Isolde Porter | District 12 [wip]

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Name: Isolde Porter
Gender: Female
District: District 12
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I can’t say it’s been easy since I was born. My family didn’t live in luxury and happiness – no, nothing was never that simple. My parents met when they were very young, teenagers to be exact. They attended the same school in district twelve, and were partners in their history class. They learned together how life really was inside of school, but soon began hanging out with each other after the bell rung for dismissal. My mother, Heather Leaucrux, grew up in district twelve’s seam, while Dimitri Porter, my father, lived in the better part of the district. My father’s mother was always judgmental of my mother, and told him not to bring the “scum” home from school with him. Rather than spending their days at his house, they hung out in the broken old shack that my mother and her parents lived in.

At age twenty three, my parents were to be wed in front of the mayor and peacekeepers of district twelve. My mother and father had found their love for each other six years before, and never planned to leave each other’s sides. I was their only child when I was born – their lovely baby girl. I tried to help them in anyway I could, but, being so young, I had issues with that. At the age of six, my mother came down with a horrible case of pneumonia, and couldn’t go back to the mines to work with my father. Less than five months after she got the horrible disease, she passed away. I didn’t know what I had to live for. My father didn’t speak much, except at dinner, where he would create small talk with me. He retired from his work at the mines and became a full-time jeweler from our small home. He would collect the suspected riches from the mines, and examine them to double check their value.

As I grew into my preteen years, my innocence corrupted. I began to hang around with the wrong crowd, the ones who did bad and dirty things. My mouth became filled with curses and descriptive sarcasm, and my father had enough of it – he beat me. I don’t know why he did it, I never bothered him. I suspect he was watching me from a distance, seeing what I was up to. His fate was put into the hands of the peacekeepers for child abuse. He was publically whipped, with my head buried in the side of my neighbor and best friend, Tanner. He was a year ahead of me in school, but was always there to comfort me when my mother died. He would walk me home from school, sleep on the floor in my bedroom after climbing the railing that connected our two houses, and he would even sometimes cuddle with me. We were young, and we never thought anything of each other besides that we were best friends – or at least I did.

Tanner and I would climb the trees in the backyard and play games when we weren’t at school, and we would sit under the old willow tree in his backyard and cuddle when the sun went down. He would tell me he loved me, and I would him, but it wasn’t like that. We were very close friends, and we were – we are like family. When we both had to enter the reaping, we refused to let go of each other when they separated us by gender. My father pulled me away and shooed me to where I belonged. Neither of us was reaped, but I still had the chills. Tanner and I have stayed have close as we were since that day, except we had less opportunity to see each other. When I came home from school, I would help my father with the jeweler business and sell the jewels until the night hours. All I can hope for now is happiness in the future.

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