Silver Naysmith | Female | Sixteen | District 7
Aug 6, 2019 2:37:10 GMT -5
Post by Alexis on Aug 6, 2019 2:37:10 GMT -5
Name: Silver Naysmith
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 7
Silver is malleable and soft, sparkles and shines, and can carry great power. Silver, in every way, is just like that. Though her name comes from the Silver Burch tree, she prefers to tell people her name stems from the highly expensive metal. With hair as brown as the bark off a willow and eyes to match, she is as kind as a heavy rain is to dry field. Her bubbly and truly precious personality lights up a room, leaving no one unsettled. She doubts herself to often, while others might give her more credit than deserved. Silver has a talent of making even the most minor cog feel important. Silver is golden.
Chapter One
A raspy voiced man is speaking, his voice full of excitement, he is telling a story. Sat in front of him are three children, he is their father. They sat oldest to youngest. The oldest being a 12 year old boy, the middle child being a 9 year old boy, and the youngest being a 5 year old girl. The oldest's name was Salix, the middle child's name was White and the youngest's name was Silver. Their father spoke of his day at work. He was a lumber Jack as they lived in District Seven. The story was about how a ginormous tree was being cut down, and that a branch fell and hit his coworker in the head. Oh how the children laughed. Then a women entered the room, their mother, Mrs Naysmith. She came in with a warm energy. She said "Oh not another one of daddies stories, its time for you to get to bed my dears". She rushed all her children to bed. Nights like these were common in the Naysmith's house. Though their home was old. and used by the Naysmiths before them.. it was their home. Nights like these carried on for years to come.
The sun would rise, the sunlight only partially hit their house due tot he amount of tall trees around them. The fog was very very heavy, and you could hear birds chirping their way through the trunks and tons of branches. The sound of cooking is heard throughout the forest. The epitome of the sound is from the Naysmiths residence. Bacon is sizzling, eggs are scrambling, this is all the work of Mrs Naysmith. Mrs Naysmith would scream "KIDS BREAKFAST IS REAAADYYYYY!!". The bangs from them running down the steps echo through their home and onto the street. They'd all be running into each other and fighting over who sat where, but not Silver. Silver stood behind them. Silver picked her seat last. After eating their breakfast quick their mother would let them know they needed to go before they were late. "Come on kids, get outside before you are late for school, I will see you guys this afternoon". All three children grabbed their very worn backpacks and left.
As the kids walked to school down the tree surrounded roads they were joined by other children close to their age, and then more, and then more. Then they would all reach the school building. A small brick building, with boarded up windows, that all of the children would fit into, children of all ages would cram inside and learn. They were taught all about the capital, and all about how to work with Lumber. Silver just sat and took in as much knowledge as possible. Not because she wanted to but because that's what she was told to do.
Chapter Two
Its years later, the house is still rundown, yet still standing in the spot. The birds chirp the same. The wind explores the trees as it did years prior, But as the years went on Silver began to blossom into a nice young lady. She changed from a child to a young women. The Reapings made her grow up quick, seeing her peers leave to die year after year, she became accustomed to loss. Luckily her and her brothers were never reaped. Though every year they face the fate that all other children do.
In school Silver was always a fan of the more creative courses. She liked art class specifically. Over the years Silver developed a love for fashion and the creativeness that can be used in that type of art. In the districts the thought of being a designer was a joke. That didn't stop her dream. She would spend hours gathering what materials she could find in any place she could. One time she was caught in the trash scavenging for used burlap. She ran away and ended up using it to make a beautiful draped skirt.. A little cheap but she did her best. She was raised to believe her best was always good enough. Maybe one day she will be trained in design, and be a designer for the games.. That's her dream.
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