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Oh, hey there! My name is Harriot. Wait, you want my full name? It's Harriot Lynn Thorne. Well I am sixteen years old, due to be seventeen exactly on Reaping Day, and have my thirteen year-old brother, Marcus. I was born on July 15th sixteen years ago on a cool, summery day. My mother and father told me that it was a perfect day- their first child was conceived and the weather was the first of the whole season that wasn't humid and ridiculously boiling in temperature. Usually in my hometown, District 12, the summers are sizzling cruel and the winters are icy and horrid. Not to mention we are the poor district, so access to air-conditioning or central heating is impossible- causing deaths on both sides of the seasonal spectrum. Life around here is plenty tough, especially since the Second Rebellion failed so miserably. Since 10 years ago when Katniss and her Mockingjay army were defeated, District 12 has been the last of the Capitol's priorities. We get the meager leftovers for food, water, and any supplies- if we even get the benefit of having any. The people who lived before Katniss started the Rebellion despise the Girl on Fire. Thanks to her, the whole district was destroyed and we had to rebuild.
You want to know what I like, huh? So, I love the ocean, and the smell of the salty sea air. I love shopping, fashion, and keeping up with the latest trends. I love listening to music, and I often do listen to some while doing my homework because it’s calming. Fall is my favorite season, because when the leaves change color is just gorgeous. Also, I am inlove with the world of journalism, of course. I would have loved to study journalism at college some day. Hmm, lets see... I like friends, hence why I tend to have lots of them instead of just a few. I like dogs, or at least some of them, and when I went to Hawaii over the summer, I loved surfing and wake-boarding. Dislikes? Hmmm... well I don't like rain, simply because it makes everyone's moods droop and get all depressed. Blah, depressed people are boring. I don't like dominant personalities, probably because I am dominant over things myself. I don't like not being in control of a situation. I don't like being the odd person who doesn't know the secret everyone else does. I hate losing games or even trivial matches or competitions. I don't like people who don't try at anything. And I especially don't like being rejected. Of all things, rejection just makes me angry. I am pretty talented with a bow and arrow- no I am not some Katniss-wannabe. In fact, screw her. She ruined our lives as well as destroying her own. Anyways, I am pretty good with throwing knifes and daggers too, as well as being informed on edible plants and stuff like that. I fear losing my little brother, Marcus, most of all. He doesn't deserve this, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. I will make sure Marcus and I am the two victors this year, since it’s the 10 Year Anniversary of the Mockingjay's defeat and two victors are being allowed to win. I can't leave my father alone without anyone. He may look tough, but he is simple and lonely.
So, you want to know my family history? My mother is Lydia Arberdale and my father is Hulland-Marcus Thorne, and I have a little brother who is 13 years old named Marcus Thorne. Yes, my mother and father were high-school sweethearts. They got married at age 17, since highschool ends at 16 in District 12. My mother was born to merchants, and definitely a family of higher wealth in the district. This compares to my father, who was a typical miners' child, and lived on the Seam like the other poor families. They met when they are fourteen, and fell in love quickly- or at least what seemed like love. Since my mother's parents disapproved of the marriage, my mother had to move in with my father's family in the Seam. My father lived with his mother and father. Three years after they were married, my father's mother died in a mining accident. His father went psychotic, and was shot by a Peacekeeper in the heat of the fight prior to the bombing of District 12, after he tried to kill the man during a bar brawl. A few days later, the district was in ruins. My father took my mother, who was now 1 month pregnant with me, and hid in District 13. They didn't support the war in any way, but there was no where to go except the safety of District 13. After Katniss and her team were defeated in the Capitol, everyone but Peeta and Katniss massacred the family left District 13 right before it was completely destroyed by Panem bomb squads. The family then went back to District 12, but by this time Lydia was having second thoughts about the Panem regime. President Snow died two years after Katniss and Peeta were captured, from a mysterious disease relating to the blood-sores he has in his mouth, and now a, though hard to imagine, harsher president- President Creek- took power. She instilled all District 12 residents to be harshly searched once a month. Any signs of propaganda, revolt, conspiracy, or anti-Capitol treachery and the family would be publically executed. A few families who had returned to District 12 were killed.
Exactly six months past the bombing of the District 13 and the end of the revolution and Lydia gave birth to me, Harriot Lynn Thorne. Life was pretty good, or I assume since I obviously can't remember that early on. All I know is, one year after I was born, my little brother Marcus was born. He was a strong baby, compared to me who was the sickly child. I got better though, as you can see. When Marcus was 10 years old and I was 11 years old, our mother died in a car crash. I mean, we don't really have cars in our district, but the Peacekeepers were beginning to sport them around. They ran over my mother when she was walking home from the grocery store... And just like that, our lives began to crumble. Our father had to work double back-to-back jobs to support us. My brother and I worked too, until we got reaped recently. Our father only has us left, really. Our mother's side of the family won't talk to us. My father's side is all dead. If my brother and I don't return... I don't know what will happen.