Ace Melridge. District 1. {Done}

I have curly hair, light blonde in color.
It's cut just below my shoulders.
I usually pull it back into a ponytail.
But sometimes I do pigtails.
You can tell something's wrong if I didn't bother to put it up.

My features are soft and "cute".
With rounded cheekbones and chin,
and moderately full lips, which all but disappear when I smile.
My nose is small and round, pointing up just ever so slightly.

I'm moderately tall, about 5'6" the last time I checked.
I'm pale, with a clear complexion, and I burn easily in the sun.
I have a slim and athletic build that my mother insists would make me a perfect career.
But I'm no career. That's not me, ever.

As far as how I act... heh.
I'm a generally mean person, really.
I'm hot-headed, and need to be in charge, with a sarcasstic streak that drives my friends nuts.
But hey, they know they love me.

I'm loyal to a fault. Any of my friends would tell you that.
I'm super protective over the people I care about.
One unkind word to my little sister, I'll beat your ass. One threat to my boyfriend, you get bowled over.
That's how it works.

Okay, the things that make my life hell.
Well for one, I'm dyslexic. I have a hard time reading anything.
Ironic, as my sister always has her nose in a book.
Well, maybe not ironic. whatever.
Another thing... I'm absolutely claustrophobic. Crowds, tight spaces, etc, they make me nuts.

Misc.
I'm partial to vibrant, hot colors. Red, yellow, orange... You know?
I'm also a fan of chocolate. Except chocolate ice cream, strangely enough.
I'm always in company of a friend, no matter who they might be.
I'm never without a friend... So why do I always feel so alone?

I was born to a pair of former careers.
Their names were Johnathan Melridge, and Cynthia Forester.
They didn't get married until I was 2 years old.
And that was because of my little sister, Emmy.

Emmy's three years younger than me.
As soon as my mother's pregnancy was discovered, they decided to get together.
Ironic, as they ended up breaking up about three years later, fighting over how to take care of her.
You see, Emmy's autistic.
And my parents never could handle anything outside their idea of normal.

I'm Emmy's primary caregiver. Have been for most of her life.
After our parents split up, we hardly ever saw our dad... And well, mom's an abusive drunk.
I take care of Emmy as well as I can. She's so smart. It scares me sometimes.
I mean, she has problems communicating... But she's so fucking smart.
I love her so much. She's my sister, yeah... but she's also my best friend.

There's more to tell about my life, of course. It hasn't come to an end yet.
I could tell you about my on-and-off boyfriend for the last year, Ryan.
I could tell you about my friend Jazz who's always dragging me to parties.
I could tell you about Sil, Emmy's guardian angel...
But I won't. This is all you need to know, about me, my life, and how I've lived.
For now.