"Knowing your going to die and realizing you just don't care."
Likes: Apples, Talking, Laughing
Dislikes: Awkward silences, grumpiness, The Hunger Games
Fears: Water, Fire
Personality: Grace is a very talkative girl, and will go up to anyone and start a conversation. She is easy to get along with and is hard to hate. She is good at climbing trees, and it also helps that she does not way that much. She loves to laugh and make other people laugh too. She somethings acts dim and takes a while to understand things.
History/Bio: Grace grew up in a small, three-roomed house with her mother Eliza, father Patrick and brother Cory. The family was extremely poor and often had to go without food for a day or two. She went to the local school with her friends Natasha Brookes and Jasylin Parks. She was dating Jack Ale. She sometimes helpd out her Aunt Liz, who sells Homemade Jewellery on Market Day.
I fumbled through the crowds, trying to find my spot in the sixteen year old girls. My stomach was swarming with butterflies. I clutched her friend Natashas hand to balance myself. I felt like I was going to collapse. "Ladies first!" the female voice of Chanelle, the District 11 escort trilled. She bounced over to the reaping ball and picked out a name. My heart was racing and I squeezed Natashas hand for support. The crowd fell silent. Chantelle read the name off the paper, "Grace Clemons."
And just like that, my life turned upside down. Someone was shrieking my name. It was my brother, Cory. I would recognise his voice anywhere. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face as the peacekeepers led me to the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, our District 11 female tribute!" There was a small, unenthusiastic cheer. My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for my family. I wiped my eyes and tried to stop myself from looking ike a fool on live television. I was vaguely aware of a boy walking up beside me, but I couldn't concentrate. All I knew was that this was going to be the last time I ever saw District 11.