest will get rewarded.” So naturally I agreed to the most work, and naturally I still think like that in the split second it takes to say yes, leading me to regretfully remember that it really does not work like that only after the fact. I suppose one can say I was brainwashed by the capitol with that motto. Some how me hating the capitol and me listening compliments each other. In case you did not know that was sarcasm so yeah I am a sarcastic person as well.

I was the first child born of four. I have two sisters 15and 13 and a brother 12.My parents make a decent amount of money as far as district eleven is concerned. We are not starving but we tend to go to bed more hungry than we would like. My grandparents live with us and help to support everyone. They tend to make the clothes for all of us. My family have always been decently happy people. Perhaps its because we have each other, or because we can afford to feed ourselves, or both.

my grandma harrow gave me the gift of my name. By gift I mean the curse. Yes zee. It was her idea to give it to me. Since I was the first born my parents were freaking out about what would happen if I got reaped. My grandma who thinks she is very wise, said to my parents that I should be named Zee. “Zee” so no one would take that name serious. That if some how I was reaped that they would think the name was a fluke and put it back in the bowl. I tend to laugh at this story because I am not going to lie but it shows how much she cares but I don’t think it will work to be completely honest, plus what would have happened if I was beaten up too badly before I even got to the reaping age?

I laugh now but I was honestly bullied as a child because of my name. I still sort of am but I have grown to ignore it. After school I am sent off to work in the fields anyways so I suppose I just don’t care enough to say anything back. I started working in the fields at age eight. For a year I did work with my parents but sadly a year later I agreed to be moved to a farther field. By farther it is the farthest field of district eleven. I admit it, it was a stupid mistake. I would of asked to be switched but I knew there would be no substitutions to take my space, making me asking just a waste of time.

To make matters worst at age ten I once again said yes to something with out completely thinking it through. I agreed to take on another job. That job being first aid person. I get paid little to no more money but I have to work until everyone else is done collecting their fruit quota. That is because we are the farthest field someone has to be there in case someone gets hurt, to bandage them up and perform emergency procedures so they don’t get an infection or even worse die before they can get to the hospital. So naturally I cant end my shift when I have picked enough fruit, I have to be there till the end. Now I don’t mind it now that my training is over but for a couple of years every free moment was spent training to be a good first aid person. Anyways my life is pretty ordinary and I am quite content with it.