Oscar Torrez D8 DONE

6B5B50- normal
7D7A6A- speaking
96A385- Listening
749383- thoughts

APPEARANCE

I stare at the pool of water in front of me and see my reflection, disrupted by small ripples of water. A pile of messy jet black hair, sticking up wildly and untamed is the first thing my eyes travel to. My hair is the only thing that entertains me in the morning. I raise a small hand to my hair and slide my fingers into the tangled mess; it felt greasy but soft under my touch. I know my mother would disapprove of how my hair sits, or at least I think she would. My tanned face becomes sinister and my lips turn down into a small frown as I think of my mother and father that I only knew for a short period of time. I sit down by the puddle and gaze at it more intently my pale pink lips turn change to a small pout and I trail a finger along the surface of the cold water beneath only slightly touching it. The water swirls as I trace patterns in of all sorts, my reflection becoming distort and the water splashing my long arms. I slowly lost concentration, relaxing and tuning into the world around me.

I stand up quickly and move away from the puddle, my deep brown eyes scanning the area around me. I didn’t think I was attractive, actually not at all. I find myself the complete opposite really. I guess I just like to blend into the background and be the guy I want to be. My fingers follow the line of my high cheek bones, a nervous habit I started years ago. I look at the store window that I stand in front, always fascinated by my reflection. My eyes travel down to my nose that looks a bit squashed but fits my complexion. My sister always tells that I look cute, never sexy or gorgeous, just cute. I reckon I would never be hot though, me with a lanky scrawny body. Not covered in nice big muscles but a small layer of fat that seems to never tone into the sexy guns I really desperately want. I sigh in frustration and wipe my sweaty palms against the black ragged shirt that hangs off my thin figure.I guess people always want what they can’t have.

PERSONALITY

I can feel a shy smile turn my lips and I nervously twitch as I enter the store. My tummy is full of butterflies and I feel like I am about to be sick. I can feel the beads of sweat forming on my brow and I cast my eyes onto the floor that very person I will meet will judge me and turn me away even though they don’t know who I am. I glance nervously up at the girl who is sitting near the doors and I feel my brain turn to mush. I let out a small nervous giggle and feel my eyes start to wonder and look anywhere a part from the girl I am about to pass. I feel weak in the knees and I twist my fingers nervously together as I take a deep breath and resume walk towards the door. I quickly glance at the girl and to my horror she is looking right at me, her eyes never moving as I near. I feel my pulse and heart rate start to pick up and stutter “excuse me” to the girl as I shuffle my feet forwards. As I walk further away and become more isolated I feel myself start to relax a little.

I sit in the living room with my sister a dry smile tugging at my lips as I watch her stagger around the room to where I sit curled up on the couch. “What do you want sister?” my voice was dry and with no emotion. She gives me a big goofy smile and taps her temple in a suggestion that tells me I already know what she wants. I give her a look of disgust and says”Yeah I will just get off my ass for you to grab you another whiskey,” my voice was full of sarcasm and hostility. She gives me a sad look and crumples on the ground in front of me, rolling around and laughing hysterically. I’m not a shy guy when I’m with people I know even when I’m out in public. For some reason I feel relaxed and can enjoy being myself. The guy with the dry humor, sentences full of sarcasm and a very irresponsible person in general. I love to be myself and be the boy who embarrasses the family in public and act like a slob for the hell of it.

My sister and I sit at the park bench in the park, each holding and ice-cream cone. I feel a sly grin creep onto my face and look over at my sister who has dark rings around her eyes. I slide closer to her and look at my cone that I am holding to the dress my sister is wearing. My eyes scrunch up as I think to myself if I should do it and ruin it for the thrill of it. With a small nod to myself I stretch out to where my sister sits quietly and drop the ice cream onto her. I laugh loudly as she screams with surprise and rage. She jumps up from where she was sitting and shoves a finger on my face wagging it wildly. “look what you did, you idiot,” Her cheeks burned red and her voices rings out into the clear day, “you ruined my dress, I hate you.” I just stare at her and a big grin covers my face which enrages her more. “How dare you be so happy about something so rude,” her voice is low and she flicks her blond hair and leaves me staring at her, feeling happy and at peace.

HISTORY

I can remember clearly the day when my parent left me, I was six and my sister was ten.
I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I clung to my mother’s leg and I could feel the slight tremble that it made. I buried my face deeper and felt her knee dig into my forehead. “No don’t leave mummy, please!!” I screamed as tried to gently disengage herself from me. I dug my fingers in deep and wrapped my legs tightly around her ankle. I could feel my body shaking and my mum’s long slender hand stroking my head and trying to sooth me. I could hear the rise of my sister’s angry voice as she accused our parents and I could hear the hurt that was thick in her words. I tried to block everything out and focused on clinging to the leg, sort of like a life line. I suddenly felt other hands on me and the soft whisper of my sister’s voice, “Oscar let go, you can’t hang on forever. They will leave eventually.” I looked up into her eyes and shook my head vigorously as I felt her tug at my arms. “No they won’t leave us.” I pleaded with my sister as I felt a surge of fear and abandonment rise up in me. I felt drained of energy as the whole situation hit me in the face and I allowed my sister to drag me away from my parents.

Many years had passed form the day my parents abandoned me and left my sister to care for both of us. I was alone and my sister Lexie had left the house to do whatever she did in her life. I was used to being alone in the house as Lexie went out a lot. But on this certain night I couldn’t handle being locked away in the house while my sister was out partying. So as Lexie left the house I crept after her following her curved figure as she walked towards a house near the end of the street. She walked up the footpath and knocked on the wooden door. A guy opened the door and kissed my sister on the forehead and allowed her to enter. I looked desperately around to find a way to get in the house but I saw no other way. So a slumped down on the curb, waiting for Lexie to come out of the house. Many questions spun in my head such as, was that Lexie’s boyfriend, the creep who kissed her on the head? I could feel my insides swirl as I thought about my sister making out with a guy, but quickly diminished the thought. A few hour passed as finally my sister emerged from the house, she staggered down the path and I quickly got up and looked closely at her. Her eyes were red and I could smell the bitter smell of alcohol, she was intoxicated. I could feel disgust form in my stomach as I watched her stagger toward me. “What are you doing here?” Lexie’s words were slurred and her eyes couldn’t focus on anything. "I was bored, I wanted something to do. So I followed you.” I said calmly and that’s when I realized after all these nights I finally found out the truth. She went out to parties to get drunk and I felt anger and resentment towards my sister. “You’re a drunken whore.” I screamed and went running off into the night.

I was at work in the factories at district eight and the day was hot and the factory smelled of sweat. I looked down at the clothes I was sewing and felt embarrassment rise up in me. This was no job for an eleven year old boy. I looked around desperately for some sort of distraction or away to leave this stupid job. I laid my hands flat on either side of the machine, my hands throbbed and I was tired of a long day’s work. I sighed and leaned back against the chair my hands still outstretched in front of me. I heard the sound of footsteps and they came to a halt at my desk where and available seat was. I opened one eye to see a young boy and I quickly glanced away nervously. “Do you mind,” the voice was rough and low. I shook my head shyly and felt a stabbed run up through my arm. I screamed in pain as the clumsy boy beside me dropped the sewing machine on my left hand. I pulled my hand off the table and cradled it to my chest, tears blurring my vision. “You idiot look what you did?” I yelled forgetting about my shyness. I looked down at my swollen left hand a black bruise was forming rapidly. I looked around seeing if anyone would help me. Seeing no one I grabbed the material in front of me ans started ripping it up into long line of cloth. I quickly wrapped the cloth around my throbbing hand and fled the factory, big sobs racking my body.