Jeanie Lankluster-district 3-done

Jeanie Lankluster-district 3-done Sept 7, 2015 14:07:12 GMT -5

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Post by Dusty on Sept 7, 2015 14:07:12 GMT -5

Name: Jeanie Lankluster
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: 3

My hair is a light blond shade that falls down a long ways to the bottom of my back, down more to my hip. I don't bother to cut it as I have decided from quite a long time ago that that it doesn't matter how much I cut it, it will just grow back. So ever since I was ten, I have let my sun kissed free to do as it pleases. I have a close set of large green eyes that always shine curiosity at all times of the day. On the same face of the large green eyes there is a small button nose, and a face full of freckles, small red dots on the surface of the pale skin.

I am tall for my age, about five feet, six inches tall, but I weigh much less than a girl my age should as my thin, fragile frame reveals to all watchers. I have an arm missing from my body, my right arm to be exact. My arm ends at a small stump that I try my best to not look at. I lost the arm when I was at the tender age of twelve to a machine accident at the factory I worked at. Even though my figure is sickly, and I am weak and frail, I try my best to hold my composure and stand up straight and unafraid in the face of danger. I will stand tall no matter what.

I have always been a very loud, boisterous girl, trying always to be the one everyone liked, but no one did because of all the racket I made. I tried being the clown, asking all the wrong questions loudly in class, and when I had an answer, I refused to raise my hand, and instead chose to burst out with the answer in my loud voice. I still do that even with a stump for an arm.

I am very proud, and will not let someone knock me down off my feet. I stand my ground amidst the teasing of people who think having a stump for an arm makes you stupid, an idiot. That isn't true. Sure, I don't get the best grades in school. Sure, I also don't try hard either, but I can think my way out of situations and normally think problems through, can an idiot do that?

I am brave, but too brave sometimes, eager to jump into a fight with someone who insults me or someone I just don't like. It doesn't earn me a lot of friends or a good reputation with teachers, but it makes some people fear me, even though I lose most of the time. Who could win with a stump for an arm and a frail body like me?

I was born into a small house with a caring mother and father. I loved them so much for my whole life. I always will continue to love them too, even if they make mistakes. We poor, and the mistakes they made were while trying to get more money for us, for me, so that we could live happier and not live off a few morsels of bread. My father, he tried to go into working for a company that used machines to make other machines. I wasn't even exactly sure what he was doing. All I know is that he had a machinery accident that killed him, my father. This was when I was seven years old.

My mother, her mistake was, after dad died, was the career option she chose. Let's just say I was alone most nights because my mother was being paid to help peacekeepers fall asleep. That's what she told me, but when I was older I figured out what she really meant. My mother had become a prostitute. About a year after my father died, my mother gave birth to twins. I knew they were my half brothers, and I didn't even know their father, but my mother made me promise to keep it a secret from them, and so most nights from then on I had to take care of the baby twins who I loved so much.

One day, I decided I had to work for my younger brothers, we were barely surviving on what we had and I knew it would run out soon as my mother was getting older and older. I went into my father's line of work, well, kind of. I worked at a factory that produced car parts to be shipped off to district six where they would be put together. This was when I had my accident. My arm got caught on one of the machines, and, well, I'm not going to describe such a grotesque scene. Let's just say that from then on, my life became even more hellish that before. No one wants to hire a one-armed girl.