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|| Name || Wren Merle
|| Gender || Female
|| District || 8
|| Age || 15
|| Personality ||
I guess growing up with three older brothers and only one older sister didn't really help my case when it came to behaving like a girl my size should. From the beginning, there was no doubt I wasn't up to par when it came to my physical abilities when compared to my brothers. Because I lacked the muscle they had naturally, I never really had the chance to even consider being weak if I wanted to hang with them. What I lacked in bodily strength, I was determined to make up for in sheer willpower. That's how I grew up to be as thick-headed as a boy. My weaknesses made it to where I had to find and develop my strengths from an early age. If that included acting tougher than I was and refusing to face defeat, I managed to do it. I faked it until I made it seem like I was just as tough as my brothers. Even during the most testing times, like when my brothers wrestled in the mud and I was pinned every time with my face in the muck. I accepted my losses every time and when I was on the brink of crying because I had a mouthful of gritty sludge, I put on a face and let it go. Heated by my hatred for my frail body, I managed to create a tough mask that has stayed with me until today.
I'm a little rough around the edges, I'll admit, but it's better than being a pushover. Patience is not a big virtue of mine and I don't tolerate what I don't have to. It's strange that the combination of my parents' babying me and my brother's always being better made me so impatient. Why should I ever tolerate people who wallow in their own misfortunes? It's one thing to have flaws, but completely different when you let them define you. Life's hard and you face your hurdles and pick your battles, but you have to keep moving. That's what I've learned. I'm 15 years young and I know that, but some adults who've lived half their lives still can't grasp that lesson. I find those adults, who say they are so 'mature', the hardest to stomach.
Maybe that's why I am so driven to prove I am more than my weakest point. When my brothers ask me to show how weak I am not, I'll do whatever they want. Once, when I was 12 and new to the reaping, my brothers made a pact that for every year they
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