Fan Li District 8 WIP

I can see the way they look at me, the pity in their eyes as they watch me. It's as if they want to feel what I can't, which is actually alot. I don't want their pity thought, how am I supposed to get through this if all they do is treat me like an invalid. It's partly the fault of my parents though, they treat me different to, I'm like their little "doll". I get dressed up and I'm so pretty, with the pretty little dresses, and very little makeup to be honest. I'm the little doll of District 8 with no feelings to speak of accept the ones that lie locked away in my heart.

My features are rather normal, at least from my perspective. What makes me special is something you cannot see on my body, but that's hardly got to do with my appearance so I'll continue on with that. I stand at a meager 5'2", something I've always hated about myself, sure I'm only fourteen, but this doesn't bode well for the rest of my life. My skin is so pale at times people mistake me for the living dead, and honestly I wonder sometime myself if I really am. It's white as a sheet, so I tend not to wear white alot, but my parents love to see me in white, they say it makes me look "pure" and "innocent". It's to much of a strain on my already emotional self to try and argue. My hair is a light brown and hangs to about my chest. It's straight, perfectly straight, combed with the care of someone who perhaps cares to much about their hair. Yes, I'm that person, but it's ironic since I can't feel my hair as I brush it , infact I can't feel anything.

Let's keep moving on with my appearance though shall we. I've covered my height, my skin tone, and my hair, what seems to be missing? How about the fact that I'm very thin, I mean come on I live in District 8, that doesn't present alot of opportunities to fill out one self. Thin and short, a great combination am I right, like the best of both worlds.