Clementine Shim | District Five

Looking in the mirror, I can tell that I'm a tall girl compared to a lot of others that I know. The blue of my eyes is striking and my hair is a dark forest. My thin brows rest a bit low on my face, and my cheekbones are sharp. When looking at myself, I'd say that my round face and pale complexion compliment the rest of my appearance nicely. I'm very thin and frail, though I wouldn't say that I'm very clumsy.

Although I may be visually appealing to most, I have flaws, of course, just like everyone else. One of my legs is shorter than the other, which results in me being somewhat of a slow runner. My feet are slightly different sizes, and I have rather long limbs. With how thin and frail I am, it causes my wrists to be rather small, to the point where your could touch your thumb and index finger together, had you tried to wrap them around my wrist. I have a rather simple style of dress as well. I tend to wear plain colored clothing without any sort of patterns, as I figure that my appearance already stands out enough as it is, and I don't need to make myself any more noticeable.

I used to be the kind, innocent girl that everyone loved. Ever since I lost a relative of mine, Sol Shim, to the Hunger Games, I've been much different. I've started to shut myself away from others. When people try to talk to me, I'm not always the most polite in return, as I'm likely to snip at them with my tone of voice and the words that I use. I've even become somewhat violent at this point in my life, disobeying rules and sometimes physically lashing out at those who mention Sol. I try to keep my mind off of the Hunger Games, but at this point in my life, it's nearly impossible.

I'm sixteen years old, meaning that I'm entered in the reaping. I fear for my life each year, not wanting to end up with the same fate as Sol. I remember watching on the screen as he died. When it happened, I started yelling and screaming. I would throw things and lash out, more frustrated than I ever had been. When I was younger, before that happened, I used to care about others. Now, the only people I care about are myself and my family. I have very few friends, but that doesn't bother me as much as some people might think that it would.

Being solitary has been what has prevented me from going any more insane than I already feel that I am. I shut myself away from the world to get away from hearing about its terrors. Terrifying things happen in Panem every day, and I don't want to be involved in the next mishap. I feel weak sometimes, due to how easily frightened I get now. I'm scared by miniscule things, such as a crash, something breaking, or even the most distant scream.

Having a lot of relatives can be a scary thing when you're living in Panem. This is because there's a much greater chance of having someone who you love and care about being chosen for the games. Sol Shim was picked for the games, and he was my brother. I never want to have to face the loss of someone so close to me ever again. My siblings that are currently alive are Hayk, Callixtus and Rhonwen. I hope that I never have to see them die like I had to for Sol.

I grew up with a lot more friends than I have now. I used to hang out with any person that liked me enough. Now, however, I tend to avoid people and have very few friends. Before Sol got picked for the games, I never thought it would happen to anyone that I knew. I thought that we were all safe, despite our somewhat larger sized family. I never even thought of death as a possibility for anyone that I knew.

In my free time, I used to like to be social. Now, in my free time, I read, write, draw or do other things that I am able to do on my own. I almost always have my sketchbook and a pencil with me, as it keeps my mind off of the terrifying things in this world. Sometimes I wish I could leave the District and become a wanderer, but I know that I'd never make it out in the wilderness. I'd never be able to stay away from the Peacekeepers, and I'd probably die, due to my lack of survival skills.