Amy Blunzon (District 7)

Amy Blunzon (District 7) Sept 5, 2012 14:09:14 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2012 14:09:14 GMT -5

Amy Blunzon

{Female}{Age 14}{District 7}

~~Somewhere there's a mountain~~
~~It must be far away~~
~~Cause I stand on my tiptoes~~
~~And I can't see a thing~~

~Appearance~

It is easy to see that I am nowhere near the
prettiest girl of my age in district 7. I have never really measured my
height but I know that I am shorter than most of the people around
my age, which can be useful if I ever want to go somewhere
undetected. Like the others I am skinny from the little food that we
recieve in our district but instead of being muscular from moving
heavy lumber around constantly I am weak and fragile in stature as
there is little that I can really do to build up my strength. My skin is
very pale and instead of being smooth and silky it is slightly bumpy
as if I permanantly have goosebumps. Although I have never tested
it myself I know that my skin has a salty taste, a symptom of my
illness that I have to life with unfortunately. When I look in the
mirror I sometimes wish I looked more like the prettier girls in my
district but then again my looks make me unique so I can't really
complain about them.

My hair is probably one of my best assets. I have light brown hair
that flows down to just below my shoulders. It is straight and
slightly silky making it seem that I put little effort into doing my hair
every day at all. Well, I really don't but that isn't the point here. My
eyes are a deep shade of brown with grey spots showing in them if
anyone looks into them close enough to spot it. I have light brown
eyebrows that are just a little bit lighter than my hair. They are
thinner than some others but this doesn't bother me as very few
people look at them anyway. My nose is average size, nothing
special there really, thankfully. My lips are a very pale shade of pink
and are chapped most of the way around them. They conceal teeth
that are less than pretty but not completely hideous compared to
some in my district. Oh, there is one thing I never mentioned. There
is something in my genes that have made my left leg slightly
shorter than my right. Although it is rarely noticed I always feel it
when I wake up in the mornings and it makes me feel scared of
people knowing about it, so better not tell everyone about it.

On to my choice of outfits to wear. To be honest there isn't really
many choices for me because even if the families here have more
money than those of the outlying districts but we still live in poverty
and cannot afford many clothes. It is even harder for me when it
comes to trousers or jeans because of one of my legs being shorter.
It costs for my mum to get the materials to adapt them for me to
wear. Most days I wear the same outfit, one that has fit comfortable
for a while. It is a pair of blue jeans that my mum has sewn up in
the leg for me, a plain white t-shirt that fits loosely around my
fragile frame and a small black cardigan. Well, it isn't much of a
cardigan but it covers my arms in slightly colder weather so it does
it's job. I have a pair of plain black shoes to complete this outfit and
protect my feet when I venture outside of my house. When it comes
to formal occasions I have an outfit I love to where. A dress would
make me feel too self concsiouss so I have a smart pair of black
trousers with which I wear a white blouse and a red cardigan. I still
wear the same shoes though as it is too expensive to buy even
more pairs.

~~Somewhere there's a mountain~~
~~With flowers in the spring~~
~~I will take my shoes off~~
~~And break the mountains stream~~

~Personality~

When people pass me in the street I see some of
the look at me with sympathy. They are the ones who either know
my mother or know me personally. However I wish that they
wouldn't. I want them to look at me with genuine smiles and be
happy. I guess it shows that I am a friendly person who wants
people to be happy and not upset at life, which is something they
can't change even if they try and I think I speak with some authority
in that area of conversation. If I could change my life there would
too many things to change I would get totally carried away with it
and end up doing more than I should do. Something inside me
starts to ache when I see people who are obviously unhappy and I
always feel like I have to be the one to cheer them up and make
them smile again. I hope that people appreciate that and smile
when I try to make them happy. When I am having one of my bad
days it is always a job to keep mum happy. It isn't her fault, with all
that she has been put through with my illness. This hurts me inside
and when it happens I always sing to her like she used to do when
I was a little girl who didn't understand why she wasn't the same as
all the others in the district.

When I am stuck at home all day with just the window to remind me
of the beautiful world outside the first thing I reach for is my
notepad and a pen so I can write. I first started to write when my
carer suggested it might help relieve some of the boredom I feel in
the house. Since then it has become more than creating new stories
and adventures for people to read. It has become both my lifeline
and my escape. One one side it is my way of documenting the non-
adventurous journey of my life but it is also a way I can pretend
that this life itself is just a story. While I am writing I can pretend I
really am a character in my own stories, someone who can do
anything they want. Through the words on the pages I can live all of
my wildest dreams, even if I am aware that what happens in the
stories will never be able to happen in reality for me. Nethertheless
it is my only method of escape and it means more to me than
anyone could ever imagine. They say the pen is mightier than the
sword and I believe them completely. To help with my writing I also
read whatever stories I can get my hands on. This is district 7 after
all.

Although I am educated at home unlike others in the district, I try
hard with my studies even if I am not the brightest spark you will
ever meet. I don't get taught about lumber like the others who go
to school as it would be wasted on me with me not being able to
help out in the forests. There are subjects that bore me completely
such as mathematics and science. I don't really pay as much
attention as I should in those lessons however hard I try.
However there are also subjects that I love to learn more about
such as english, which has helped me out ever so much with my
writing projects, and music which teaches me so many lovely
songs that I can sing whenever I want. I suppose the subjects I
like and don't like say a lot about my personality and attitude in
general. It just shows how much I am different from many of the
others, who favour academics to the creative subjects.

