Cheryl-Rae Potter [FIN]
Sept 25, 2016 12:08:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2016 12:08:41 GMT -5
Cheryl-Rae Potter
District 12
16
Appearance:
My blonde hair flows down my back, and onto my slim waist. It's usually let loose to flow and explore places. I cut it when I put my hands to my side and my hair is farther than my finger nails. I come from a long line of bakery workers, and I'm fortunate enough to have a meal everyday. My eye's are hazel, and they compliment my long, beautiful eyelashes which I'm fortunate to have in such a ugly, poor district. I usually wear a sweater that was gave to me when my grandmother died of disease when I was 8. My grandmother gave me the sweater, because It was her mothers, and she wanted me to have it and possibly have me give it to my kids some day.
I usually wear my grandmother's necklace around my neck, especially on reaping say. My grandmother necklace look's like this: Grandmother's Necklace. My lips are medium sized, and look glossy because of my lip color. My lips are a glossy color pink, even though when you see me up close they don't seem glossy, but they are. My face is rounded, like my ears and they make my features look doll like. It makes guys stare at me, and I really don't like it. I have an 2x3 array of pimples across each cheek. Maybe 2x4 on the right cheek.
I usually wear my grandmother's necklace around my neck, especially on reaping say. My grandmother necklace look's like this: Grandmother's Necklace. My lips are medium sized, and look glossy because of my lip color. My lips are a glossy color pink, even though when you see me up close they don't seem glossy, but they are. My face is rounded, like my ears and they make my features look doll like. It makes guys stare at me, and I really don't like it. I have an 2x3 array of pimples across each cheek. Maybe 2x4 on the right cheek.
Personality:
If you ever went to school with me, than you know I'm a math wiz. 2 x B + 234 x J is my shiz. I love to solve math problems and solve math equations, that is so fun for me. My parents use my math talents for sales and taxes and stuff, and I appreciate that. You might be thinking Does she really love math, or She's totally a nerd. That maybe be true, but I'm prettier than most, and If you have seen me than you know what I'm talking about. Guys love me, Girls want to be me. As you see I'm not very modest, but I do try to be nice, and I am very often.
I am a little snobbish, and I have a phobia of gross things. I don't know what it is called, because I never said I was good with English either, or was it reading, or Spanish. I don't know, because the only class I'm good at is math. I don't even understand English, but do we really need to know what a prepositional phrase is, or how to diagram a sentence. Do we really? Ask yourself, When will we actually use that in our lives? No offense but It's kinda stupid that they're making me waste my time in a class that were not going to ever use the stuff for later in our life.
I do trust easily, and that's a major flaw for me, because most people just want to gain popularity or have help on their math.They just need to ask for some help sometimes, not every single day. I hope they know I have a life to. I have a magnificent boyfriend, and some really good true friends that help me when I'm going through troubled times, and I do the same thing for them.
When my sister died, that period of time caused me to go into depression. I never really talk anymore, I started failing very class, even math, because I was to sad to do any work. The teachers were sympathetic, but still failed me. I was sad, my parents looked at me with concerened eyes, anytime they weren't crying their eyes out. I was in depression for a while, until I decided I needed to stop mourning or I will never get anywhere in life. Every time I think about Orania, I try to push the thoughts away, knowing that I will get emotional if think about Orania. I know that I will get emotional, so I only think about Orania, and cry about her when I'm out of the sight of the public.
I am a little snobbish, and I have a phobia of gross things. I don't know what it is called, because I never said I was good with English either, or was it reading, or Spanish. I don't know, because the only class I'm good at is math. I don't even understand English, but do we really need to know what a prepositional phrase is, or how to diagram a sentence. Do we really? Ask yourself, When will we actually use that in our lives? No offense but It's kinda stupid that they're making me waste my time in a class that were not going to ever use the stuff for later in our life.
I do trust easily, and that's a major flaw for me, because most people just want to gain popularity or have help on their math.They just need to ask for some help sometimes, not every single day. I hope they know I have a life to. I have a magnificent boyfriend, and some really good true friends that help me when I'm going through troubled times, and I do the same thing for them.
When my sister died, that period of time caused me to go into depression. I never really talk anymore, I started failing very class, even math, because I was to sad to do any work. The teachers were sympathetic, but still failed me. I was sad, my parents looked at me with concerened eyes, anytime they weren't crying their eyes out. I was in depression for a while, until I decided I needed to stop mourning or I will never get anywhere in life. Every time I think about Orania, I try to push the thoughts away, knowing that I will get emotional if think about Orania. I know that I will get emotional, so I only think about Orania, and cry about her when I'm out of the sight of the public.
