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Clara West

District 9- Age 12

Clara stared into the mirror, her reflection staring at her foreign to say the least. She had short, chopped brown curly hair and matching dark brown eyes. She was nothing special in her district, Rye just had to do everything to remind her of that.

Stupid, Angry Victor... she thought, and abused little child. Clara thought of herself, and her predicament. She had been abused by her father for years. Her mother was as well, but could't do anything of it. Clara was almost relieved that she got out of that mess, if only...

Clara knew that she would't survive. She was just twelve. The Careers from One and Four were even deadlier, and the boy from Seven towered over her.

Titan Day, that's his name... Clara remembered him from the reaping. She was terrified of the white haired, violet eyed sixteen year old from six. Clara believed that he was a ruffian, a loner, a survivor...

Six might win this year...Clara decided. The girl wouldn't get past the bloodbath. The tributes from Three looked nice enough. Rikku looked passionate and caring, and the boy... Clara couldn't put her mind on what she thought of him.

She remembered as she had watched the recaps of the reapings last night, that district two was very different than other years. The boy was very ruthless, thats for sure but the girl?

She's different. Not a Career. Just a lost soul, and very level headed and determined. Her name was Zara. Unusual Name.

Clara heard the cheers and looked at the Capitol, all of its chaos. The people made her shudder. She hated them, felt powerless as she was probably going to die here.

And so she hid her emotions and exited the train, leaving behind her identity...

At the remake center...

Uhura managed not to stamp her foot in frustration as she waited. It had been long enough, and her stylist was late. Uhura stood in a pure white room, in a white room with a metal table and bed that was used to "prep" her. Waxing hurt like hell, thats for sure.

Her stylist knocked on the door and she gathered the robe around her. Uhura felt very much like prey. everything was just so sterile.

"Come in." the ice in her voice was quite clear. Her stylist, was very handsome. He wore a blue shirt and some type of black pants, very tall. About 7 feet. looked normal, except for the slightly green skin and pointed ears.

His face showed no emotion, and she scowled.

"I apologize for my truancy. It was illogical to keep you waiting, as we're on a tight schedule." Monotone and a very quiet voice. weird.

He continued, " I'll help you get sponsors. I'm your stylist."

Obviously. Like she didn't know his job!

"I'm Uhura."

"My name is Spock." and then he showed her what she was to be presented in...


So sorry! Writers block, but am working on the next chapter...will be up soon.