Zuka Faybi~District 11

So I need to tell you, a complete stranger whom I have never met, what I look like? Well if I must. First I will start off with my hair. My hair is a dark brown appearing black at the top for some peculiar reason. There is a blonde streak on the left side. Don't ask how it got there, it was the result of a stupid expirement. My hair falls down to the middle of my back, and I like the feeling of it swinging around me. I never really liked short hair, so I rarely ever cut it, despite how many split ends I have, but who worries about those stupid things? Obviously, not me. I have slightly tan skin, though it's whiter than most of the people in my District.

My eyes are my best feature. They are a deep teal that always seem to have a haunting gleam to them. Others usually tell me that my eyes give the impression that I am crazy or cruel, boy are they right! I have dark brown eyebrows that arch highly over my teal eyes, though they are uneven. One always stays higher than the other. My nose is narrow, rounding slightly at the end. I don't really like my nose; it's too long and big in proportion for my face in my opinion. Speaking of big... my lips seem to be on the large side too. For some strange reason, they take on a tan color. I have high prominent cheek bones, the skin stretching tightly over them from the lack of food in District 11 (hell, in my opinion). Sorry, I'm not supposed to say that about my District, but it's true.

My figure isn't the best out of most of the girls my age. It is very skinny, and doesn't contain the hourglass shape that so many have. Most people say that I take the shape of a twig, but who cares really, I have no one to impress. I have long, skinny legs that are fairly well when I run. Despite my speed, my legs seem to cause a lot of clumsiness on my part. Somehow, I always find myself tripping or falling over people without thinking. Sometimes I think it's just other people's fault though, they should just get out of my way. Oh yeah... I almost forgot to tell you my height, though I kind of prefer not to tell you since I don't even know who you are... but oh well. I am 5'5''. There, happy now?

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Okay I think I'm done... wait, you want to know about my personality?! Wow... you stalkers. First of all, as you have probably noticed, I am a very rude and impatient person. Words seem to slip through my mouth freely, causing me to say whatever comes to mind. This causes me to have very few friends, but who needs friends in my opinion? Friends are simply a waste of time, and they get in the way of everything. I don't seem to get along with other people very much; everything they say and do seems to annoy me.

I prefer to keep to myself most of the time, for I am very crazy. Yes I admitted it, I am mental. I sometimes hear voices in my head, torturing memories of my past that come back to haunt me. People stay away from me most of the time because I am very unstable when I begin to hear those voices. I mutter nonsense under my breath and my gaze darts back and forth anxiously. When I am in that state of insanity, I usually do my best to push the thoughts and voices out of my head by being mean or picking fights with others. Yes, you can call me a bully, I don't care.

Hey, but I'll let you in on a little secret. Those voices that I hear, they sometimes urge me to kill. Don't ask if I have killed before, you'll find out in my history. But yes, when I get extremely mad, I can hear them urging me to kill, the sound ringing in my ears until it overwhelms me. Something else that I can do to make them fade away is stealing. I don't do it very often, I'm not stupid, but it does help. I usually steal when I become extremely desperate. I never do it for fun if that's what you're thinking...

Something else you should know about me is I really don't care what anyone thinks of me. I can hear what people are saying about me. They label me insane, mad, cruel, heartless, etc. I agree with what they say, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to give up who I am. I've noticed that I rarely ever have fun, that doesn't mean I can't. Despite how heartless I can be, I know that deep down inside me there is a caring and humble person. Pssh... I crack myself up.

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So I'm guessing you want to know about my history now? Okay then, but I have to warn you, It’s not your typical ''oh my parents died in a fire and now I'm living in the community home" type of thing. My parents didn't die, they were killed; murdered, whatever you'd like to call it. But, they weren't murdered by just anyone, they were murdered by me.

Actually, I only murdered my mom. My dad was a Peacekeeper before he left District 11, I never really cared much to ask where he went, but I've heard he was a very cold and ruthless man. Well anyways, back to my mom. My mom was a pathetic young lady, 17 years old when she found out she was pregnant with me. She was known as a 'beggar', or something like that. She lived in a very poor family, and was desperate for money. She barely knew my dad, but of course she had a one night stand with him. Then poof! The wonderful Zuka was on her way coming into this world.

After my mom had me, she went into a deep state of depression. It was pathetic really. She was a major alcoholic, and abused me on a regular basis. Sometimes she would disappear for days at a time, leaving me to fend for myself, and would stumble into the old house randomly. With all the abusing, and seeing my unsteady mom all the time, I began to grow cold and hard. That was when the voices began to emerge from the black void of my head. In my loneliness, I sought comfort from them. I just needed someone to talk to, and they helped.

One day, I grew tired of my mom's striking hand and her unstable self. The voices had begun to grow louder in my weak mind, until finally it overwhelmed my frail body. I found a knife that my mom kept in her room, I don't know why it was there though. I think you know what happened next, I really don't want to go into details. Anyways, I had killed her in a few quick seconds, and the voices had ceased for a few days. I found a way to blame the murder on a man that lived next door, for who would expect a weak and starving 13 year old?

Three years later, I now live with my aunt and uncle. They aren't the best caretakers, but they're better than my mom. They don't care much for me, and I'm fine with that. I fend mostly for myself, and they stay to themselves, it's a perfect situation. If you're wondering, I haven't killed anyone after my mom, despite the loud voices that urge me to, though I have caused a few injuries to other kids my age.

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Hmm. I need a Codeword? That's easy, it's Odair

That is mostly all I have to say about my messed up life. I don't need any sympathy from you stalker if you feel sorry for me. I also don't want your disapproving words, so I would love it if you would just leave me to myself. Thanks

Yours truly~Zuka