They always called her the lucky girl because she was lucky enough to never have hunger or cold feet in winter. Her bedroom was furnished, she had toys to play with, pink walls and many beautiful dresses in her closet. More than most of the other kids at school had, but she never really felt lucky in the first place. Her parents were rich, very fond of her but unfortunately barely ever at home. She spent her time being treated by a Nanny instead of her mother, seeing her only in the evenings and sometimes not even then. It was lonely growing up like that, even though she had company. It was just not the company she would have wanted. Of course no one understood her at school. The kids there had their own problems which weighed heavier on them than her family business. Most of the time she felt like she couldn't complain really anyway because she had everything she needed to survive. She knew a lot of kids who were starving at home because their parents couldn't afford buying food, who nearly died in the cold, rough winters they had in District 4, while she sat in front of a warming fire in the evenings. Yet life was not fair and the odds were not exactly in her favor. It was when her parents died that the kids at school finally found sympathy for the rich, strange classmate they usually avoided because they couldn't stand looking at her neatly washed pink dresses and polished black shoes. They didn't like the ribbons in her hair and the soft curls, reaching down to her waist that always seemed to be carefully brushed and never dirty. But when her parents died and she had to live with her uncle, a known drunkard in the district, infamous for beating his wife and young daughter, the kids at school started to look at her differently.
She was no longer the lucky girl.
If you have nothing to lose, it's easier to live but she had a lot to lose, at least luxuries the other children could only dream of.
But it wasn't the loss of the beautiful pink room that made her sad, the loss of the dresses she now had to share with her cousin. It was the loss of her parents that really saddened her because she never really had the time to make them love her. There was so much unsaid and undone between them, so many happy memories not yet lived because they had never been there.
She could take the beating of her uncle. She could take the jealous looks of her cousin when she looked at all the possessions she had brought to her new home. The one thing she could not take was being alone at night, knowing she would from now on lead an ordinary life in her uncle's house, being unloved by everyone and not having anyone to turn to.
And that was when she met Finnick Odair.
