Amethyst Zaveri | District Two {FIN}

female | career | district two | sixteen

When my blue eyes flutter open, I see bright light shining in from my window. Pushing my brightly dyed hair out of my face, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and rise to my feet. Glancing at the clock, I see that I've slept in all too late, and quickly throw on a dress, then brushing my hair. It wasn't uncommon for me to sleep in, but I couldn't believe I had done it on reaping day, of all days. I didn't have time to do my makeup or eat breakfast, and hastily made my way out of the door of my home and towards the District Square.

I was in a panic by the time I arrived at the District Square, but I didn't let it show. Since I was a strong-willed individual, I was rather good at hiding any emotions that may cause me to appear weak in the eyes of other people. After all, many people often made fun of me for my family situation, being raised by three women, sisters of one another and aunts of mine, who had taken me in when my parents had died. It resulted in me having to do whatever I could do stand out as strong. I never liked being seen as weak, and that's why I started training for the Hunger Games. I don't know if I'd ever volunteer, but one can never know what circumstances could change their mind. It didn't take long for me to try to stand out in physical appearance, too. I dyed my hair what I've been told are outrageous colors, and I wear the most stylish clothing I can manage to obtain. I feel that this makes people respect me more, which is why I do it.

When the reaping concludes, I'm relieved to find that I have another year of safety, and that no one I know has gone into the Games this time around. Although, I feel sympathy for those that could potentially be losing someone to the Games this year, and those that may be losing their own lives themselves, too. I've always been told I'm a kind soul who is sympathetic towards others. I was sheltered for most of my life, and my aunts didn't want me to do anything that could put me at risk. Of course, they allowed me to express myself with my sense of style, which I'm grateful for. Although, they didn't like that I wanted to start Career training. Eventually, however, I convinced them that it was for my own good and protection, and they ended up letting me do it.

Originally, when I was young, I was raised not to talk to strangers and to keep to myself. This, however, resulted in eventual bullying from people who thought I was cold or ignorant of others. When the bullying started, after time, I confronted my aunts about it, who tried to tell me to just ignore the bullies. This didn't work, though, and I eventually started standing up for myself. It eventually resulted in me being more social and willing to speak to people, even if my aunts weren't huge fans of that. Luckily, when I started to gain friends out of talking to strangers, my dear guardians started to loosen up on how restrictive they were of what they'd allow me to do.

I was home-schooled up until the age of twelve, when I convinced my aunts to allow me to attend public school. I wanted to make friends, as I barely had any that they hadn't specifically introduced me to. At first, I regretted the decision, as that was when the bullying started, but as time went on, things got better. I made a lot of friends, and they would defend me against the bullies. Although, the bullies always found something to tease me about, whether it be my family situation, what a hopeless romantic I am, or the nasty scars on my legs from a childhood injury.

One day, at the age of seven, I had been at home with my aunts, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather. We were outside, and they had me helping them in our small, floral garden, which we'd started years ago and somehow managed to keep alive until then. They had me planting some new flowers, petunias to be exact, but this involved digging up the soil with a trowel. It was hard work for me at a young age, so my dear aunt Flora told me to take a break. Compliant, I got up from the area of the ground where I had been making a hole, and headed over to sit on the bench that we had nearby in our backyard. When I started walking, however, I tripped over a large shovel that was on the ground, and it cut my left leg open. I was crying in pain, and when I tried to get up, I fell again, only to scrape myself up terribly on a rose bush. It was rather traumatic for someone of such a young age. I still have a large amount of scars all over my legs from that day.

I'm a girl of sixteen, now, and I've always been very respectful towards my aunts. They've cared for me since I was six years old, and they've made the past ten years some of the best years of my life. Now, I did love my parents, and I certainly mourn their deaths, but it's hard to say that my aunts don't love me as much as my biological parents did. After all, they mourn my mother's death as much as I do, as they're her sisters. Over the years, despite still being respectful towards my aunts, I have become more independent, doing things on my own. I still prefer to have their approval with what I do in life, though, as it makes me feel more like I'm doing the right thing.

I've been blessed with beautiful, wavy hair that reaches past my shoulders, and I'm grateful for it, as well as everything else that I have in my life. I do, however, know that I have some traits about me that aren't the greatest things. I'm very stubborn towards those aside from my aunts, as I hate being told what to do unless it's by those I really care about. I often wish that people would leave me be when it came to ordering me around. On occasion, I get in trouble at school, which has caused my aunts to consider home-schooling me again, although they have yet to do so.

With a tall and slender figure, I'm often told I'm quite pretty. I adore receiving compliments, although, sometimes I would say that they get my hopes up in the aspect of wanting romance. I've always wanted my own happily ever after, but I've been informed by some that that will never come for me. My face is less of a round shape and a bit more refined, with somewhat pale skin that occasionally ends up with blemishes on it. I have a piercing in my nose, which I think, along with my exotically colored hair, makes me look very different from my aunts, and almost like we're not even family. I do, however, love them dearly, and am not trying to look like we don't belong together. I'm purely trying to express myself in my own way.