Roxi Stoar <D11> FIN

I'm never one to say no to a party. If there's the option to have a good time, I'm probably taking it. By probably, I mean most definitely. Why spend your life being miserable and bored when you could spend it having the time of your life every day? It takes a lot to get me down.

Even the reaping doesn't particularly discourage me. Every year, it's the same thing. We get all dressed up in our nicest clothes, go to the District Square to sign in, stand in our designated age and gender groups, and wait for the District Escort to call some names. Usually, it's either some no-name kid or an Izar, so it doesn't ever effect me. I've got nothing to worry about.

Some people think I'm rude, loud or obnoxious, but that's just because they don't know me well. I mean, I'm still loud, but I don't think that I'm rude or obnoxious towards my friends. I grew up in a family where, if you didn't speak your mind and speak it loudly, you were ignored and talked over. My family doesn't consist of bad people, they're just not the best people. I truly think that my parents are trying their best, but aren't quite able to do what they need to do.

I live with both of my parents, as well as my two younger sisters, Tara and Pasha. Tara just turned ten, a few days after I turned seventeen, and Pasha is eleven. They didn't wait very long between having my siblings, but apparently I was too much to handle until I was about six, because they waited six years to have Pasha after me. They wouldn't even let us get any pets until I was nine. That's when we eventually got our cat, Lefty. We call him Lefty because he's got extra toes on his front left paw.

Lefty has always been my little buddy, sometimes more than any human. He doesn't argue with me, for one, which is nice. I'll admit, I can be the argumentative type sometimes, but that's just if someone won't listen to calm reasoning. Being argumentative is something I've always been told will get me nowhere good in life, but I disagree. If I were in politics, I bet it would help me. As for the Hunger Games, I don't think so. Arguing isn't what gets you through those, it's being able to fight.

Now, I'm not saying I can't fight. I'm just not on the same level as, say, a career tribute in the Hunger Games. I can throw a punch. I can kick or elbow people if I need to. I've never held a weapon in my life, though, unless you count a kitchen knife, which I've never used against someone.

If someone were to ask me what I wanted to do with my life, the answer would probably be exactly what I'm doing right now. I go to school during the day on weekdays, which I'm pretty damn good at. I've always been smart- a good student- especially when it comes to history class. I work during the day on the weekends doing repairs for people on all sorts of things. Watches, jewelry, musical instruments, you name it. Then, at night, I party. It's the good life.

My favorite way to pass time other than school, working and partying would have to be wandering the District and simply people-watching. I observe, seeing what others are up to. Is there someone sitting on a bench, humming a tune? Is there a guy playing guitar in the District Square? Is there a woman sitting in a field, sketching what she sees? Honestly, I quite like seeing what others are up to.

Even with some family struggles here and there (we all do love each other despite it) and some people thinking I'm rude or obnoxious, I think I live a pretty good life. My family si well-off with money. I have a stable job. I do well in school. I get to party pretty much as much as I want to, and I'm almost out of the reaping. Almost.