I was born in District Four, to a fisherman father and a sterotypical mother. I was pretty well off, I suppose, with my father always getting the best catch of the day, and my mother doting on me, her only child. I suspect she was so protective of me because she had lost a child, many years ago. A baby boy, she had told me. He had died two days after he was born.
Growing up, I was a happy child. Never much drama. You could find me at the seashore, watching the fisherman work, walking in the rivers, or just out by myself. It wasn't that I was trying to be antisocial, I just never thought of friends much.
And I never really cared much about the reaping. With all the names in the drawing, how could I be picked? I was fifteen, almost sixteen, when everything changed. I heard my name called out. My mother was in tears, my father in shock. I was scared, I admit, but after getting used to the idea, I found that it really isn't so bad. I've always loved the sea, loved swimming, and I've gotten a fairly good amount of exercise thus far. So when I think of the Games, I can't help but get a little bit excited. This sixteen year old girl is ready.
I'm nice. At least, I try to be. Honestly, I do. I may come off as aloof, perhaps even snobby at times, but you musn't blame me for that. I'm just used to attention. However, I'm far from vain. I have a fighting edge, and never back down from a challenge. I'm not shy, just the opposite. I find confidence one of my most dominate traits.