Post by bordercollie on Apr 25, 2019 13:04:55 GMT -5
My name is River. I’m 16 years old. Dad says there is a flowing stream of water that you could see from the fence. It’s in one of the valleys of the Appalachians. He and some friends, including a girl that became my mother, would sneak out to the beautiful body of water to hang out, maybe fish, cool off, or just get away from the coal dust that cakes the district.
I’ve never been to the river. But it was what I was named for. Mom says it’s too dangerous, and that they were reckless kids. One day I hope to see it. If I ever get picked for the Games before I get picked, I hope I can see a river in the arena before I die.
One thing that differentiates me from the rest of 12 is that I’m from the merchant class, but I have the black hair, olive skin, and gray eyes of the Seam. My mom was originally from a coal miner family before she married the sweetshop family’s son. They wanted me to be blond so I wouldn’t be riduculed, but obviously that didn’t happen. My mom’s side of the family and dad’s side don’t talk to each other.
Still, I don’t let anyone tell me I’m lesser. In fact, there’s nothing wrong with people from the Seam. I try my best to stand up for myself, but I’m living in two worlds. How do I tell the merchants I’m one of them without insulting the people from the Seam? I look like them.... but I can’t identify with them. As for the merchants... I try to identify with them, but I don’t look like them.
When I’m not going through an identity crisis, I spend most of my time at school, running the shop, or playing the piano. If there’s one thing both of my family sides have in common, it’s music. I got the musical genes I guess. I even have a cousin, the mayor’s daughter, who has the same musical genes I do.
This is when I’m most at peace. Some people want to hear me play, but I reserve that for only certain people since I hate watchful eyes. What can i say? I’m social anxious unless I get really provoked. Some people who hear me play are my parents, but that’s obvious. My best friends, Zachariah Hannlon or Fern White, and of course, my dog Luna.
I’ve never been to the river. But it was what I was named for. Mom says it’s too dangerous, and that they were reckless kids. One day I hope to see it. If I ever get picked for the Games before I get picked, I hope I can see a river in the arena before I die.
One thing that differentiates me from the rest of 12 is that I’m from the merchant class, but I have the black hair, olive skin, and gray eyes of the Seam. My mom was originally from a coal miner family before she married the sweetshop family’s son. They wanted me to be blond so I wouldn’t be riduculed, but obviously that didn’t happen. My mom’s side of the family and dad’s side don’t talk to each other.
Still, I don’t let anyone tell me I’m lesser. In fact, there’s nothing wrong with people from the Seam. I try my best to stand up for myself, but I’m living in two worlds. How do I tell the merchants I’m one of them without insulting the people from the Seam? I look like them.... but I can’t identify with them. As for the merchants... I try to identify with them, but I don’t look like them.
When I’m not going through an identity crisis, I spend most of my time at school, running the shop, or playing the piano. If there’s one thing both of my family sides have in common, it’s music. I got the musical genes I guess. I even have a cousin, the mayor’s daughter, who has the same musical genes I do.
This is when I’m most at peace. Some people want to hear me play, but I reserve that for only certain people since I hate watchful eyes. What can i say? I’m social anxious unless I get really provoked. Some people who hear me play are my parents, but that’s obvious. My best friends, Zachariah Hannlon or Fern White, and of course, my dog Luna.
