Nataliya Hadley-Adams D10 {Done}

Nataliya Hadley-Adams
Seventeen
Female
District Ten

I don't understand why most the girls I know want to be a beauty queen. It doesn't make any sense. What's life without a little dirt on your face? I mean especially since I'm in District Ten. I live in the farm land. I always see people that's covered in dirt, yet I still see those that want to be a beauty queen. It makes me sick. Don't get me wrong, I have a pretty face, but I'm not going to go around boasting about it. I'm not going to walk around town with my nose held high in the sky. Why would anyone do that? I don't, and I never will. I have so much hidden behind my face that nobody dares call me a beauty queen. You've been warned, so before you judge me, and call me a beauty queen, be careful because I'm not afraid use my fists. Now then, let's begin, shall we?

Don't let my light brown, almond shape eyes suck you in. It's only one feature, and I don't want you to be too focused on that. I want you to see the rest of me. My beautiful, black, thin eyebrows that lace my eyes causing the depths of my pupils to stand out more than ever. The tiny black eye lashes are extremely curly, and they always point up towards the sky. My eyes sit on my high cheek bones that are covered in light freckles. My nose is small, and has a bump in the middle of it that sticks out from a broken nose. I can see why people think I'm a beauty queen. I am very beautiful in my own opinion. My lips are large and pink. They are normally left open exposing my yellowy white teeth.

Why do people care what others look like? Why do they really sit there and judge that book by it's cover? I really hate people that always judge others. I despise them because they are too full of themselves to realize the hurt it brings down upon others. I'll stand up for those people. I don't care if it brings the words around to start trying to hurt me. Better me than some ignorant little kid that's going to run home crying. I don't give two shits about what people think of me. I'm my own person. I'm not afraid to make others hate me. If I'm happy with my own life, it doesn't matter what others think about me. I used to think it did matter, but I've been around Joel too much. He's taught me. He's told me how to live. He's showed me that I don't need others approval to be my own self.

"Nataliya, you just need to be honest with yourself, and other people. You don't have to worry about pleasing anyone. Just be yourself and all will be fine." Joel always told me this, and I believe it's true. Ask me a question, and I'll give you my honest opinion even if it goes against what others think. I won't sugar coat anything to make it look better. You want the truth, well I'll tell you the truth. Telling the truth is the way to make friends. It's the way to get people to respect you. Respect is extremely important in life. If I don't have respect for you, you might as well be my worse enemy. I respect everyone until I'm given a reason for it to go away. Respect should be at the heart of everyone. Respect and honesty should be at the heart of everyone. If you don't respect me, you better believe I won't respect you back.

I'm a happy, easy-going person, most of the time. I try to get along with everyone. In fact, I'll try to get along with everyone. It doesn't take much to make me happy. All I want is for everyone to stay out of my way, and to agree with what I say. It's that simple. If I tell you farm life is the way to live, then that's the way I live. I'm a farmer. I enjoy being out in the open fields raising my animals. I enjoy taking great care of them. They are my most prized possessions. If I tell you to leave me alone, you best be leaving me alone. That's usually the last warning I'll give before I turn on you. I'll become an ugly person that hates everyone. I am who I am because of the past I've lived. People hate me, but I've stopped caring. I am Natalyia Hadley-Adams.

I was born into this world seventeen years ago. I was born into the Hadley family. It's not the perfect family, and my Ma and Pa are nothing like Joel's parents. I'm an only child, so I've been spoiled growing up. I was taught the farm life before I could even walk. Amos, my Pa's brother, and Lillian are terrible people. Pa never says Amos is his brother. Arty, my pa, despises Amos for being the horrible person he really is. "Uncle Amos is one you should never be around alone. He has a son named Joel, and you can hang with your cousin Joel, but never be around Amos." Pa told me this from the time I was a toddler. It never made sense until now. Amos is a bastard. He's a prick, and I look forward to the day he dies.

At the age of five, I was able to start working on the farm with my Ma, Crissy Hadley-Adams, and my pa. Pa gave me my first animal to raise basically by myself with a little help from them. It was a baby cow. I loved that baby cow. It was my own cow, and I never wanted anything to hurt it. "Her name shall be Queenie." I used to be so excited when it was feeding time. Ma would hold the calf, and I would bottle feed her. It was so exciting to watch her drink from the bottle. When I was young, Ma and Pa would feed me. I was so helpless without even realizing it. I depend on them entirely just like this calf depends entirely on me. It's strange how life works. I was always so dependent upon my parents just like Queenie is depending upon me. I'll make sure Queenie lives the best life she can live.

At the age of nine, Queenie was taken away from me. She was destroyed for meat. I was so mad at the people that slaughtered her. The pain of losing her shattered my heart. I cried, and begged for them to stop, but they just kept going. I could see the fear in Queenie's eyes as they killed her. "Never name your animals. It'll only make it harder when they are killed." Anger surged through my veins. Pain that I never experienced before. I never dreamed it would be like this. "If you shouldn't name your animals because they will die, why should you name your children? Why would you name them because they are going to die. Everyone dies, so shouldn't we be nameless?" I wish he would have told me she was going to die when I first got her. I wouldn't have cared for her so much.

From that day forward, I resented my parents. The hatred I grew to them for killing my cow, for meat, has left me broken. "Nat, sorry about your cow. Queenie would've been a good milk cow to keep forever." That day we went to the markets together where an auction was going on to sell some baby animals, cows, pigs, goats, chickens. All of them ready to go to a new home. I bought a pig with the money I've made from my ma and my pa for farming. "Joel, I'm gonna let you take my own pig to your farm. I don't want Ma or Pa to be able to kill it. Protect it from uncle Amos and aunt Lillian." I know it's dumb to plead with him, but it has to be worth it. He's my only hope. "Nat, you better believe I'll protect her with my life."

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