History:
I was born to two magnificent bakers, who adore me so much, and give me so much love and dedication. I was born a beautiful baby, admired by most eyes, and envied by others. Many people hated that I was naturally beautiful, or that I grew up with food on our table mostly every night, but they barely anything everyday, sometimes nothing at all. My parents said I had a knack for my sister's math homework, when I was 5. She was 6, but I understood it more than she did. Back then it was only like 1 + 1, and 3 + 2. My sister just watched in mesmerization watching me do her homework, as she didn't understand any of it.
When I started school I excelled in most of the classes, except English. I always got A's in math, D's and occasionaly C's. Then when I was 7, something horrible happened,later this will shape my future forever. One choice or another will shape my future, caused by this. My sister, Orania, died, at the age of eight as some sick person murdered her. As the peacekeeper's say, someone murdered her brutally and in cold blood. I don't know why anybody would kill my sister in cold blood, because as far as I know, she is the nicest person in the school. The only person I could have killed my sister, is a guy from school. he bullies her, and is mean to her. I don't know his name or anything about him, but that is the only person that I could think of the could have killed my dearest sister.
They never caught the killer, even with their superior technology, they didn't find the murderer of my dearest Sister. I resumed school, nobody really talked to me anymore, because they probably knew that I just want to be alone. I still got good grades, except for english, which I scratched by with a low C. My parents just keep getting teary eyed every time they passed my sister's room. Old room, now that she is dead. We don't eat very much, most of the time stare at the empty seat, that was once filled by my sister. A month after my sister's death, the district hosted a funeral for my sister. About 30 people came, some of her friends from school, with their families, and families from my mother's side, and father's side came to this funeral. Everybody got teary eyed, me especially after they read about her.
I had two choices after a year after my sister's death, keep crying and mourning her, or move on and mourn her on the anniversary of her death. I chose to move on, I felt like it was the wrong decsion, feeling like I'm leaving my sister behind, abandoning her. But at the anniversary of her death, every year, me and my family go to her grave and mourn her the whole day. At 12 years old, I finally got the hand of english, but still got all C's. Now I'm 16, 8 years ago I was mourning a loss, 8 years later I was doing good in school, having a boyfriend, sometimes forgetting I had a sister. I know that sounds bad, but I was surrounded by so much happiness, that I forgot that I had a sister, and I felt like I ruled the world when I was that happy.
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When I started school I excelled in most of the classes, except English. I always got A's in math, D's and occasionaly C's. Then when I was 7, something horrible happened,later this will shape my future forever. One choice or another will shape my future, caused by this. My sister, Orania, died, at the age of eight as some sick person murdered her. As the peacekeeper's say, someone murdered her brutally and in cold blood. I don't know why anybody would kill my sister in cold blood, because as far as I know, she is the nicest person in the school. The only person I could have killed my sister, is a guy from school. he bullies her, and is mean to her. I don't know his name or anything about him, but that is the only person that I could think of the could have killed my dearest sister.
They never caught the killer, even with their superior technology, they didn't find the murderer of my dearest Sister. I resumed school, nobody really talked to me anymore, because they probably knew that I just want to be alone. I still got good grades, except for english, which I scratched by with a low C. My parents just keep getting teary eyed every time they passed my sister's room. Old room, now that she is dead. We don't eat very much, most of the time stare at the empty seat, that was once filled by my sister. A month after my sister's death, the district hosted a funeral for my sister. About 30 people came, some of her friends from school, with their families, and families from my mother's side, and father's side came to this funeral. Everybody got teary eyed, me especially after they read about her.
I had two choices after a year after my sister's death, keep crying and mourning her, or move on and mourn her on the anniversary of her death. I chose to move on, I felt like it was the wrong decsion, feeling like I'm leaving my sister behind, abandoning her. But at the anniversary of her death, every year, me and my family go to her grave and mourn her the whole day. At 12 years old, I finally got the hand of english, but still got all C's. Now I'm 16, 8 years ago I was mourning a loss, 8 years later I was doing good in school, having a boyfriend, sometimes forgetting I had a sister. I know that sounds bad, but I was surrounded by so much happiness, that I forgot that I had a sister, and I felt like I ruled the world when I was that happy.
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1249 words.
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