Penny Thistle / District 12 / CB (Fin)

Name: Penny Thistle
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 12
Story:

I narrate my life. Sometimes out loud. Some people think it is strange; some people think I am crazy. Granny says it ain't so. She says it with conviction in her voice, and I know she is speaking the truth. Her truth. This is the thing about stories: You say the same words, and everyone hears a different story.
I am good at telling stories. It is a family gift. Granny tells them too, and she says my mother did as well, but I barely remember. Granny raised me; I got all my stories from her. Well, her, and people who did not know I was listening. What makes people think that if someone is blind, they are also deaf?...
I am not deaf. And I am not impaired (it is a word they use often). I have five senses like everybody else: Hearing. Touch. Taste. Smell.
Story.

I am a storyteller. It is the only way for a blind girl in District Twelve to make money (the only one I am good at, anyway). I carry old stories, ancient ones maybe, and songs, lots of songs. People stop by when I sit outside and sing. And then they stay for the stories.

Stories have power. Everyone knows this. The Capitol knows this. Their stories are different, and I make sure mine never intersect with theirs. My stories are harmless entertainment - fairies, dragons, princesses. Nonexistent creatures. 

Stories make sense of the world around us, one way or another. People crave them, and they come to me, like they used to come to Granny. I sell them my stories, because I have to eat, but I don't care what they pay me with. Sometimes I crave companionship more than I crave food. I am usually hungry anyway. I'm used to it.  

Note: Didn't get Reaped this year, so I am using my CB.