Namo Graham D4 [done]
Oct 22, 2017 13:45:05 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Oct 22, 2017 13:45:05 GMT -5
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District Four
Career
For all my life all I had was my father, and he taught me so many things. He showed me how to make my own fishing nets and how to catch a fish. He showed me how to properly clean them to make sure they're safe to eat. He showed me how to fight. He taught me how to use many weapons when it came to defending myself. One of my favorite weapons is a knife. It's just an extension of my arm, and I can easily use it for close range fights. It's simple. A lot of times at the training center, I see people using tridents and spears. It seems logical being from district four, but at the same time. I like being different than others. Nothing wrong with that. It makes life easier sometime because I fully believe everything happens for a reason.
One day I went fishing with my dad. He stayed on the beach while I went into the water on the boat alone. It was my first time alone. It made me excited knowing that he trusted me. Knowing that I finally had a chance to show I'm capable of handling myself well in situations. It all was going well. I had caught a few fish, but I made a mistake. Instead of trying to balance out the weight in the tiny boat, I put all the fish on one side. After a few hauls, the side of the boat became heavier, but I didn't realize it was tipping until it was too late. I tried to keep myself in the boat, but it flipped anyway, and I don't remember much about it. I hit my head on something, and my father came to rescue me. He saved me from drowning and from dying. I had quite a few stitches placed in my head, but thankfully it wasn't major damage.
My life was okay until the tsunami hit. I wasn't anywhere close to home, and I realized my father had been at home. I wasn't able to go see him. To go find him or anything until the search and rescue started happening. So many people came to the district to try to help. I remember walking through with them, and I'll never forget finding my father. He was alive, but severely injured. I tried getting him help. I begged the doctors and medics working to save him. I begged them to try, and they did try. But it wasn't enough. He had lost too much blood, and his injuries were terrible. I made my father a promise that day. I told him I would stay strong and fight for everything I could receive in life.
I spend most of my time with friends now. I love hanging out with them because I don't really have any family of my own. I enjoy hiking and fishing with them. Sometimes I'll cliff dive with them. Other times we'll head to the training center and fight some. I enjoy fighting and training not to mention I have to keep the promise I made to him before he died. I have days of feeling lost and confused and nothing makes sense. Sometimes I feel completely useless and helpless, but my friends help get me through. When I'm down, they help me stand again. It means the world to me knowing I have people to lean against when I'm feeling weak.
But after hanging out with friends, I have to find a quiet place to recharge. I'm an introverted person, but it doesn't mean I'm shy. I enjoy listening when people are talking. I observe things. I can hold conversations with people, but I don't like small talk. I love exploring the world and taking it all in. I hate when people ask me why I'm so quiet. I don't have an answer for it. It's just who I am. I hate being forced into social situations. I don't like being around large crowds. It makes me tired, and I just need to get away and recharge for a bit. Sometimes I can get grouchy and irritable if I'm forced in a social situation for too long, and later I feel bad.
I'm definitely a fighter. I hate when things are handed to me. I want to earn them. To prove that I'm capable of getting what I need for myself. Sometimes I guess pride stands in my way, but I'm not sure. I like to carry myself with my head held high. I want to have confidence. Sometimes it makes people leave me alone. One thing I've learned through fighting and proving how strong I am is that I'm stronger than I ever imagined. I like pushing myself to the limits. I've gone through a storm before. I've been forced to feel like I'm weak, but I keep on trucking. Just have to keep pushing on. I don't like giving up because in my opinion the only true failure is the one who gives up and never tries again.
There was one point in life that I really let myself go. I let my hair get shaggy and nasty. I tried growing a scruffy bread. I didn't really shower much. I lost a lot of weight because I wasn't eating properly. I only bought really baggy clothes since I didn't care about what I looked like. I wasn't sleeping much. I rarely got out in the sun any at all. I just stayed in the house under a cover because it was hard crawling out of bed. I ended up really pale, and I started fighting a lot of sickness. I had constant headaches. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life, but I remembered the promise I made my father before he died, and it caused me to change.
I get out in the sun more. I spend more times with my friends. I do things that make me happy. I wear clothes that actually fit. I've cut my hair. I take showers every day now. I smile because sometimes that's all I need to get my day going. I'm not sick nearly as much as I used to be. I still get these headaches. I blame them on the time I flipped the boat. I'm eating better. I feel like I'm back to my normal self. I'm working on getting a nice tan from the sun. I try to help people who are in need. Maybe I can use my story to help someone who's going through the same thing. I believe everything happens for a reason. I've still got a long way to go in life, but I have friends by my side who are willing to help me every step of the way. That is all I can ask for.
