raisha <district nine> fin
Jul 11, 2017 0:30:43 GMT -5
Post by ♛ scandal on Jul 11, 2017 0:30:43 GMT -5
Raisha D'Neavou
18 19
I have long black locks of hair, a gift from my mother. That was the only thing that I inherited from her. Everything else I got from my father. The small, pink lips. They are not the best for boys, but they are beautiful. The light pink color really does compliment my light olive skin tone. The slim, round-tipped nose. It might not sound the best in words, but it makes up for the horrible picture that it puts in your mind with the actual looks of my nose.
The dark brown doe eye's, that make it hard for people to say no. That may sound like something you would inherit from your mother, but my father has all the good stuff. So I am glad that I got one of the best things that I could from my parents. My mother's eyebrows would have been nice, but I can settle for my fathers. They aren't as good as my mother's, but the makeup that I get my brother to steal for me, helps me make it look a bit better that it usually does. As my family is well off, I wear pretty nice clothes. I try to look my best, and flaunt what I have. I usually wear like longer lengthed sweaters, and dark blue jeans. They are my favorite to wear, even year round. During summer, I might substitute it for shorter jeans, and a more loose sweater. Winter I will most likely have a jacket, and furry boots with the jeans.
I am not that strong. My max I can probably lift is about 70 pounds. You might say, that is quite good, but not for the girls in my family. My mom is quite strong for a girl. She can lift about 200 pounds. I want to be like her, but I don't want to be bulky. It does not really look good if you want a boyfriend, or a relationship that will last. Most guys don't want to date a girl that is stronger than him.I am an average 18 year-old girl in height. I stand at around 5'7. That is like the normal, since I am the same height as almost every other senior at school. Like when you look at an overview of every senior in a hallway, it is almost the exact same since everyone is around the same height. This is kind of like with my mother again, as she is 6'1. I would like to be like my mother, but not a lot of guys want to date a girl taller than him.
Many people would call me a bitch, as I can be quite the really mean person. I know, a huge stereotype is that the pretty girl is the school's bitch. Well, I am mean, I am mean because most of the popular kids are. If I don't act like them, I won't fit in with them, and I would just be the rich pretty girl, but at the bottom of the social ladder. Many people will call me pretty, beautiful, refer to me as an object, not a person. I do consider myself attractive, but I am not conceited. It was flattering, at first, when people whistled at me when I was walking down the hallway, but after a while it just got to the point when people would do it, I would give them the finger. It just when over the line when a guy slapped my ass in the hallway and people laughed.
I do try to keep my dignity when that happens, I try to stand tall and not let those baboons get in my way. But sometimes, I just heat up and I want to cry. I walk as fast as I can when that happens, and when I am alone I let it all out. The tears just flow and the mascara that I usually wear gets stained on my cheeks. That's why I always try my hardest to keep my dignity. I am not the trusting type of person. Yes, I do have to be trusting with my friends, because they are all snakes, but I always keep an eye open with them. I was trusting with them when I met them, but after they betrayed one of the other girls, I didn't trust them as much after they did that. I still don't trust them. They have gained a little trust, but that is about all they are going to get until they really prove they are worth my trust.
I try to be real with what I dream. I don't try to dream of things that is not going to happen in real life, or it is really unlikely. I try to be realistic with my thoughts, and my dreams. Many of the people hope things will happen, that are most likely not going to happen.
I was born to my current parents 18 years-ago. I was the first-born baby, so I got the special treatment. My brother came along 2 years later, and he didn't get the treatment that I did. Of course I felt bad for him, but I was happy for myself. Growing up, I always got the special treatment, but it turned out to be a nuisanse, as I couldn't sneak out, because the would bring treats up to my room when I was gone. I didn't get into much trouble, just a firm don't do that again talk. My brother got smacked up the head and sent to his room.
I met my old best friend when I was 6. She was a girl just sitting by herself, while every other kid played with each other, having fun. I didn't have anyone to play with either, so I went to her. We played tag. It was fun, we played with each other for 7 years, until we went into high school. I was the rich pretty girl, and the popular girls wanted to be my friend. I was friends with them, but I tried to also be friends with my bff. But we grew apart.
I started blackmailing my brother to steal things for me when I caught him banging a girl on my parents bed. I saw it, and my parents would of course take my word over his, so he stole jewelry for me. I wasn't actually going to tell my parents, but I needed the upper hand. I got some good stuff from him stealing stuff for me. I told him he could stop when I was 15, after 2 years, but he said it was fun, so he continued, but I told him to stop stealing for me, so he started stealing for himself and his girlfriend.My friends betrayed one of my other friends when I was 17, when she started sleeping with another girl's boyfriend. It was off limits, but they literally humiliated her in front of the whole school. The spilled pig's blood her in front of everyone. She was literally cast as the laughing stock of the year. I felt bad for her, but I didn't want to end up like her. I stopped trusting my friends when they did that.
