Amaryllis Kailesstees | District Seven {FIN}

Family:
Mother: Wanderer
Father: Unknown
Brother: Rowan (18)

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In a while now
I will feel better
I'll face the weather before me


By origin, I hail from a household of wealth. Everything was impeccable, and there was nothing to plague my home life, until the demise of my caretakers. That was the day I was left with not a soul but Rowan and the other children to tend to me. I didn't desire being looked after by others of my age. Being obtained by a foster family wasn't my preference either. Unfortunately, assistance in the situation was nonexistent from any but the foster home.

We aren't welcome there, as the children who first established it as their home dislike their new company. The Originals, we've branded them. The maternal figure in the foster home is of the medical practice, and the father is the provider for us all. They care about us in a more significant manor than the Originals. I don't believe that the Originals will ever learn to approve of us.

I can recall first setting foot in my new residence, my sparkling blue eyes scanning the rooms of the home. Cautiously, I interacted for the first time with my new 'family'. I wasn't sure if that was what I should call them yet. Although, I still don't refer to them as such. They are simply 'the Originals', and they will remain that way until we start to coexist properly.

Amaryllis Vivienne Kailesstees is my title in its entirety. None of the Originals care to acknowledge that, as they choose to ignore me. They don't refer to me as anything other than an annoyance, as we don't converse much at all. The only individual in the dwelling that I resemble is my brother, Rowan, as we are offspring of the same parents. Our dark-colored hair and pale skin may be similar to one another, but we don't click as well as we did in the past.

Sassy, quarrelsome, persnickety and a bit of a dare devil. I've been referred to as all of these adjectives, yet none of it aggravates me. I don't concern myself with the words of others, as it only causes unneeded conflict. If I cause conflict, it must be with reason. Conflict is common in our home, and albeit often by my cause, I don't do it for the hell of it. If I need a task completed, it will be done.

My height, albeit not towering, is of a moderate measurement. I can fend for myself when it comes to arguments or fights of sort. Weakness is not something I display at will. Immunity to many diseases seems to be a positive aspect of who I am, which allows me to show my strength further. I hide parts of me that may aid the enemy in taking me out or striking me down, such as the emotional wounds of my past that I don't wish to have opened again.

Physically, every living thing has vulnerabilities, even if one does not wish to accept such things. I am no exception to this law of nature, to my dismay. I may have a significant amount of ability and endurance, as well as be a talented creature in the act of swimming, but I can not be the prodigy of all parts of life. The Originals have always found a way to reveal my weaknesses when they can, whether they be of appearance or of physical abilities. I lack in the ability to climb in a talented way. My knock-kneed way of running is also often revealed, as I can not hold myself up without my knees touching together in an uncomfortable and unattractive way. 

Conclusively, I do not find my life to be considered 'enjoyable'. It's difficult, having to live in a way that the Originals don't want me out of their home that they've claimed for so long. Although, I still believe that they desire my riddance. What I attempt to do to gain their acceptance is void and irrelevant, like the extra, spare, redundant words in this sentence. My belief is that my life will never truly change. I will always be the former 'rich kid' that doesn't deserve to be loved as much in the eyes of the Originals.


In a while now I'll race the irony
And buy back each word of my eulogy