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drew lynch | eighteen | female | district ten| wallette watson

My skin is a tan tone, since I help my father with the cattle. I work about 5
hours everyday after school taking care of the animals, so I am pretty fit.
I weigh 157 pounds, and I stand at 5'8. I think I am not to skinny, but not to
fat. I am not disappointed in my body, I would rather flaunt it than feel
bad about it. My height, like my weight, I don't think I'm to tall or to short.
I like how much I weigh and I like how tall I am. I don't want to change
anything about my height or weight, to me it is perfect.

My hair is a light shade of brown, and it goes past my shoulders and stops
above my breasts. My hair tips are curly toward the ends, and poke out 
away from me, like they are pointing at something. My hair is usually
let loose, except on reaping days, then it is in a bun, with a few strands
let loose on both sides. When it is not reaping day, my hair on top is
messy, and it puffs out during the day. I usually have to comb it 
back when it does that, or it gets in my face, and distorts my vision.

My face, something that I usually don't want to talk about. There
is nothing wrong with it if you are just walking by me. I have 
thing really hideous mole right next to my lip, and It is hard
for people not to notice it if they are not talking straight to 
you. It bothers me how they just stare at it, and I know they
know that I know they are looking at it. I wish the would just not
stare at it. Anyways, to the good things about my face. My nose is
slim, and has a point on the end, which to me looks good on it.
My lips are big, and long. I wish I had someone to kiss them.

I have small hands, but they are quick. I help my mother
with patching up clothes when I am not doing schoolwork
or helping my father outside with the animals and the yard.
I have thick legs, and I run decently. I run a lot to chase 
down the chickens when the get out of their coop. They
are a hassle to deal with, I'll tell you that. When helping
my father move the hay, I can lift up about 150 lbs
of the hay. I think its good for my body to lift 
something almost over my body weight. 
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I usually avoid crowds. I don't like attention
on me. It draws people over to me, and that
could cause complications between us, and we could
get into a fight, and I would be sent to the counselor or
principal. My family can't really afford me to to be
kicked out of school, because my mother has to work,
so she wouldn't be able to teach me. It's either don't
eat or teach your daughter basic information, but
she got kicked out of school so she can't learn it
with other children her age. That's what my father would say.
Even though he loves me to death, and he would take a
bullet for me, he would still say that, for the greater
good of the family.

I am the shy girl at school, I answer when the teacher
calls on me, but I don't answer when other students
ask me something, so the usually just leave after asking
a million times. I eat alone at lunch, usually staring at my plate
wondering why I don't have any friends. I learned that I
don't have any friends, because I don't do anything
socially, and that really hurt my social status in the school.
It's not like it mattered to me though. What mattered to me
is that my family had a meal to eat every night, and that I
try not to take out any tesserae.

When I do talk to people other than my family
I try to be nice, and not my usual blunt self when I am
talking to my father when we are working hard
outside on the farm. I act normal and I do act shy
to make sure nobody knows that I can actually
be a likable person, the only thing I want to do in
life is help me family, and when I'm older start a family
of my own, but in high school the only thing I need to
focus on is my studies, and get home and get
the things we need done, not loiter at school to
talk to my prissy little friends who need
to shut up and learn something in life except
gossip.

I don't trust anyone in life except myself, and my family.
Those are the really only people you can trust in life,
sometimes you can't even trust your family, but no
matter what I will always love, trust, and cherish my family
for as long as I live. I don't give trust easily, but it is very
easy to loose my trust after you gained it. Its hard to gain it,
very easy to loose it. I don't trust people, because what
if they back stab you and tell the school whole bunch of lies,
and make your super cute boyfriend dump you, because of these
stupid little lies that your jealous friend started. I know what
your thinking, Yes, one of my friends did do that.

