Laura Croft-Capitol Resident(Finished)

>I am THE FASHIONESTA of the Capitol. I am known for my wacky designs of fashion and style with all media. For example i've made a dress from dead leaves and not a single one cracked. The shoes were entirely made of ice and didn't last long because we were in a desert scene and boy was it hot! My avox still looked beautiful though, as always. I am also known as THE BRAINS in my office. This is because I am intellgent. <

> I am almost always a cheery hyper person. I may look sexy but im not a girly girl. I like to jump around like a kangeroo. I will admit sometimes I do depressed and have to take some vitamins for it. For example, when a guy I really love doesn't love me back. It wells up inside me and just burrsts out into depression instead of anger. I will sit in my room and cry for days while Avox does who knows what? Probably hiding away in her room or cleaning the house. <

>To gain power in something is like being lifted off the ground into the sky. It gives me the strength to press on and achieve new things and create the best of styles! Just to know that you can command someone is just so satisfying! It is something that allows me to press on through hardships. Achievement is also a key modivator! When I achieve somthing it's like a whole new world. I go from this small little fish to this large shark.An example of this is when I meet a tme period of fashion for a client. Oh how satifsying this is. I just savor it so much that I could do it all day. <

>Truth. This one little word could get you everywhere yet nowhere in your life, Lies may impress your boss but not yourself. I've learned this over the past years and lies have gotten me everywhere I need to be. I have an excellent salary every 2 weeks but is it really worth it? I go to bed every night thinking, Is what I'm doing right? What would life be like if just one week I was blunt about everything and told the truth?I would be out in the streets in some old district in a box. For what? To be satisfied mentally. <

>I get distracted way to easily by things that usually don't distriact a female like myself. For one, I'm hooked on watching kids in the Hunger Games arena kill each other. I just smile when one dies painfully and continue watching. It's so astonishing how one kills all of them to live. It is just an amazing sigh. I always cry when my favorite one dies but I will say, sometimes I chose the one that will win and I get all the money at my office. It's our betting game. <

>I get so hot-headed almost all the time when my fashions don't go right! It is so aggervating and I could scream so loudly the whole world could hear. I just want to pull the hair off my head and hide in a pillow. It is even worse when my avox won't help. Can't she just cooperate once in a lifetime!?! ugh...How foolish I was to get a young avox. Life seems to be always hell when it doesn't go right because when one thing doesn't go right another thing messes up! It is just so..so...bursting! Another time when I get like this is when my avox hisses and bites me. I plan to whip her next time she does it and it won't be no easy whip. It will be an ox whipe specially made for her.<

>Most of my education comes from the Capitol itself and this is why I am so intellegent. Way more intellegent than a district school student and always will be. I've never really had a disoorder so I got all A's. One time I got a 89B from a teacher named Mr.Chaney when I was younger but other then that I did very well in school. I did have my moments when my phone went off in class and the teachers caught me chewing gum but that's alright. It was all fun and games then with a bit of serioiusness but now it's all work, work, work! <

>Sometimes, I find myself biting away at my nails and didn't even relize it till that second. It was always a bit late because half my newly cleaned and polished nail would be ruined and my money would be wasted. Also, I find myself sometimes chewing on my nuckles, this is why sometimes they have small imprints of teeth on them but luckily, I never bite hard enough to make them bleed. <

>You may find me reading in my free time. It is like a whole new world where people don't have technology like we do. What they have to deal with! Death was a cause of someone poking a needle in their eye! How incrediable this is. In today's time we stick needles in our eyes to change our eye color. Back then they say a man killed everyone who didn't have blonde hair and blue eyes! What a crazy world it was. .<

>I don't really know much about what happened at birth but my mother told me. She said I was born on May 11 at 9:23 PM at night. She remembers holding my small delicate body in her boney arms. My eyes reminded her so much of my father's that she cried. He had left her so many days before birth that she was a reck and a mess. When she walked into the hospital her clothes were unmatched and she was so mad at herself. At that point in the story I laughed because I am a fashion designer now. <

>I don't remember much of life and how it went in my toddler days but I do know the stories my old mom has told me about and showed pictures of. They were funny yet sad. Insane yet irritating. I remember when I got my big girl bed at age 3. My mother said I wouldn't sleep in for weeks and weeks but that was alright and I would sooner or later find myself in it. I remember the story how exactly she got me to do so. Okay, I had fallen asleep in her lap one night and she placed me in the bed. I didn't refuse because I was asleep. Awaking the next morning I realized that I had slept in it all night and started doing so for good.

I learned to walk when I was 4, quite old for someone my age. To teach me my mother tempted me with chocolate and my favorite soda pop. At first I would crawl to it and she would turn her back. I would then crawl back to where I was and attempt to walk, falling on my butt halway. I would go back to the position I was and try again and again and again until I got it. It seemed like forever is what my mother said but that's alright. I may seem perfect but secretly, im not always.<

>I always tried to be a simple child, not giving my mother any problems. Trying hard in school was my number one option and because of my hard work my mother allowd me to go to a private school. I didn't like it though because of the uniforms and I didn't get to share my opinion with the world in a nice and pleasent manor by the clothes and shoes I wore so I left. It was as simple as thay, like a light. This was the start of a whole new career for me. <

>As I got older, the more I wanted to design clothing for myself. I designed clothes for myself and people loved them. It seemed like everyone at my school loved their cooky colors, silky fabric, and quotations. This is when I got a business liscense and started selling them like crazy. I had made a fortune from these shirts that I started making skirts and pants. They sold just as well and I started selling shoes. These clothing items became know as the Croft collection and my mother shared the fame and riches with me in the Capitol. <

>As the years grew on I got a phone call from someone claiming to be my father. I didn't believe him and just went on with my life. Even if he was my father all he wanted were my fame and riches that came with my package. Who knows? He might have been wanting to rape me. It was all a spin on life that day and still worried me and I didn't know why. It was just akward and quite weird to know that he might actually want to be a father and love me. <

>Now, so much has happened in my life that I can barely place. I want to meet this man that calls himself my father and take care of my mother and take care of my avox at the same time. It is all so akward and weird for me now and I wonder if maybe, life will turn around once I meet this man who claims ot be my father and what his deep dark past reveals. Life has gotten to complicated.<