District Four
Career
For all my life all I had was my father, and he taught me so many things. He showed me how to make my own fishing nets and how to catch a fish. He showed me how to properly clean them to make sure they're safe to eat. He showed me how to fight. He taught me how to use many weapons when it came to defending myself. One of my favorite weapons is a knife. It's just an extension of my arm, and I can easily use it for close range fights. It's simple. A lot of times at the training center, I see people using tridents and spears. It seems logical being from district four, but at the same time. I like being different than others. Nothing wrong with that. It makes life easier sometime because I fully believe everything happens for a reason.
One day I went fishing with my dad. He stayed on the beach while I went into the water on the boat alone. It was my first time alone. It made me excited knowing that he trusted me. Knowing that I finally had a chance to show I'm capable of handling myself well in situations. It all was going well. I had caught a few fish, but I made a mistake. Instead of trying to balance out the weight in the tiny boat, I put all the fish on one side. After a few hauls, the side of the boat became heavier, but I didn't realize it was tipping until it was too late. I tried to keep myself in the boat, but it flipped anyway, and I don't remember much about it. I hit my head on something, and my father came to rescue me. He saved me from drowning and from dying. I had quite a few stitches placed in my head, but thankfully it wasn't major damage.
My life was okay until the tsunami hit. I wasn't anywhere close to home, and I realized my father had been at home. I wasn't able to go see him. To go find him or anything until the search and rescue started happening. So many people came to the district to try to help. I remember walking through with them, and I'll never forget finding my father. He was alive, but severely injured. I tried getting him help. I begged the doctors and medics working to save him. I begged them to try, and they did try. But it wasn't enough. He had lost too much blood, and his injuries were terrible. I made my father a promise that day. I told him I would stay strong and fight for everything I could receive in life.
I spend most of my time with friends now. I love hanging out with them because I don't really have any family of my own. I enjoy hiking and fishing with them. Sometimes I'll cliff dive with them. Other times we'll head to the training center and fight some. I enjoy fighting and training not to mention I have to keep the promise I made to him before he died. I have days of feeling lost and confused and nothing makes sense. Sometimes I feel completely useless and helpless, but my friends help get me through. When I'm down, they help me stand again. It means the world to me knowing I have people to lean against when I'm feeling weak.
But after hanging out with friends, I have to find a quiet place to recharge. I'm an introverted person, but it doesn't mean I'm shy. I enjoy listening when people are talking. I observe things. I can hold conversations with people, but I don't like small talk. I love exploring the world and taking it all in. I hate when people ask me why I'm so quiet. I don't have an answer for it. It's just who I am. I hate being forced into social situations. I don't like being around large crowds. It makes me tired, and I just need to get away and recharge for a bit. Sometimes I can get grouchy and irritable if I'm forced in a social situation for too long, and later I feel bad.
I'm definitely a fighter. I hate when things are handed to me. I want to earn them. To prove that I'm capable of getting what I need for myself. Sometimes I guess pride stands in my way, but I'm not sure. I like to carry myself with my head held high. I want to have confidence. Sometimes it makes people leave me alone. One thing I've learned through fighting and proving how strong I am is that I'm stronger than I ever imagined. I like pushing myself to the limits. I've gone through a storm before. I've been forced to feel like I'm weak, but I keep on trucking. Just have to keep pushing on. I don't like giving up because in my opinion the only true failure is the one who gives up and never tries again.
There was one point in life that I really let myself go. I let my hair get shaggy and nasty. I tried growing a scruffy bread. I didn't really shower much. I lost a lot of weight because I wasn't eating properly. I only bought really baggy clothes since I didn't care about what I looked like. I wasn't sleeping much. I rarely got out in the sun any at all. I just stayed in the house under a cover because it was hard crawling out of bed. I ended up really pale, and I started fighting a lot of sickness. I had constant headaches. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life, but I remembered the promise I made my father before he died, and it caused me to change.
I get out in the sun more. I spend more times with my friends. I do things that make me happy. I wear clothes that actually fit. I've cut my hair. I take showers every day now. I smile because sometimes that's all I need to get my day going. I'm not sick nearly as much as I used to be. I still get these headaches. I blame them on the time I flipped the boat. I'm eating better. I feel like I'm back to my normal self. I'm working on getting a nice tan from the sun. I try to help people who are in need. Maybe I can use my story to help someone who's going through the same thing. I believe everything happens for a reason. I've still got a long way to go in life, but I have friends by my side who are willing to help me every step of the way. That is all I can ask for.
