Xanti Andreus D11 {Done}

Xanti Andreus

To whom it may concern:
I'm riting to you cause I got your name from the box. It hard to rite cause I can't spell, and I can barely reed. I guess I start by telling who I am. I am Xanti Andreus. I am 17 years old. I like both guys and girls but mostly girls cause I am a guy. I work in the field of District 11 like I am told to. Plese rite me back.
Xanti

It's strange being an only child with only my father to look after me. I never met my mother, well if I ever met her, I don't remember. I do look a lot like my father though. My father is tall, dark complected, has dark hair. I'm tall standing 70 inches in height, and I weigh roughly one hundred seventy pounds. Most of my weight is in my muscles though. I have to be strong from lifting the fruit I lift on a daily basis. I'm used to being out in the hot sun day after day harvesting the fruit that grows in the orchards. I much rather work in the orchards than be in school. I don't even want to go to school cause I never learn anything. I started working in the orchards when I was just a toddler. I wasn't even able to understand what was going on, yet I would climb to the highest point in the trees where the more mature people couldn't reach, and I'd collect the fruit for them.

The first time I ever received a letter from her was the best day of my life. Ceria, her name, was amazing. I couldn't read it, but my father helped me. He told me the words I was unable to read and had me repeat them after him. Should I be mad someone a year younger than me can write and spell better than I can? Should I be mad I'll never be able to even compare to her writing? I always went to school except when I was mandated to work in the orchards. I just never paid attention in school. I didn't understand what was going on because I started later than I was supposed to. My father was afraid for some reason. He would never tell me why, but he was afraid. If he's afraid, am I supposed to be afraid? My father is supposed to be the brave man I look up to since I never had a mother figure in my life. I picked up on everything my father did because it was all I ever knew, and it's probably all I'll ever know.

Ceria
I don't no what else you want to no, but I stand 70 inches tall. I have a lot of muscle on my arms cause I lift a lot of heavy bags of fruit every single day. I don't got those strong abs people want tho. I have kind of long, shaggy dark hair. My hair is black and rough with lots of curls in them. I have kinda dark complected skin. Not very dark but I am not pale or anything. I have dark brown eyes making them almost look black like my hair. Plese rite back soon.
Xanti

I was never one that wanted to spend time with other people. I prefer to spend time by myself. I never had any friends when I was growing up, and I definitely don't need any friends now. I was always too afraid to talk to people because they never understood me. I guess I don't talk the way they want me to, and I don't speak the words I'm supposed to speak. I don't want to fit in with everyone. I want to be who I am without worry. I don't want anyone to make fun of me because they always do. Who needs friends when I have my father? My father is all I need. "Xanti, you have no friends, and you'll never have friends. Stop trying and get over yourself. Just grow up little Xanti." Every day I would hear something else. Most of it was about how I don't have a mother. I do have a mother, but she's not here. Father said she died as well as my sister. She died before I even knew her. I wish I could have met her.

I'm very quiet, and extremely shy. It's hard for me to start conversations with people. I prefer for people to start conversations. I am known to sit and stare at a person until that person talks to me first. One time, I was going to talk to my teacher after one of the classes to see what I could do to bring my grade up. I walked up to her desk and stared at her. She thought it was funny and started laughing at me. I never understood why she started laughing. All I needed was some help, but she didn't care. "All I want was help, but you just laugh at me. All you do is laugh. Why should I even ask for help cause you ain't never gonna give me the help I need." I remember the look on her face when I said that. It was priceless. I laughed so hard that I literally wet myself. "If you wanted help, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to get all smart and shit." Lovely another person who knows they are better than me. Just what I need.

I don't like being mean to people, but I will if I have to. Sometimes being mean and growing a backbone is the way to go. I grew tired of being a door mat people walked all over. I'm a person, and I deserve to be treated like a person. "Just cause I ain't able to really read, write, or spell doesn't give a person the right to walk all over me. Father tells me I shouldn't let others bother me, and I'm going to make sure nobody ever bothers me again." I don't want to get even with people, but I believe that karma is a bitch. I believe wholeheartedly if someone treats me like a piece of trash, that person will be treated like a piece of trash except it'll only be worse than the way they treated me. Is it wrong of me to wish vengeance on someone? Is it wrong of me to wish people are treated a lot worse than they treat me? I don't know. I'll just have to wait and see. I think they deserve the harshest of punishments to be brought upon them.

Ceria
From reeding your letter you appear to be pretty. I don't no what I expect seeing as we both from district 11. We shud all look similar I think. You want more about me. I am quiet, and I don't like talking to many people. I wait for people to talk to me first. It makes it easy to start talking then cause they brot me into speaking with them. I have hard time understanding what you rite at times, but my father help me to understand. I don't have a mother. I know I had one, but father say she died when my sister die during birth. I was just a year old so I don't no them. I wish I did no them cause it wud be nice to meet them. I look forward to heering from you again.
Xanti

"Xanti, I wish you would have been able to meet her, your mother. She was an amazing woman. She was beautiful, and she always put others before herself. She was always so helpful to others. I loved her so much, and I still love her. I hated seeing the day she was gone. Your sister was gone as well. It was tragic. It was a day I'll never forget." The first time my father told me this I broke down crying in front of him. It was a devastating day. I always knew that he was all I had, but I never knew my mother died as well as my sister. I have a sister? I had a sister? Why isn't she here with my today? I know. She died with my mother. "Father, tell me more about my mother, and my sister." I loved watching the small smile grow on his face. It made me feel like I was actually doing something right for the first time since I was born. Maybe I can finally bond with my father.

"Well, she looks a lot like you. I know you have my looks as well, but I can see her when I look at you. She always told me how much she loved you. She would always say you would be like me though. I was always in trouble when I was younger, but you aren't like that. You are like her- shy, and quiet. She used to let people walk over her. I stood up for her one day, and that's how we got together. You see, you were born outside of marriage, and we were forced to keep it a secret. I married her to save her, but she's gone anyway." My heart dropped inside my chest. I was born before I was supposed to be. I had to be kept a secret, but I don't understand why. I don't think I'll ever understand why. "If either of our parents found out before it was meant to happen, we would both had been in a lot of trouble. My parents were very strict on how things were supposed to go." Am I the reason my mother and sister died? Am I the reason they are gone forever?

Ceria
My father told me that my mother and sister are dead. It strange tho cause you tell me almost same story I tell you. I wish I new more bout you cause it would make thing easy. I told father about you and your story. Maybe we will understand one day. I will talk to him. I want to no more.
Xanti

"Father, this Ceria I been writing letters to, and getting letters from has a story almost same as mine except her brother and father die. Do you think more isn't in the open? Why she tell me this?" I questioned him every single day hoping I'd get him to talk. I could tell by his facial expression that something was wrong. I could tell by looking at him that there was more he wasn't telling me until he finally cracked one day. "Xanti, I believed that your mother was dead, but I'm not so sure anymore. Since you've been talking to Ceria, you've been making me think. The way she describes her mother. The way she said her brother and father are dead. Have you ever stopped to think that she's not your sister and her mother isn't your mother?" What if what he says is true? What if Ceria is my sister? Could it be true? I hope to find out one day.

Ceria
Father think you are right. He think you are my sister, and I am your brother. It would be grate if it true cause I have wanted to meet my mother and sister since I was younger, but father always say they were dead. I don't think they are dead cause I cud be riting to you now. So I ask you, Ceria, are you my sister?
Xanti

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