lula [10] ((complete))

I have red hair with a couple blond highlights. I also have green eyes, that are green like the grass just before it becomes the dark green that we see. I am 4'3. Which i think and so does my mom, that i am to small.

My legs are to small. When my mom sends me to get the livestock that ran out of the barn. I can't, my legs are just too small. I wish i could keep up with the animals and catch them but im just to slow.

My nails are not long and they are not short. My mom cuts them so I can't do what my dad did to her. My dad hit her and she got two scars on her face. So after that she always cuts my nails down to size so I can't hit her like my dad did.

My lips are a deep red. Try imaging what blood looks like when it first comes out of a wound. Basicly thats what my lips look like. My mom says they are ugly. She is a mean mom anyway.

I am a sweat caring girl, who just wants to be loved. I sing to the mockingJays when I can. My mom usually stops me because I sing The Hannging Tree. My mom hates that song. I have this thing called Aracnaphobia. It means I am scared of spiders, and yes I am.

I want to be loved, have a boyfriend and get married. No kids cant handle the thought of seeing one of them go into the games. I hope I never go in. If I had kids I would hide them from the reaping. So they would not have to die, just for the capitles entertainment.

I hate the games, but I have to watch them every year. Some times it gets to much. Watching friends and family die. It gets to be to much and I just hate it. Even my mom hates the games. How we wish they would stop or even the capitol would have a girl and a boy compite too. Not just us districts.

My dad says I like to hide in my room. I told him it was because mom is mean. He told me mom is just being an overprotective mom. Yet she is the one who makes me go in my room. He goes and talks to her after I say that, and he never comes back. I think he does I just fall asleap before he comes back, I guess.

Now I get to tell you my history. This should be fun. Lets start by saying I am not much of a talker. I never have been. Once people found out that I was scared of spiders, they would make fun of me.

People are so mean. Once when I was 5 this kid came up to me with a fake spider. Lets just say I freaked. I slaped the kid in the face. He told on me after and I got in trouble, but he knew I was scared of spiders. I think he got what he diserved.

Once when I was 7. I tried to climb a tree. Lets just say it did not end well. With my legs as short as they are, I thought I put my leg somewhere, and ended up falling. My mom tries to keep me out of the trees but i keep going in them.

I have a tree house that my last boyfriend went in. Want to know how we broke up? He fell out of my tree house. Dumb guy, I told him that I had yet to fix the floors. He didn't listen and jumped up and down on a floor board. He ended up breaking the floor and he broke his foot.

My mom first relized I could not keep up with the animals when I was 9. She told me to go catch the chicken. I said okay and ran after the chicken. It took me about 2 hours to finnaly catch the dang thing. So she told me no more trying to catch the animals, I smiled.

My mom hates animals. I asked her once why she was living here than. You want to know what she said? She told me it was because of my dad. She said he was the only one that could get her on a horse. She hates riding on anything that poops. Much less a horse.