Venus Gravity {D6}
Aug 23, 2015 1:48:04 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Aug 23, 2015 1:48:04 GMT -5
 Codeword: O'dair Age: Sixteen Gender: Female District: Six | Venus Gravity an ass that can blow you out of this world Every now and again I’m caught in reminisce of missing the past. It was a much simpler time when all that mattered was competing with my siblings in a playful game. Even at the age of four they had to deal with my roughhousing and hardhead. They used to claim that’s why my large face is so disproportionate from my body, which makes me self-conscious to this day. But back then I couldn’t careless about anything more then having fun with the ones I loved. The others always held a grudge against Neptune, one that I could never wrap my innocent brain around. While we would all dillydally out in the yard, they pressed him to remain inside and learn from Mother. It was as if they wanted nothing to do with the two of them, and at the time I didn’t comprehend the jealousy they carried. He was Mama’s perfect little boy, entirely the pristine image of the child she wanted. But again all I minded was what fun we were going to have next, exactly how I still am. Unfortunately something occurred and rattled the close bond we all shared. I was only four at the time, but recall it just like every numerous memory I pertain. At the age of five, Neptune finally forced himself upon our lengthy recess hours from chores and learning. Instantly the other’s opposed, and I shrugged it off for whatever was destined to happen. The brutal battle of ‘the last man standing’ was chosen. We would all knock each other to the unpleasant ground, until only one refused to give-up from standing. Usually Mercury or Jupiter would win, but it was always entertaining nonetheless. Then suddenly that game became banned from ever being considered again. Even now I can hear the ear-piercing scream of my brother Neptune. It’s not difficult to remember as a limp still carries him as a result of what happened. He viciously plummeted to the dirt, and before any of us could react a metal rod stabbed straight through his leg. Instantly Mother dashed from the house and was by his side, and her blameful lectures have yet to leave us since. Let’s just say playtime has never been the same. Keeping my distances from my family has sadly been far too easy. School started for me a couple of months after that horrifying incident, and friends stuck to me like the glue boys would dip my hair in. Guess the heart of a social butterfly, and an obtuse head with my scrawny body made me appear unthreatening. Little did they know that my voice grew with my age. Luckily my unforgiving tongue is leashed for the ones I care for, leaving most desiring my good side. Living among my peers has become my top priority at this stage in my life. They provide me with the confidence I strive to achieve from makeup. Beauty has earned its number one place upon my requirement list, and compliments reassure that I’m succeeding. No matter what defaults reflex in the mirror, other’s perspective is all that’s truly seen. If I can paint away all of my flaws what else matters? My large nose can be drawn away by my capturing eyes. And even if my head is rather obnoxious, it’s the picture and not the size that means something. Thankfully the boys don’t seem to mind either. With confidence comes a non-preferred side. Of course I favor being kind to everyone, but if someone tries to deter me from the spotlight, a problem’s doomed to arise. Accusing my parents of causing this unruly need for attention is welcomed, though I doubt I would of turned out any differently in the opposite case. Maintaining the primary focus is simply an instinct I was born with. And I’m not scared of any potential obstacles in my way. Standing at the decent height of 5’5 has done me well. I’m no longer short enough to be seen as a weakling, while not tall enough to be unappealing. My friends know I’ll consistently refrain from the males they’ve claimed, but as far as the rest of that gender in this district…it’s as fair as the games I played with my siblings as a youngster. Single or taken, there’s few boundaries I’m not willing to cross. Guess desperation for all sort of attention has cursed me. While at home things are unsettling quiet for the past few years. Mother is focused upon the outside universe and the only Son she cares for, Neptune. It seems ridiculous why anyone would question why I’d avoid such an environment. Since Father died, and even before, her prime amusement has solely been upon that one. I’ve learned I must have full concern over only myself, which is exactly how I’ve started to live. |
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