Lilly Ion District 5

I am very pale from the lack of sun I get. Although I don't go out side much my face has a good amount of freckles. Some say it is just my skin, but I believe it is from the sun when I do go out. My height is normal. I stand at 5 foot 6 ,and 1/2. My legs are very long. So are my arms. My parents said if it were not for me being so allergic to the smog in the air than I would be perfect for working in our district.

My hair is a dried out brown color from it being washed often. My face when I am out side in the heart of the oil refineries is red. My face looks hurt. I am hurt my lungs can't breathe well in the smog. I have a scar on my back neck from falling once after not catching enough air after working. Luckily my hair covers it.

My teeth are really white for living in the smog. I suppose it is because I don't get out often. When you see me smile it is nice. When you don't I look depressed. I wear my feelings on my shoulder so you can always tell what I am thinking. I am some what skinny for District 5 ,and I have little to no muscle from always being in the house usually. Overall I rate myself as a 7.5 on looks. So not average ,but below average.

Well I would be a hard working person if not for my allergies to the smog. I am willing to do anything for my family. I am a very caring person. The only thing that I have failed at trying to do for my family is get out of my depression. People say I am depressed. People say I used to be friendly. All of it is true. Just like I wear my feelings on my shoulders. Some say it is nice so they know what I am thinking, but I don't want them to know not to mention I think they must be thinking little brat can't even control her feelings.

I am a brave person who will keep trying ,but sometimes trying gets boring. I have tried the smog air 13 times. Each time trying to get a job on a different part of District 5 after the 5th time depression starts to set in. I still had hope so I continued. 10th time Depression grabs a hold of me. I am still trying 13th time Depression becomes me.

I still keep trying though. I am persistent. My body may not be ,but I am. I would do anything for my family. I am a type of person who actually try's to actually look at the bright side of everything. Except myself. I suppose you can say I am a bit selfish in that, but I know the truth I am just a nuisance no matter how many times I try it won't be good enough for my family.

Depression ,and pessimistic people say are the same thing. They are wrong. I am depressed for myself. I have high hopes for other people. I know my life probably can't get any better than how it is. I think that some day the world as a whole can get better. Next time someone says it is the same thing I may have to teach them a lesson. Yes I am a person who gets angry, even though I am depressed.

History hmmm. I never really thought about my history much. It pretty much seems like the same thing over again, but if you have to know. I guess I should be flattered you want to know. Ok so I am the 3rd child out of 5. Each kid my parents have had high hopes of just helping each other out with money ,and such ,and with each child would come a better life for the whole family.

My older siblings they were great. One is 16 ,and one is 18. My parents are soo proud of them they have good jobs that supports our family. Plus they go to school. It helps all of us, it allows us to get enough food that other wise my parents alone could not support.We would all be a bit more filled if it were not for me. Yes me. My younger siblings are still a bit young to get a job. Yeah well my parents had them a little too late. One is 7 ,and the other is 9. I love them a lot. Sometimes I am afraid that they will be getting a job before I do. Wait no stick with a job before I do.

Yeah I know I keep bringing up work. I will tell you why I can't ,and where it all began. So With each kid my parents have kept sheltered indoors from the smog until we turned 5. This worked out for my older 2 siblings they were able to keep nutrients in with out breathing in the smog ,so they were able to get good jobs when it came. Now as a baby my parents loved me they always said. Look at our baby she is going to be a great worker. The way she kicks ,and cries she has a lot of strength.

They decided that maybe by keeping me in the house till age 6 I would be even better than my siblings when fighting off the smog in my lungs. First this created my ultra pale skin from not touching the sun. Then I think my lungs never knew about smog then, Neither did my body. So the first time I was let outside to see the world I had a allergic reaction to the amount of smog. I passed out.

This is not even the worse part. from my parents being scared that I will not ever assimilate to the air they started to take it nice ,and fast just keeping me out side for hours at a time. The doctor told them take it slowly because the air can ruin my growing lungs they did not listen. By age 12 I was used to the smog around my house. I was able to get a job now.

Wrong when ever I went into where the jobs were. The smog was a lot worse.The first time I went there towards a oil refinery. I was able to breathe in the air with just my face getting red. After a hour though of working, I could no longer breathe right. I was wheezing. The owner sent me home saying he did not want to listen to that. This happened 13 more times sometimes I passed out, sometimes my face would just get swollen. So here I am stuck inside. I was told by my parents that there was nothing to worry about that my younger sister can probably make up for the work when she gets old enough. This always made me feel worse. I am thinking about trying a job out again. Perhaps I will try one on the out skirts of the major smog areas....