Paulette Fioré . District 8 . Wip

Paulette Fioré . District 8 . Wip May 20, 2017 18:08:10 GMT -5

Post by bunnycorp on May 20, 2017 18:08:10 GMT -5

❚ AMERICA FERERRA❚ DISTRICT EIGHT ❚ EIGHTEEN

{Fair warning, suicidal thoughts are in this bio}

I was born in a family that treated me like a slave. I had no part in their 'family'. I was just the servant who had to cater to their every need. The little hair I had, was wispy and look dull. It is so sad that I have nothing to keep my hair shiny like some people do in the districts cough-my parents-cough. I had to keep my light brown hair short, because my sisters hate it when my hair touches their feet when I had to clip her nails. Speaking of nails, mine are rugged and bitten off since they grow long and my parents won't give me anything to trim them with. Then they say it bothers them. Well, hello, it bothers me too! I have a heavy build, because I eat whatever I see. I just don't ever have enough food in my system when I work, so i over eat, because I feel like I am starving. That caused many of the boys in the district to look at me with weird eyes since I am like 4 times the size of them and they are the strong ones. My breasts are big, yes, many people count that as a good thing, but my mother says it distracts her when I am catering to her. It creeps me out that she would look there. But, whatever, I have to deal with it. I don't want to, but I need somewhere to stay. I can't stay on the streets. Something bad could happen really quick if I stayed there. My family wouldn't care, they would be to busy trying to get a new servant to do their bidding. Those sick monsters. I would only have the clothes on my back. I would probably strip anyway. I have to wear my sisters old clothes, so if I do runaway my parents would probably sue me for stealing property.

My parents complain that something went wrong with my genetics, because I have fat lips and they have long thin lips. I have light pink lips while they have dark red lips. I have a fat smushed-like nose that makes me look weird with my skinny cheeks. They have a long slender nose that is very defined, making it look like a stick. They wear to much makeup. It makes me sick, because they spend so much of our money on makeup and clothes and then they look like fudging stupid looking clowns. It hurts my head to even talk about it. I have a lot of acne, which really bothers my mother. She says it looks like I dotted my face with red paint. What a bitch, right? She gets annoyed by it, but won't buy me something to cure it. That is how dumb she is. And she has the audacity to call me a stupid whore. My eyes are a hazel, like my fathers. That is the only thing between me and him that is in common. Everything else I probably got from a grandparent or something, because I couldn't be more different from my parents. I am not a cruel person, but they are. Animals. I have short eyelashes, which I am grateful for. My mother and sisters are always complaining about how their eyelashes get all in their eyes. Ha! Serves them right. My skin is a light brown. My parents and sisters are a pale, light yellow. That sets my way apart from my family, That makes people suspicious if I am actually their daughter. I have had my doubts, but sadly i think that I am their daughter.

I am more of a reserved person. I typically stay to myself, and mostly people stay away from me. My sisters are kind of influential and they turn people away from me. It's a good thing for them. But for me its not. I haven't had any friends since I started school. My teachers don't even like me, because they are like buddy buddies with my sisters. Sad right. I should protest for corruption within the ranks of the teachers. The only friends I have had are stuffed animals that eventually get burned by my parents. Who think socializing with non-existent things is a pitiful thing to watch. At that time, it was something that helped me get through life, without putting an end to it. Many people would call me weird for that, but it was logical for someone like me to go seeking refuge with inanimate objects. It probably helped many kids with parents who neglected them. Who think they are taking care of their baby, when they are really hurting them. The stuffed animal was a mini panda bear. It was cute and I talked to him everyday. That stuffed animal made me feel like I finally had someone to care for me, but my parents took that away from me, just like they do everything.

I am suicidal. It is not a good thing for anybody to be like that, but when you live in my shoes or under my roof, you'll know why I have thoughts like those. They started when I has 7, when news got around that a kid committed suicide. He took the easy way out, it is what my parents said. What they said got to me. If I took the easy way out, I would not be burdened with staying with them. They would be burdened with what to tell people why I did what I did. Someone would eventually figure out that I was neglected and felt like I wasn't part of the family. It wouldn't be hard to figure out since they would probably be fake crying when people ask them about me, or when the authorities show to take my body away. Or when they mourn me. It would just be for show, and they are bad actors so it would be obvious I was the odd one out. It continued all through out high school. It became more common when I entered my junior year. I was constantly berated and made feel little by people all over the school that I almost just snapped. I just didn't want to be one of the people that took the easy way out. I wanted to go out with a bang.

I try not to give up things when I start them. I like to finish something, even if it takes me a while and multiple tries to accomplish it. It makes me feel good when I finish something, and not fail and give it up, That also ties in with my suicidal thoughts. I don't want to give up on life, I want to complete my running through and through. That would make me the most happy. If I live till I'm 100, then I'll feel really accomplished. It would just make me so happy that I complete the biggest thing that you can complete, life. Yes, it has been tough so far. But I have pulled myself up on multiple occasions throughout the 18 years I have been alive. I can do it for a couple more decades. It shouldn't be to hard.

I was born late into September.