genius? yes. psychic? no.

              “ don’t tempt me, ms. martin. ”

             "& right now, tempting you sounds like a good idea.                                         but shouldn't you be studying?"

              “                 will you pleaseshut up?”

Muse: Lydia Martin. Fandom: Teen Wolf. Status: Active ;; Slow Reply ;; Main

Muse: Elena Gilbert. Fandom: The Vampire Diaries. Status: Active ;; Main

Muse: Haven Caldwell. Fandom: Original Character. Status: Low Activity ;; EXTREMELY Selective

                                                                              IT WASN’T LIKE she thought it was                                        going to be. Allison had imagined pearly gates and a man                                        with a scroll, counting up all her past transgressions, all the                                        rights she had done and seeing what it was that tipped the                                        scales. Whether her destination was up or down, Heaven                                        or Hell. Whilst she had felt a peace, all there had been was                                        light. Pure light that she could not pass through nor walk                                        back through however much she tried but there was a part                                        of her that didn’t want to. She was content. She was content                                        in whatever this was that life ( or DEATH ) had dealt her.

                                                                                        Until it was snatched away                                             from her and her feet were on solid ground, stumbling                                             through a room that she only vaguely recognised to be                                             Lydia’s lakehouse. Standing before her——-…Lydia                                             herself. At least she thought that was Lydia. Everything                                             was a blur but that auburn hair that looked as if her hair                                             was ablaze was something she could not forget, nor                                             the pigment that her eyes took when they shone through                                             her like that. It was Lydia.                                    ❛                    W-what am I doing here?                                           Lydia, what’s going on?❜ 

         Loss. The absence of something that had a l w a y s been          there. It was a unique feeling, a feeling that Lydia  was  no          stranger to. Only this time, it was different. It was a pain all          its own, something she hoped to  never  experience  again.          In a way, it was like losing a limb.  Her  best  friend,  a  girl          who had become almost f a m i l y to her, was gone. Gone          and never coming back.  Death was  a  finality,  an  ending.

               Her fingers clutch soft fabric, thumb moving back and forth                over the material. She vaguely  remembers  telling  Allison                that wearing this shirt was a mistake, but  she  remembers                the smile she got in return in vivid  clarity.  How  could                she ever forget? Allison's smile could light  darkness  from                m i l e s away. When she smiled, it was  only  natural  that                you smile with her. It was automatic. It felt right.

         The words startle her and she finds herself scrambling  from           the chair & into the corner, eyes wide &  hands  shaking.  Is           it fear in her eyes, or is it hope? Is it  terror  or  amazement           that compels her to speak?

Full Name: Lydia Lorraine Martin. Age: Seventeen. District: Three. Strengths: Skilled in technology & mechanical weapons such as firearms, Intelligent & Capable of making important decisions under pressure, Quick & Logical thinking. Weaknesses: Lack of athleticism, Small body build & Stature which makes her an easy target, An inability to separate her emotions from the situation which could potentially put her in a life or death situation. Arena Token: A flower necklace given to her by her mother on her 12th birthday.

one should look like an innocent flower

They called her an innocent flower, a genius girl that showed promise in serving her district. After all, she'd been born into the Martin Family, daughter of Natalie and Jonathon -- two very well respected program writers in the heart of district three. She was the couple's second child, a miracle baby of sorts. They hadn't expected to get pregnant again, but five years after their first daughter was born, Natalie discovered that they were blessed with another baby -- Lydia. They regarded her with pride in their eyes, held her close to their hearts. At times, overprotective, but she understood. She was their miracle, their precious unexpected, but incredible, surprise.

From a young age, her brilliance shone. While her friends struggled to grasp the concept of math in first grade, she was moving on to more complex topics. While teachers attempted to explain the correct sentence structure, she was helping her peers in the back of the classroom. She was, in short, a genius.

The first year she was eligible to be reaped, her mother brushed her hair from her face and placed a flower pendent on a silver chain around her neck, echoing words she'd read in a book far too advanced for the majority of her fears. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. She smiled, squeezed her shoulders, kissed her cheek, and sent her off to the Reaping. And every year since, she repeated those words to herself in the mirror before leaving the house, touching the silver flower around her neck with the smallest hint of a smile.

With all the eligible children in District Three, she never imagined her name would be called. She never thought that she would see the day where it was her that would be leaving the world around her to enter the arena, enter a game that was clearly not meant for her to win. And then, everything changed.

but be the serpent underneath. She