When I don't accomplish my goal the first time, it's not
like I would give up and sit unproductively waiting for it to
come to me. That is not how it is in life, you need to fight
for what you want, because someone my just come snatch it
up from you. You don't know when, you don't know how, but someone
could just snatch right under your nose and  you wouldn't
even notice. I get up and try again, and when I reach my goal
it is worth it. I feel awesome that I accomplished something
on my own, and did not have someone get it for me, because that
would be sad, that you wouldn't fight for what you
wanted in life, truly sad if you are one of those
people.
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I was born to two cattle farmers in the rural area of district ten.
Ever since I was born, I was a daddy's girl. I remember my first
word being, "Dada." Ever since that day, My father loved me more
than my mother. It sounds sad, but deep in his heart, he knows he
loves me more than his wife. Mother knows it as well, but she never
mentions it, but you can see it in her eyes. 

2 years old, my first word I spoke was at this age. A very
memorable moment in my life. I spoke these words:
"Dada." My first words that came out of my mouth
were to my wonderful father who takes care of me
in the dark times. I remember seeing his face light up at
that moment, and it seemed like it was the first time he
smiled since he married my mother. I also remember seeing
my mother's face drop, and she looked sadly over to my father.

4 years old, I watched my father drop through the window.
He was exhausted from working for 9 hours straight, he
overworked himself. I remember tears falling from my face so
fast, and I screamed, jumped on my mother and pointed out the
window, knowing something bad happened to my father.
I remember seeing my mother pick me up so fast, and
get out of the seat with me in her arms, and go 
outside so fast. She sat me down, and ran over to my 
father and put some water in his mouth. He had to rest 
for a while, before momma let him up. My mother
told me that he worked to hard, and that he needed help.
That is when I started going outside to help him when
he needed help. That year my mother sparked something
in my mind, to help my family, and never let that happen
to my mother or my father again.

6 years old, I went out with my mother to her friends
house, and I was to play with her child while she and
her friend discussed adult matters, she said. I played with her
daughter, but she was really snobby and rude. When I asked
to play with her toy, she picked it up and threw it at me, and
said, "Go Get it Doggy." At a young age, I couldn't 
handle insults like that, so I said one back at her. She 
swung at me with her toy, so I hit her in the face
and shove the toy into her face. She started crying, and
her mother came in with my mother. The girls mother
started screaming at me and my mother. My mother 
slapped her and told her not to say that about her daughter.
Mother picked me up, and we never went to her house
again.

8 years old, a boring time in my life, I have to say.
Not very eventful. 10 years old, I was at school that day.
I was at lunch with my friend, Ivey, when I heard chanting.
"Fight, Fight!" I walked over to see the girl from 4 years ago,
fighting Ivey's sister, Numera. Ivey jumped in the fight,
and so did I, to protect my friend. I punched the girl,
then kicked her in the side. She grabbed my leg, and tugged.
I fell over, and fell right on top of Ivey. Then the girl bit my
leg, super hard and the stomped on it, causing it to bleed.
Numera got up and tugged on the girls hair, and then I
moved my leg, and swept the girls legs out from under
her, and till this day I can remember the sound over her
head colliding with the ground and the blood the came
out with it.

12 years old, my first reaping that year. I was
nervous as hell. I had a gut feeling that something
bad was going to happen, nothing did, but still
two innocent lives were taken that year to be
slaughterd in an arena. It was sickening to see
the faces of kids about to be dead in a couple of days.
Sick. Just plain old sick. I remember the deaths of them.
The guy from 1 won that year, the 62nd games I believe.
Don't remember who killed them, I just remember
the tears forming from my eyes as I watched
their lives being taken away from them by heartless monsters.

14 years old, probably another uneventful year. School
and chaught up with crap. I am sick up putting
up with crap at school, sick of it! 16 years old,
is when I got my first boyfriend. He was a cutie.
I cherished him, as he cherished me. We would
hang out when I wasn't doing anything at home or
school work. Then 2 weeks after we started dating rumors
that I had a STD surfaced around the school, and he
left me. I was devestated. A day after the rumors
started I found out that my best friend, Ivey, started them
and then a day after that Ivey started dating my 
ex-boyfriend. I remember saying that I
will never fall in love with a guy like that again, they
are just to much trouble, and that is why
I don't have any friends, because I am to afraid
to get a friend, paranoid that they would do that
to me.

18 years old, the age I am now. Still same old,
same old. The only thing different, is that I am older.
Still alone at the lunch table, no one to comfort me
except the warm, welcoming arms of the
family that I still have, and I always think of 
the day when my father could have died.

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