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♛ scandal District Mayor 907 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Jun 6, 2019 17:23:32 GMT -5 now scandalicious	orchard . d11 . fin Jul 4, 2017 21:10:36 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ♛ scandal on Jul 4, 2017 21:10:36 GMT -5 Orchard Fifteen Riele Downs
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orchard . d11 . fin Jul 6, 2017 1:41:36 GMT -5

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Post by ♛ scandal on Jul 6, 2017 1:41:36 GMT -5

{When I look in the mirror}

I think I look like a normal 15 year old girl in 11. Thin, underweight due to not a lot of food to be eaten. My stomach has not really ever been full in my life. There might be those lucky days, but that is just it. There a luck of the draw. And the odds are 50-1. My ribs are very easily seen as I am 5'2 and only weigh 101 pounds. I am a little short for my age, but that has it's advantages. I can hide easier than than the taller and wider people. My arms are quite skinny as well. I do work in the fields, but my legs get more of a workout than my arms do. So, my legs are muscular. I can also run fast. Well some people in the district run faster than me, but I am faster than other people. My hands are a normal size. They aren't big and they aren't small. My finger's are thin and a little longer than normal. My arms are a bit longer than normal too. My legs are about normal, because when standing next to a girl with the same height as me, we have like the same leg length, but her arms are shorter than mine. I don't know if that is a gift or what.

My face is nothing special. I look like many of the girls in my family, I even share resemblance to my father's and brother's. Not a lot, my father said I take a lot after my mother. My eyes are large and brown. They are not stretched out that much, so it doesn't look like my eyes are closed. I have seen men and women with those eyes and I think their eyes are closed. My eyebrows are thin, and they are a light brown. The color blends in with my chocolate skin tone well. So well that some of the hairs blend in perfectly with my skin tone. Not a lot of course, but enough of them do. I got my nose from my father. Medium-sized, with large nostrils flaring out. Many would say that my nose looks a bit smashed in, but it just looks that way from the angle your looking at it. My lips, my father said, I definitely inherited from my mother. Small, but wide. Not that long, but if it was even less wide my lips would look naturally puckered. My hair is short and curled. I neither got my hair from my father or mother. It seems that I got my hair from my grandmother, which she has a light brown hair color, as my mother had dark brown, and my father has black.

{When you delve through my mind}

I am naturally not the happiest person. I was young when my mother died, but I still felt that she had left this world. That she had left dad, That she left us. That she left me. I was sad at the young age, wondering where my mother had been for all those days she had missed. All those happy times in which she wasn't there. Those days when when we aged up and our father cooked a little extra for everybody. She missed every single on of those days. But as I got older, I got angrier. She wouldn't have died if the capitol didn't exist. There laws and enforcers are what got her killed. They killed her And I wanted my revenge. Not only for me. For her. For dad. For all those who have lost someone due to the capitol. And that was a lot of people. I bet they all want their revenge for those who they have lost.

I do my best at my studies. I think my education is important, even though I live in a world that an education most likely won't get you anywhere special. I have always tried to be on time to school, and usually I succeed at that. I want to keep my grades above a B, but I feel fine and not guilty if my grades are above a C. I feel guilty that I didn't try hard enough when I get a C. But, when I study enough and I think I try hard enough that my grades are all above a C average, I am good inside. Nothing really gets to me except guilt. Every time I do something wrong, I have a really guilty feeling and I can't help but speak up and tell the truth. It's not necessarily a good thing. When I need to keep a secret for a friend, and someone asks about it, I just spit it out. Then I feel really guilty, and when my friend asks me about it I tell them, and they are angry with me. Nobody asks me If I can keep a secret, cause I can't.

People see me as controlling. The kids I usually have to work with are not the smartest of the bunch. They also love to take the leadership position. That is a huge problem for me. They don't know how to really do the work, so I say a small speech, and then when they realize my intellect is way farther that their's, I become the leader. They usually get annoyed by this, but we usually get A's and B's, but when we fail, they blame it on me. They get angrier when I don't let them do something, so when I let them do something and they screw it up, it's on me for having a soft heart at the moment that I should have broken off some cold hard truth.

I am an educated person, but I am very superstitious. Even some of those who do have an higher intellect than others, can believe in things that really have no supporting evidence to that case. Like a higher calling. I do believe that there is a higher being than the capitol out there. I don't think it's a good higher calling, because if it was, It would have destroyed the capitol a while ago. I think the higher calling has possessed the capitol, and when we finally destroy the capitol, those who have been possessed by the evil high being will be freed from it's mind control.

{When you go through the past}

I was one of the youngest in my family. My mother died when I was 7. Those were hard times. At that age it was still hard for me to process death. I couldn't really wrap my head around the concept that early into my life. Even though I couldn't understand, I still felt that she wasn't going to come home. I still remember those days I woke up crying, asking my father, "Where is mommy?" His eyes always teared up when I asked him that question. I stopped asking the question after I had grasped the concept of death when I was 9. I grew closer to my father around that time. We visited her grave together, looked at it for hours at a time. A bond was formed, and even though we grew apart after I turned 10, the bond still lingers.

Orchard met her soon-to-be best friend when she was 11. She was walking around town, not knowing what to do on a dull day as that one was. She found a couple kids kicking around a ball. She didn't know why, and she couldn't find a reason why at the time. One of the girls playing with the ball saw her, and asked her if she wanted to play. The girl was nice enough to make that offer, so Orchard excepted the invitation. She didn't know how to play so she just kicked it. Turns out she was alright at the game. The kids played for hours, and they returned the next day, and the next, and the next for a year. Then they grew apart, like an friendship that Orchard has made. She went to not having friends. Sitting at the lunch table alone. Then the girl sat down with her again. They stuck with each other, and they are still best friends, still to this day.

I experienced my first crush when I was 13. I never thought I would fall in love with such a hooligan, but I couldn't help to fall for him. It started out as a friendship. We just played around, but the playful aspect in our friendship became for intimate. More touching each other on the face, the body. I didn't realize, but my friend did. She said that he totally likes me. I was weirded out a first, because I didn't want to have a relationship at the age I was at. But as I opened my eyes to the romantic clues in his playful nature, I started to fall for him, and when I worked up the nerve to kiss him, he had kissed my best friend before I got the chance to share my feelings. I still haven't gotten over him, and I still have a jealously for my friend, but I don't want to abandon her and sit at the lunch table alone, again.

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♛ scandal District Mayor 907 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Jun 6, 2019 17:23:32 GMT -5 now scandalicious	orchard . d11 . fin Jul 11, 2017 0:12:57 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ♛ scandal on Jul 11, 2017 0:12:57 GMT -5 I think she is done!

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