Re: Spectre Kalie District -- 2 -- fin
Feb 4, 2011 17:30:00 GMT -5
Post by dannynugent on Feb 4, 2011 17:30:00 GMT -5
[/blockquote]------------------------Spectre [Spec] Kalie----------------------------------------
--------------------------------Age: 13-----------------------------------------------
-------------------------------District 2-----------------------------------------------
--------------------------------Female------------------------------------------------
[/center]Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
I guess you can know how I look... I'll start with my height, I think I'm 5 feet and 3 inches exactly. My weight is rather small, ninety four pounds. Hey, at least I don't way too little, not as much as a small paperweight. I guess you can say I'm rather bony, but my family can't really afford the needed food, even if we do live in a Career District. Anyways, my neck is slightly longer than normal, maybe six inches and 3 centimeters. But, my arms and legs aren't particularly long, but they still have scars from, uh.. nothing. Um- yeah, my skin tone isn't very tan, I do have a farmer's tan. The rest of my body is slightly pale, I don't really like to go outside, so that explains a lot, I don't even like looking out of my window; but of course, every week, I have to go to school, and jeez, no one likes school anyways!
My hair! My beautiful hair! Truthfully, I can't stand my hair, it's blond, with some brown in there. Plus, it's straight! I want color hair; and nowadays, everyone's hair is either brown or blond. Why couldn't it have been red? Or perhaps blue?... Well, anyways, the length isn't very special, it reaches about the middle of my rib cage. People say my hair is soft, but I truthfully don't even care about such things. I wouldn't even bother talking about my ears, since you can't even see them; but if it's that important... They're small, pale, like the rest of my body, and can hear things clearly. None of them have any piercings, scars, bleh.
My face is long, and in a slightly ovular shape. I have a small, pale, nose on it, which allows me to breathe easily. My mouth is slightly big, and my lips are full... whatever that means, and I don't know if they're soft. How can lips even be soft? I mean, they can be juicy, but soft? Makes no sense to me. Anyways, on the side of my lips, I have two dimples. I truly hate them. But, you can only see them, when I smile, or laugh, which doesn't happen often.
My clothing is what some people call uniform, or bland. I don't think that, even if everything I wear is a shade of red. I don't wear anything inappropriate. Not because my parents, it's that they make people look, I'm not even going to say it; but I think you know the word. I don't like to wear any bracelets, or necklaces, or even hair ties. But; I do wear shoes, most of the time.
My eyes are pretty much an almond shape. The color is basic, blue, like the color of the ocean. Underneath them are bags from loss of sleep. The size of my eyes? I could say they're pretty big, but usually I'm too tired to open them up, I normally look like I'm squinting, but I'm not. My eyelashes are the blond of my hair, and I don't really like to flourish myself with make-up. like everything, it'd be a waste of my time. So, that pretty much sums up how I look, even if I don't look too pretty. I'm fine.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left,
Wasted on fixing all the problems;
That you made in your own head.
I guess I don't act completely normal, but who does? And what does the word 'normal' even mean? Because if one person is normal, than everyone else is weird, because we'd have to be exactly alike, EXACTLY. Which is technically impossible. I guess I like to be technical, and I do talk to myself, sometimes... fine, a lot. But it doesn't concern you. People who try talking to me get weirded out. I normally talk about random stuff, like how green the grass is, or how the scar on my left leg has been there for a month, three weeks, and six days.[/blockquote]
One of the weirdest things I do is count syllables whenever I hear something. For example, everything I told you about me so far was 683 syllables so far. I'm a freak like that. We all have a strange thing about us, don't hide it. I'm a really insecure person, and I don't like any sports because I don't like when people even touch forehead to see if I'm sick; it just makes me feel uncomfortable. No one knows why I'm like this. I refuse to tell anyone why. I know of course. I was raped. Eh, I can't believe I told you. Can we just forget about it?
Like my appearance, I have many personality flaws. I don't like heights, the idea of swimming scares me, also, babies are just annoying to me. Also, for some reason, I won't wear anything that isn't a shade of red. I'm not a very picky person when it comes to eating, but I can be slightly when it comes to clothing. I'm sure everyone is picky of their clothing once in a while, I know I'm not the only one like this.
I guess I can say I'm a pretty good drawer, but it's not like I draw often. Also, truthfully, I'm not too thrilled to have to grow up and mine, but I'm not sure if that's what girls would do anyways. Couldn't we grow up to be like, marine biologists. At least then people won't get stuck in caves all the time. That's a horrid thought, and I'm sure there's an up side to being a stone miner, but truthfully, I don't see it. Plus, I'm sure a lot of people in District Two are like, claustrophobia or something. I guess I'll try to think of more excuses of why we shouldn't be coal miners tonight.
I'll really eat any food, besides anything that has cheese in it. I'm not allergic, but cheese doesn't taste good, in my opinion. I doubt I like all foods, but I never got to try all foods. I'm not a very adventurous person, so that means I don't try much foods. The only drinks I don't like are those made of cheese, and sodas. That's pretty much it about me. Well not exactly everything about me.
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really f----- it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...
And it was your heart on the line
I really f----- it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...
I'm pretty sure my mom gave birth to me some time in the spring, never exactly remembered the date. Didn't personally matter anymore. I guess you could say I used to be a good child, I was happy, even if my parents weren't the richest people out there. My mom remembered the first time I walked. She said I was like, almost two years old. When I was younger, my life was so much easier. But things change; and you probably know the term, bad things happen to good people. For example, I was raped when I was eleven years old, and that wasn't how I planned to lose my virginity.[/size][/blockquote] Odair
I was outside, and before it happened my friends and I were playing at a park. It was getting dark so they left, and I said I was just gonna stay on the swings for five more minutes. I saw a man come to the park and he started talking to me. "Oh, what's your name, honey?" and also stuff like "Why are you out so late? You wanna ride home?" I said no thanks and walked away. He followed me and said "What would your parents want you to do right now?" i thought to myself. "My parents would want me to get away from you." But I actually said "I don't know." The man pulled my arm to his car. I was screaming but he kept bringing me to the car. I think you know what happens next.
When my mom asks why I got home so late I said that I had dinner at my friend's house. i went upstairs and cried myself to sleep, well technically not, since I didn't even fall asleep. Even my subtle thoughts were so horrid, I didn't really want to encounter a nightmare. Ever since that day. I only sleep about two days a week. I never saw that man again, I didn't know his name. Everyday, when I go somewhere besides my house, which is school most of the time, I always wonder if he was just wearing a disguise, but the thought of that makes me sick, I try not to think about it.
It's two years later and no one knows. I know, you might be thinking I should at least tell a doctor in case I have HIV, or AIDS, or pregnant, but I would've known by now, I think. i really don't want to go on with life, actually, last-week, I tried drowning myself in my family's poor little bathtub. It didn't really work, but my mom got me these anti-depressant pills, their supposed to make me happy. I think my mom would sort of be acting the same way if she was raped, but no one really deserves it. And no one really understands me.
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