Well, I suppose it all seems perfect so far but I am, in the end, a
human and no human comes without their major flaws in their
attitude, no matter how hard they try to hide them. I suppose one
of my biggest flaws is the fact that I am extremely sensitive when it
comes to my emotions. It takes very little to get me upset, even if
I manage to keep a happy demeanour in front of the others. I
hate this weakness as I want to be able to smile all the time and
truly be happy instead of only being happy the majority of the
time. My sensitivity makes me feel out of control as I cannot keep
a check on the emotions that words stir in my mind in less than a
second. I know it hurts those around me when they can tell that I
am concealing my emotions but I know I have to be strong for
them as I have put them all through so much with my condition.

Another flaw that I have is that I have very little body strength,
especially compared to others in my district. I'm sure when my
mum found out she was pregnant with me she was expecting to
get a strong, muscular child who could bring in money from
working in the lumber yard. Guess I disappointed in both of those.
Even when I was younger and more agile I would always do the
worst in sports at school, never running as fast as the other kids
in the class. Now it is worse still since over the years my body
has become weaker and weaker. No longer am I even allowed to
do sports with the others anymore even if I am bad at it anyway.
Sometimes when I look out of the front window I can see children
my own age in the fields and wish that I was able to join them
and be normal instead of having to take it easy all the time.
However I know that it has become increasingly impossible.

~~And its a long long way to walk~~
~~But one day i'll climb to the top~~

~History~

I was born into this world in District 7 14 years ago
in late October. For the first few days I seemed a normal baby girl
but when I started to lose weight very quickly I was examined
and then diagnosed with my illness. For the very first years of my
life there were very few effects and according to what my mum
tells me I had a habit of hiding in the kitchen and she had had to
invest in locks for the cupboard doors. Those days will have been
the best of my life so far, carefree and oblivious to what was
inevitable. I started to grow bigger and it was clear that I was not
going to be as strong as others my age. In that time my mum
would always be home with me and we would play all sorts of
games that would make us both laugh and smile.

By the time I was old enough to attend school I was clearly set
apart from everyone else. I was out of breath quickly and could
never do the amazing things they could with their strength.
Nevertheless I attempted to make friends at my school and
managed to develop a good friendship with three of the others
that were in my class. We would always go around together and
they would support me when I needed it, especially in sports
where I would lag miles behind the rest of the pack. The two of
them would go at my pace and we would all finish together with a
smile. My school life started to become harder and harder as I got
older but I always had them there to talk to and laugh with. We
were so close the teachers always grouped us together when
referring to one of us. When I was 7 I was given a medical note
which meant I was excused from participating in sports lessons at
school, which I needed by then as I was too weak to be able to
put a good enough amount of effort into it.

When I turned 10 years old I was eventually withdrawn from my
school due to my health and I found I was to be home educated
by a carer/tutor instead. When I first heard the idea I protested
profoundly as I wanted to back to school where I could be with
my friends but I quickly started to warm up to my tutor due to her
lovely personality. With her I started to learn more and more
about the world and in particular I discovered my passion for
writing stories. My tutor encouraged me and taught me all the
english skills I could ever need for my writing. I remember her
coming into the house one day with a parcel wrapped in what
was probably the best paper she could get in District 7. When I
opened it I found a brand new notepad and two pens inside. I still
have the notepad with me in a box where I keep all my old
stories and look over it every now and then. It was the start of a
great friendship that has only grown over the years. She has
always been there since the first time we met and taken good
care of me. For that I am thankful.

It seemed a very short amount of time between me being taken
out of school and my 12th birthday. Normally birthdays are happy
times but nobody in the districts of Panem is happy to be turning
12. Everybody knows what it means. That year I was required to
go to the reaping for the first ever time in my life. People were
surprised to see me but they know it is rare anybody is deemed ill
enough to miss the reaping. I remember looking over at my mum
and my tutor in fear as a name was being drawn out of the girl's
ball by our district escort. There was a silence where you could
hear a pin drop before the name was read out and a collected
sigh of relief when people realized simultaneously that they were
safe for another year. That year we held a mini celebration at
home to celebrate that I was safe that year.

So my existence in District 7 goes on and I am now a 14 year old
young lady. I still have my carer/tutor look after me and teach me.
Recently I have had to learn about the district trade of lumber as
it is mandatory for all citizens of District 7 to learn, even if they
know they will never go into the trade. My mum has been home
from work a lot more lately so I get to see more of her, reminding
me of the old times when I was just an infant running around the
house like a lunatic. The very thought brings a smile to my face.
My health has been constant for some time now and we are all
hoping it will stay like that for several years to come, even if it is
very unlikely. No harm in wishing I guess. For now I am safe from
the games until the next reaping but hopefully I will be lucky.

~~And that where I find Jesus~~
~~And when I see him smile~~
~~I'll put my arms around him~~
~~It will be worth every mile~~

~Notes~

. Her face claim is Lena Maldonaldo
. The illness she suffers from is Cystic Fibrosis

~~Somewhere there's a mountain~~

~Code : oDair