The dark brown doe eye's, that make it hard for people to say no. That may sound like something you would inherit from your mother, but my father has all the good stuff. So I am glad that I got one of the best things that I could from my parents. My mother's eyebrows would have been nice, but I can settle for my fathers. They aren't as good as my mother's, but the makeup that I get my brother to steal for me, helps me make it look a bit better that it usually does. As my family is well off, I wear pretty nice clothes. I try to look my best, and flaunt what I have. I usually wear like longer lengthed sweaters, and dark blue jeans. They are my favorite to wear, even year round. During summer, I might substitute it for shorter jeans, and a more loose sweater. Winter I will most likely have a jacket, and furry boots with the jeans.
I am not that strong. My max I can probably lift is about 70 pounds. You might say, that is quite good, but not for the girls in my family. My mom is quite strong for a girl. She can lift about 200 pounds. I want to be like her, but I don't want to be bulky. It does not really look good if you want a boyfriend, or a relationship that will last. Most guys don't want to date a girl that is stronger than him.I am an average 18 year-old girl in height. I stand at around 5'7. That is like the normal, since I am the same height as almost every other senior at school. Like when you look at an overview of every senior in a hallway, it is almost the exact same since everyone is around the same height. This is kind of like with my mother again, as she is 6'1. I would like to be like my mother, but not a lot of guys want to date a girl taller than him.
Many people would call me a bitch, as I can be quite the really mean person. I know, a huge stereotype is that the pretty girl is the school's bitch. Well, I am mean, I am mean because most of the popular kids are. If I don't act like them, I won't fit in with them, and I would just be the rich pretty girl, but at the bottom of the social ladder. Many people will call me pretty, beautiful, refer to me as an object, not a person. I do consider myself attractive, but I am not conceited. It was flattering, at first, when people whistled at me when I was walking down the hallway, but after a while it just got to the point when people would do it, I would give them the finger. It just when over the line when a guy slapped my ass in the hallway and people laughed.
I do try to keep my dignity when that happens, I try to stand tall and not let those baboons get in my way. But sometimes, I just heat up and I want to cry. I walk as fast as I can when that happens, and when I am alone I let it all out. The tears just flow and the mascara that I usually wear gets stained on my cheeks. That's why I always try my hardest to keep my dignity. I am not the trusting type of person. Yes, I do have to be trusting with my friends, because they are all snakes, but I always keep an eye open with them. I was trusting with them when I met them, but after they betrayed one of the other girls, I didn't trust them as much after they did that. I still don't trust them. They have gained a little trust, but that is about all they are going to get until they really prove they are worth my trust.
I try to be real with what I dream. I don't try to dream of things that is not going to happen in real life, or it is really unlikely. I try to be realistic with my thoughts, and my dreams. Many of the people hope things will happen, that are most likely not going to happen.
I was born to my current parents 18 years-ago. I was the first-born baby, so I got the special treatment. My brother came along 2 years later, and he didn't get the treatment that I did. Of course I felt bad for him, but I was happy for myself. Growing up, I always got the special treatment, but it turned out to be a nuisanse, as I couldn't sneak out, because the would bring treats up to my room when I was gone. I didn't get into much trouble, just a firm don't do that again talk. My brother got smacked up the head and sent to his room.
I met my old best friend when I was 6. She was a girl just sitting by herself, while every other kid played with each other, having fun. I didn't have anyone to play with either, so I went to her. We played tag. It was fun, we played with each other for 7 years, until we went into high school. I was the rich pretty girl, and the popular girls wanted to be my friend. I was friends with them, but I tried to also be friends with my bff. But we grew apart.
I started blackmailing my brother to steal things for me when I caught him banging a girl on my parents bed. I saw it, and my parents would of course take my word over his, so he stole jewelry for me. I wasn't actually going to tell my parents, but I needed the upper hand. I got some good stuff from him stealing stuff for me. I told him he could stop when I was 15, after 2 years, but he said it was fun, so he continued, but I told him to stop stealing for me, so he started stealing for himself and his girlfriend.My friends betrayed one of my other friends when I was 17, when she started sleeping with another girl's boyfriend. It was off limits, but they literally humiliated her in front of the whole school. The spilled pig's blood her in front of everyone. She was literally cast as the laughing stock of the year. I felt bad for her, but I didn't want to end up like her. I stopped trusting my friends when they did that.
