Hayden Schmide (5) finnished

I know what you are. You're probably thinking what's with the scars how can a 12 year old have so many?And the crooked nose how did that happen? Why is she missing her thumb on her right hand. Why is there a scar running down her left cheek? I've heard everything about my appearance so no need to hide what your thinking. You can ask what's with the elf ears...I mean she is short as well. How they turn bright red when I am angry or when I am lying. I try to cover up these mountains with my choppy brown hair.

You can ask what's with the hairdo. Most people say it looks as if I cut it with plastic scissors and then never brushed it. Well I tell them I do brush it if I didn't my hair wood stick up as if it was electrocuted. When your eyes wander downwards to my eyes you will see acne
on my forehead. Some people ask me if I ever given time to wash my face? The can believe what they want,but I do wash my face it just doesn't help. My eyes are the only pretty thing about me, at least that's what I think. There coco brown, warm,and welcoming, but i'm not. My lips are chapped from the cold winter.

I wear normally a t-shirt even in the winter, when somebody asks me if I am cold then I shrug. My parents have to constantly buy me new jeans and pants , because I constantly come home with a new set of holes in them everyday. Shoes don't matter to me, when the girls at school ask me why do I were the old shoes of my father, then I laugh because I don't care about what they think.

People ask me if I would ever where make-up or jewelry. Well I don't, because I think they are a total nonsense. Besides who thinks that make-up looks good on pale skin?The only thing close to jewelry I wear is my backpack, which I never take of.

If you're reading this than this is a surprise, because rarely anybody cares who I am, much less what I am like. Most people describe me as independent and stubborn. In reality I am a survivalist I count on no one and trust no one. Just because I don't trust anyone or count on anyone doesn't mean I don't want to help any one. My life is about being prepared for whatever life throws at me and the people around me, I know that sounds a little hero-like, but I call it being aware of things.

My mom thinks I act a little to grown up for my age, and maybe she is right. Sometimes she says I am not a kid anymore and she shouldn't have to bother me about whats in my schoolbag . Now in my schoolbag is just about everything that I need from a flashlight to a pocket knife. The only thing not in my bag is most of my school stuff which I often forget to take with me.

I guess by reading about my appearance you guessed that I don't care about what others think of me and try to stay out of there way and there pity. Everybody thinks I am a lonely little girl who went insane after her father's death. But i'm not lonely, just,because I don't have friends doesn't mean i'm lonely. Friendship is another thing i'm not a fan of,because when you have a friend then you build trust and in my opinion trust is dangerous,and something you don't need. For example if you look at the games,when people have allies,they trust them and then they can easily stab your back in the middle of the night when your guard is down. What I do believe in is collaborating, working together with someone to get a job done.

If you're still reading on then,you might have taken interest in me, not a good thing,because as said before I don't have friends, but that's not the point of this section.

When I was born you can guess,I was a weird baby ,but your wrong I was a perfectly normal baby with know knowledge of the world around me. Till I was 5 years old I was perfectly fine and perfectly normal. I had no siblings just my parents and that was just fine and I wanted nothing to change. I guess saying your life rocks doesn't help you at all,it just increases your bad luck,but I wasn't superstitious. When I was 5,this is the year my dad was murdered. That was the day I decided that I was going to be a survivalist. I was playing hide-and-go-seek with my dad. I was hiding under the table and my dad was in the kitchen searching for me. Then some masked man came in the kitchen,pulled out a knife and stabbed my dad. I don't remember what happened after that all I know I was screaming and crying, but the man was already gone. My mom came in running and saw my dad lying dead on the floor.

For months after that I had nightmares,that the guy would come back,and kill my mom,then me. I woke up screaming night after night ,my mom would come in every time she heard me screaming,to calm me down. Even now the memories haunt me every now and then I would black out and it would seem as if I was slipping into the past. After that I would worry about every small thing that happened. For example the fungus in our shower,well it wasn't highly poisoned as I expected,it was just normal fungus. The smoke coming down from our basement didn't mean there was a fire down there,my mother just opened the oven where she burned a cake. Everything that I thought would happen didn't.

My life kept going on like that for a while till I was 9,then my mother married an abusive man,only she didn't know that because he was only abusive to me when she wasn't around. This would explain my bruises that never go away. When I was ten I had enough of this and decided to run away into the woods. The first few days everything was fine,I had enough food and water,but around the 4th day my supplies started to slowly fade. On my 7th day out there I ran into some bandits with knives,i was defenseless,so much for being a survivalist,huh. They cut of my right thumb and were the ones that scared my face. When they left I decided to head back home. When I got home my step;father beated me so bad that he made cuts into my skin that eventually turned into more scares,how wonderful. When my mother asked about the extra scares I lied and told her they were from the woods knowing if I told my mother the truth i was dead.

As mentioned before I don't have any friends,but i have a collaborator,his name is James-carols. We were the 2 freaks of the school,but we didn't care. he is helping me with finding the guy who killed my dad we met only a year ago when I was eleven.

Good now you know a bit about me, but if you think this is made up,it's not so live with it. Oh and i am not an elf or a boy.

Hayden is based on the character Cass from "the name of this book is secret"