The Woman with the blue and white skin was strange, her red hair glowed like copper and her nails were long with pale pink and yellow polish. The color of her eyes matched the specks on her skin. She looked as if she had gone mad with a bright blue bingo dabber that never washed off. But she was missing an eye. One of her beautiful eyes that was surrounded by black eye liner. She held her hand over her face to hide her missing eye, disguising it by drawing on it a replacement eye, but her arm covered her hot pink lips. So she drew a matching set of lips on her pale wrist.
Children looked at her with curiosity, parents with disgust and hatred. She was different, instead of wearing grey pants and a black shirt with runners she wore pair of pink pants and a Brilliant blue blouse with bare feet. She was from the Capitol, there to take their children once again for the Games where they would surely die. Connie with her blue and white skin and obviously faked red hair did not belong in district twelve. Not even when she was a child with plain brown hair, a little red dress and no dots on her skin.
She always had more than enough food, she never had to worry about her family coming home or not because being a politician wasn't dangerous. She never went out in clothes that were too big that she would look like she was drowning in them or Clothes that were obviously too small to fit her because her family could afford to buy new clothes. Heck, she hardly ever wore the same thing twice. But Here there where kids in the street and people mourning the men who had been dug out of the rubble of the mine the night before from a cave in. Here they knew starvation, loss and death all too well.