Aibrean Rain - District 6 - DONE

I have long, stright, white-blonde hair that is very soft and doesn't tangle very easily. It's usually in a braid, and off to the side. I have green eyes, and pink lips. My ears are like ovals and my nose is a bit big. My features are smooth, and my eyebrows are thin. I have no freckles. I have very light skin.

I am 5'1" and weigh 117 pounds. I resemble a stick, because my figure is so flat and stright. I also have a very boney body, which is the opposite of my face. I am short, and look about 15 or 16. Being so boney actually makes me look wierd, so I dislike it. I've got small feet, and don't run very fast. I'm also weak, but not so much I'm helpless.

I'm usually wearing very dirty clothes, and they my shirt is a bit torn on the bottom. My pants have some loose strings, but I don't really have time to fix that.

I'm very shy, and am a follower. I go along with what other people say I should do, and I'm okay with that. I'm a very good girl. I think, anyways. My mom used to call me crazy sometimes, and my dad treated me like a little baby. I don't know why, they just nodded their heads when I told them things. As though I'm a child. I try not to do anything wrong, and be nice to people, and usually I'm calm. I like friends, but prefer just doing things with them rather than talking to them. I usually have a curious expression on my face, because I can get very curious about things. I'm not to bright, like most people around here, and maybe I am a little crazy. I don't think there is anything wrong. I'm smart about plants though, and study them as a job. Sometimes I work as a flower arranger, because flowers are pretty and I like pretty things.

When I can't hold my temper any longer, which is very rare, I cry and yell. I am ashamed to say it, but I break things too. I don't mean to! It's just hard to always stay calm and be good! I can't always be good! I would cry more if my friends knew. I haven't lashed out in front of them yet, and I don't want them to know how violent I get. I want to be a good girl and do what everyone tells me. I'm very oblivious of my suroundings, and een though I'm highly gullible, I find it hard to notice things. If someone were trying to tell me something without speaking, I'd never know. I wouldn't know until they told me themself. Call it dumb, but I call it simply not fair. Why should I know?

October and I - he's one of my friends you know - Are really close and treat eachother like brother and sister. He's a real prankster, and his imagination makes me happy. I like being happy. He's three years younger than me, but that doesn't change our sibling-like relationship. I find it really strange how Marchello looks at me, sometimes even stares at me. September likes him, but he ignores her. I find the entire group I'm in - All of our names eing from months of the year - very nice. I like to think of them as my family. None of them call me crazy, and that's enough for me.

I was born two weeks early, but there was seemingly no problem. My mom and dad loved me very much, but when I was seven they died. Up untill then, they had cuddled me and patted my head like I was three or four, instead of seven. Back then I found it annoying, but I began to miss it very quick. I remember how they died perfectly well. My mom caught malaria, and my dad had taken me out of the house to live with my aunt. I remember being so scared. He took care of her, but caught it from her quickly. When they died my aunt pushed me out of the house, she was very greedy and selfish. She only kept me because my dad paid her, and once they were gone she didn't care for me at all.

In the meantime I had turned eight, and pretty much couldn't do a thing because of how I was. A few people here and there gave me food, or a place to stay for a while, but it never lasted. Whenever someone tried to take me from the community home I would hide, or run off in the most unlikely direction. At first I could go to school, but then it got too risky and I had to stop. I regret not getting to go to school.

When I turned ten, I went to the square one day in search of food, and got scared out of my skin. I was just about to accept a banana from a kind vendor, when a peackeeper noticed me alone. When he asked were my parents were my heart beat loud enough to hear, and I felt like sweating out of my clothes. I had told him they were at home, and expecting me home soon, and it took a while to lose him when I pretended to go home. I find it hard to forget mostly because that time the peackeeper referred to my parents.

When I was sixteen, almost seventeen, a group of kids found me and tried to befriends me. Someone named Marchello introduced them, and soon I became good friends with them all. They are like my family. There are twelve of us, all named after months, I notice. There is January, February, Marchello, Maye, June, Julyan, Augusto (Who we call Gus), September, October, November, December, and me. We really do fit like puzzle pieces.