Charlie Gresham District 10

My eyes are hazel which means The majority of my melanin in my eyes rests near the border of the iris , and is a mixture between the dominant brown eyed gene , and recessive blue eyed gene. Some say my eyes resemble more of a brown color than a hazel , but I know what colors my eyes are. I have brown hair that is cut short to be maintained easily. My hair is a bit wavy , but not enough to be girly which is nice.

I have a stick figure with no curve. It is an unpleasant site. I wish I could say it is because of my food that I have yet to grow to look like my parents , but in actuality I don't know who my parents were. All of my teeth are full grown by now. I luckily was able to lose my baby teeth young so I was able to look older quicker.

I have a mature look to myself. Yes it is a cute mature look , but it is mature. You will often see me brushing my hair so I can read my book. I have some freckles on my face from reading books out side. Which brings me to another thing I am not strong or fast which perhaps makes my stick figure worse.

Well I am a know it all , but I do know a lot to be honest. I tend to hide most of my feelings through books. I will show my happiness , but if I am saddened or angered I will dive right into a book. Some will say that they can tell I am sad , but the truth is I feel, neglected, lost alone.

I can be friendly if you warm up to me first. I am not one to bring you into my conversation unless a fact that you are saying is actually false then I will correct you. If I smile it is usually because of a joke that is going on in my book or seeing my " siblings". I am not one to use my smile lightly.

I am very mature for my age. Even though I am mature I still cry every one does. When I cry it is in bed when every one else is sleeping. My crying is not what is , but what can be. I don't cry for what happened , but what can happen. I can take on a motherly roll even with someone who is older.

History is always a tough subject for the kids at this home. For me it may have been for , but I know it also could have been better. So lets start. I don't know a lot about my family's situation other then My dad wanted a boy , but my mom had a girl. At first thought my dad wanted to drown me claiming that a girl will never work on a farm.

Never may have been right for me at least I must admit , but that was not the worse part. Then my mom names me Charlie thinking it will get on my dads good side yeah no not charlotte Charlie like a boy. I mean at least she tried to keep me. She told my father that she will give me up when my father refused to raise no girl. Well she did , and you know what my mom was dumped for another women anyways.

So here I am at the orphanage home. I at least have siblings , and some books that I borrow from the school. I know I jumped ahead , but to get out that it was my mom's fault that I had no home would be rude. I guess if you insist on facts I will tell you. So no one adopted me as a baby because of my boys name. Sounds stupid enough yeah well it was true.

So now throughout my life I read books to get my mind off of families. I talk to my " siblings" about how they are feeling to perhaps practice my parenting skills a bit , perhaps to just practice life in general. All of what I know is once you are in this home past 10 you are probably not getting out the way you want to.