emory briddle - d11 - done

You never asked to be born into a family which owns the largest horse farm in District Eleven.

It doesn't hurt, though.

You always felt like you were just above the rest, someone who was better than your classmates and peers because of how you were born. Ever since you were a kid, you recognized that you were better off than others, and you rationalized in your brain that that's because you were just better.

Of course, people have always called you out for it. The annoying girls in your class, the employees on your farm who you would torment as a child, and even your own siblings who grew to be disgusted by you. You never cared, though. This was your prerogative; people who were worse than you would always hate you, so it is your right to hate them.

It doesn't help that your parents always boosted your ego either.

My Handsome Little Heir your mother used to call you. They were both obsessed with accumulating their wealth and making sure it was passed on properly, so they've been grooming you from a young age. Those around you were never entirely sure whether or not your parents were inadvertently doing this to you, but what everyone who knows your family knows is that their constant and somewhat absurd praise from a young age made you feel invincible.

You would always make sure that people praise you, too, and it's what made you a monster.

Each day you would go to the barns to run around the employees, yelling at them to do different tasks for you and to tell you how amazing you are. They always did as they were told. What else could they do? There wasn't much work to find in District Eleven and they quickly realized that any words spoken against you brought down the wrath of your parents. So they quieted their anger to tell you how amazing you are, how special you are, how much of an amazing boss you will be when your parents finally kick it and you get the run of the farm.

They told you everything you told them; they said everything you wanted to hear.

Your confidence and ego just grew with your age, each year bringing more assurance that you were who you thought you were, perfect. Everyone who said otherwise only hated you for being better than them, and you would make sure anyone who hurts you now will get what's coming to them once you get control of the farm.

Your family's horses go everywhere throughout Panem. Capitolites pay top dollar for horses to carry them around the city, and the gamemakers always put in special requests for the horses who carry tributes to their doom at opening ceremonies. It was always a source of pride for you and your family each time you turned on the television to see a horse that you grew up with on screen in front of everyone. They are a testament to your family's wealth and the power that you will wield soon.

That doesn't stop people from trying to hurt you. You often hear their envious words whispered behind your back. They'll call you rude and insolent, but you know that their disrespect will not go unpunished in the future.

With a vengeful heart, you keep a list hidden in your room. In the nightstand drawer next your bed is that sheet of paper with all the names of people you would get back at once you finally have control of your parents fortune. It was only a matter of time and you know that you'll be the main recipient of your parent's will since they've told you that before.

Each morning you sit in bed and take a few minutes to breath, clearing your mind of negativity and assuring yourself that you are better than those around you, that nothing will bring you down.