Ella Yandle District 4 Finally Finished.

It was Saturday, Saturday morning, the parents are up and already packing for their fishing trip. I usually don't attend, no, I usually come and stay by the lake with my siblings and occasionally some friends. I wore my usually loose white linen shirt, along with a dark black skirt, and dark black hiking boots smeared with dirt.

Before I knew it, we were off.

Laughter, I hear laughter, I hear the squealing of children as they began to splash water at their friends. I stared at the dark clear blue water, why is it so clear?  I stared at my reflection, my blue eyes, I remember my friends' reaction to them, sometime its light as a whitish gray color, and sometime its the same color of the clear blue sky. My lips were a pale pink with a hint of orange. My skin was pale but some areas are lightly tanned that matched perfectly with my pale blonde hair which do occasionally look gold at some angle. After a few minutes, I noticed that I was staring at my reflection for around 2-3 minutes. God, I must of look so stupid. 

After wasting a second looking at the sky which was a mixture of pale pink, orange, and red, I finally stood up and walked to my siblings. They were already changed into their swim suits and was trying to fill their plastic water gun which is surprisingly large and can fill up to a volume of 38 ounces. 

I gave a playful smile and gestured for them to pass my blue and black water gun which seemed to be already filled, "Hey, pass me my water gun, would ya?"

I watched as my brother, a dark blonde boy with striking ice blue eyes, handed me my water gun. He was in his swimwear of a pair of trouser with the color of blue and white with a simple design. His skin tone was pale which was ironic since he spend most of his day in the sun. Next to him is my sister, she is exactly like me but shorter by a few inches, she is 12. The only difference between us isn't just height, she too, do have striking ice blue eyes. Her swimwear was a white tank top and a pair of black waterproof trouser, almost exactly the same as my swim wear, but my is a dark blue tank top and black trouser.

"Hey, I'm going to change and I'll be right back!" I said rushing toward the small changing room that's a few yards away. I quickly change to my swimwear and rushed out with my water gun in the air.

Suddenly I recalled a sharp memory. I was 4, I remember having an older sister, she was 12 years older than me, 16, yes 16, she was 16 at the time. It was during a fishing trip, my mom, my dad, and my brother went, we were home for a while until my sister got a call from her boyfriend, he asked if she wanted to go to the beach him. Since my sister was madly in love with him, she agreed. After we reach the beach, my sister hanged out with him for a while before she realized I was walking toward the water, the waves begin to increase each moment. I was a stupid kid, doing stupid things, but I was thankful that my sister went in and grabbed me out to shore...

But, she didn't come out herself, I remember staring at her corpse as the lifeguard tried to save her. I remembered it clearly as it was yesterday. I killed her. I killed her. What made it worse is that I grew up looking just like her before she died, what made it worst is that after the funeral, our lives went to normal, we didn't have the money to mourn.

Tears was streaming down my cheek as my younger sister snapped me back to reality. "Hey, you alright?" I gave her a small smile, "Yea, beating you up always bring a smile to my face!" I said rushing toward the lake. 

I was there first, obviously, I was the fastest runner in our school with the mile time of 5 minutes. I graduated the top of my class every year with perfect grades in accuracy and speed. I wasn't gullible like my sister, who believed everything told to her. I succeed at everything, well, most things. I was fast in speed and agility, but in strength, I'm pathetic. I could be easily crushed but thankfully to my speed, I could escape. I know how to fish, weave nets, skin fish, use a knife, a trident, ya'know, the common weaponry in district 4. You might be wondering, Who the hell will teach a 14 year old in fighting. I have a cousin, she was fortunate to have enough money to buy training classes in case she was selected to be in the "Hunger Games." She was able to teach me after me constantly begging her to.

My brother was the "pretty boy," he doesn't seem to be interested in popularity or fighting. He just want to fish, my sister is like an angel, everyone loved her, she may look like me but, she was much more brighter, much energized.

My personality isn't like them, I am not considered "pretty," I am not truly optimistic, I may act like one, but deep inside I'm dead. I guess you want to know my strength and weaknesses by now. 

I am pretty brave, I am not afraid to do what I want, therefore, I am always the first to run. I'm clever, I can be elegant if I want to, but I'm usually my tomboyish self. I'm fair and always loyal to the ones I truly trust. I prefer to use logic, over hope and "the belief of magic," and lastly, I'm very neat and organized.

 Flaws, everyone have flaws, after all, everyone is human, right? I am really impatient and I can lose my temper really fast. I tend to be really moody when I'm not with my friends or family. I'm often sarcastic and selfish, but those traits often happen around those I despised. Lastly, I can be really nervous at some time, especially at times where I know almost for sure I will fail. But the feeling of success at that time is amazing.

"Hey, you coming?" my sister said already getting in the lake.

"Yea, wait up!" I replied with a bright smile.