Zenia Siella(d3 cb)

My brown hair falls over my tall frame. I am tall, really tall. I stand at five feet six inches, which is very tall for someone my age. I get called freak, but I brush it off with my smiles and bouncy personality. I like to make others happy, even though I am actually sad really. Despite the bounciness I put on during my time in public, when I am alone in my room, in the house owned by my drunken parents, I cry my eyes out. I essentially only have one arm, which comes from a drunken rage of my mother and father combined. They were fighting, and when I tried to stop them at eight years old, they lashed out severely. My brown eyes dry despite the pain, I never showed pain. It was also my right hand, and I was right handed, and I had to learn to live with a left hand. My parents said that if I revealed what actually happened that day, they would kill me. So I told everyone that it was an accident from the dangerous work I had working in a factory, surrounded by huge machines. Everyone believed it. Now I do what my father always told me, his one good, fatherly advice phrase for me, "Always put on a good face." And so, I spend my days with one arm, smiling until my face hurts in public, and crying my eyes out when I am alone, when I can let loose my feelings.