Claire Avis Weedon d7 FINISH! Dec 28, 2011 15:45:44 GMT -5
Post by Specialk on Dec 28, 2011 15:45:44 GMT -5
Claire Avis Weedon
I have heard that the buildings in District Seven are as large as the Capitol. That notion is false, everyone knows that, but the buildings are still quite tall. I fit into this environment, my height matching the buildings. No, I am not abnormally tall for a person, but standing at five feet nine inches, I truly am tall for one of the female gender.
My height forgotten, I am not wide like the buildings, not in the least. Skinny like the edge of a coin, some people have called me, I'd beg to differ. I believe I am skinny, but the terms emaciated that have been thrown around are a little bit over the top. Coming from a rich family, there is no lack of food for me. Instead, I merely get filled up quickly, I'm not hungry so I do not eat. It is the easiest way for me to keep the lovely shape of my body.
One might say that I do not have the curves of a women because I do not eat, but that is simply not the case. Like my mother and her mother before her, my body is simple not the shape of a soda bottle. That fact did not stop my mogul father from marrying her, even if their relationship is not on the best of terms. He found her pretty, much like people find me pretty. Even though I am sadly without the curves of a grown women and will probably never get them, I doubt I will ever have to problem of being found attractive by other people.
Though I am technically blonde, my hair has grown darker and darker over the years. The same thing happened to both my mother and father. For now, I still have blonde hair, though by no means am I blonde in terms of the stereotype. At one point in my life it was more a bright color, and now it is more streaked with brown, dirty blonde I believe it is called. Either way, I hope that my hair stays blonde, it lets me stand out from the crowd of brown haired people in my district.
Eyes the color of blue, blue like the sea that I have heard so much about but will never get to see. My father has told me that the sea is beautiful, he was lucky enough to leave this tall district of ours and go to another one, he says it reminds him of my eyes. I wish he was able to take pictures of it, bring them back to the district and hang them from the walls, but he couldn't. I am always stuck imagining how my eyes were like the sea in anything but color, how they could match those deep blues. I'll never find out though, never.
To me, the most distasteful part of my whole body is my nose. It appears fine most of the way down from the bride of it, but at the very bottom, my nostrils flare up. It looks, well, like I am angry over nothing the whole time. Maybe it just appears that way to me, but I feel strongly about it. I always wished that I could live in the Capitol and get it changed, but no, never. I have not reached a high enough importance yet to be allowed to do that, but someday I will, someday.
Only a year or two ago, people would find me with acne all over my face. Not the big red pimples that unfortunate others had, but more the blackheads covering every waking spot. My father explained these weren't the end of the world and gave me products. The products never did seem to work perfectly, but they did help out more than enough to keep me pretty. Just another reason to love the Capitol.
Because of my fathers money, I never have been lacking when it comes to clothes. There are difference types for every season, shorts for the summer and tank tops with flip flops on my feet. In the spring it is more a mix between the winter, which is jeans and sweaters with boots. My father always seems to get me exactly what I want, and it is a shame that he and my mother no longer live together. He still pays for me when I'm at my moms house, but I'd much rather his, as it is much bigger and has more of my stuff.
Unlike some people who have always been against the Capitol because of the Hunger Games, I have always loved them. Others do not see that we would not be able to survive as a district if the Capitol did not give us food from the other districts as well as other things, I do see these things. I appreciate what the Capitol does for the great District Seven so much, while others are just sitting and complaining. If they want to try to make a difference, then they can, but all people do is sit and complain. I'm glad none of my fathers workers do that, or else they would be fired, right there, right on the spot.
People have said that I am a no bull crap person like my father, and I can not help but to agree. I hate it when people slack off and/or lie to me, I hate it beyond anything. If they want to be rich, and I'm sure they do, then they can just work hard and save money. My grandfather worked hard to become a real estate mogul, why these others cannot do that makes no sense to me. What it clearly ends up being is just them being lazy. That much is obvious to me and my father.
Because of my attitude, it is sometimes hard for people to get a long with me, it is the same way with my father. He says if I keep up my tough behavior, then I'll be the next one in charge of the company, I'd like that. I do not like it when people disagree with me, unless they have grounds to do so. If I am not making any sense at all, then fine, but that almost never happens. I'm always right, I get nearly perfect scores on every test, and nobody dares to tell me I'm wrong if they actually stand toe to toe with me. I am just that intimidating, like my father.
If it is not obvious yet, I take to my father much more than I take to my mother, though some of her qualities have shown through more than others. My mother is a rather weak person, but she is caring, and I have taken that with me. Around my father I try to hide that part of me, the care that I feel for others, only because I fear that he will take away my rights to the company if I do not act the hard person he is. I am able to distance myself from the people he is firing because he musth ave good reason, but I can still feel sorry for them if they are doing everything right and they are just fired because the company does not need them anymore. I feel like that is a good time to be compassionate.
To my family, I love every single one of them. I have twin older brothers who live with my mother more, I blame them for the divorce. They were acting like jerks and getting in between my mother and father, they were trying to cause fights. My mother, being the compassionate lady that she was asked to care for my brothers more, and my father agreed. They were not business men like my father, they showed no promise. Later in life I'll have to find some type of terrible job for them in the company that looks like it has power just to keep up appearances, I wish I did not have to, but honestly, family first. Even my jerk brothers are more important than a few more coins.
In my whole life I've never felt discomfort, not on the material level at least. I have been in extremely uncomfortable situations, but there have always been comfortable clothes, chairs, and things for me in my house. Maybe that is why I see no problem with the Capitol, with the Hunger Games. I see how they live in luxury and I want to copy them. It really is not so much for me to hope for, I practically live like they do, with servants. I'd say I even live like an average person in District One. It really does pay to be rich.
Back when I was a baby, I slightly remember my father and mother fighting. It toughened me up, I'm sure of that. I never really knew exactly what it was about at that time though, but thinking back on it later in life, I sort of feel like I remember. My mother and father were fighting over how much he worked, a stupid fight in my opinion. Father worked so much because it made the family more money, a great thing. Mother wanted him around more to take care of the boys and me. Eventually, the arguments became so great he ended up hitting her, sometimes he hit the boys too, but I don't seem to remember him ever hitting me. I guess I was always his favorite, he felt like he could raise me well to run the company, so he always treated me right.
For my sake, I guess, my father and mother tried to keep up appearances and not yell at each other too much. They wanted their baby to grow up in a rigorous yet calm environment, or at least I told myself that. I always did what I was told, unlike my two other brothers who were always fighting, always causing mischief. Not me though, not this perfect little angel right here. I can be as ruthless as needed to people not in the family, but nothing is more important to me than family, so I was always good and respectful to my mom and dad.
School came easily to me as I am rather smart. My parents were proud of my every time I brought home an A, that always made me work harder. I kept wanted to make them proud, and I always seemed to do so. Even the other people in my class wondered how I always keep my perfect grades up, even as I started to go to parties as I got older. My grades just kept staying as A's, it really made me feel good about myself, my future, and how I was making my parents feel.
When I was 15 my parents told me they were getting a divorce. At first it was hard for me, unbelievably hard, but then I realized it had nothing to do with me. If anything it was for the better. That thought made everything easy for me. Because everything they were doing was for the better, life went on easily. I was less interrupted with my dad while staying at his apartment, and with my mom i was less interrupted by my dad by staying at her apartment. The one thing I could say about the divorce is that it has made my life so much easier than before, and even, I dare say, better than before. I do not have to worry about my parents fighting, my brothers (most of the time), and really anything but how I am doing in life. The best part is, my mother and father are now friends, their divorce was not a bad one, so it all ended up working out really, really well for me.
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