aubrella {five} fin
Dec 17, 2016 23:05:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 23:05:38 GMT -5
Aubrella.
A small body, a small nose, small lips, small breasts.
Its like everything is small to me. Nothing of my
appearance pleases me. Gray eyes. Boring. Small, Chappy
Lips, Gross and Boring. Like Not breasts. Boring and
Unattractive to cute guys. Small nose, big bridge,
super unattractive to cute guys. Ribs showing through
the stomach, so that makes me feel cautious about my
body, so i don't wear anything that shows any part of
stomach, so not attractive to cute guys.
Small weak legs, that maybe can keep me on my feet
for 25 minutes. Not impressive, I know. Long ass
fingernails, and long ass toenails. So unattractive!!!
Blonde hair that is usually covered in sand and dirt,
and that is unhygienic. My family can't afford for me
to have a warm or even cold bath everyday, so I'm
covered in dirt and other stuff. Big eyelashes. Bleh
also unattractive. The worst thing is, is the bloody
mole that is hanging of my left calf.
{}
A personality that gives off a vibe of happiness
or jollyness. Well its not like that, maybe on some
days, but most of the time. Its a neutral face and
my face looks like I'm going to claw my ears off
if my teacher keeps talking about death. Its depressing
and I don't want to go to school to learn how to shoot
waterworks out of my face.
I am a bit of a kleptomaniac. I steal things. Never
been chaught, hopefully never will. I steal small
things, like food and bits of clothing. Just some
small stuff that will get my family through the next
day. I steal to help my family, not hurt others. I don't
want others to die, because I took something
that would have saved there life, but at the end
of the day, my family is more important to me.
Loyalty and Trust plays a big part in my life.
I trust my family and the few friends I have with
my life. If they betray me in anyway, its likely
they will never ever gain my trust back
again. Loyalty and Trust is what keeps me family
from going extinct, because of famine, dehydration,
or disease. My family goes strong and we all
stay loyal and trust each other to the end.
{}
I was born to a poor class family in the
outskirts of district five. Food, Clothing, Water
is hard to get where we live. We just always have
enough to get us through the next day. Its good
I guess, we get through with what we have.
Life was alright growing up. My parents loved
and adored me. Being a single child since birth
was hard. I had to learn to be the sole person to take
care of the house when my parents were gone. I started
to learn how to do that since the age of five. It was tough.
Being so little and having so much weight and pressure
on your shoulders, really weighed me down in life, but
it also told me to get back up when it doesn't go right
the first time.
Four years old, a year before I had a huge burden on
my shoulders, I met this rabid dog. It was furry and fluffy,,
and its coat was a silver/white color. I noticed that it limped
and it had no right eye. I felt bad for it. I brought him home,
and I begged my mother to treat him, since she ran the
apothecary in the outskirts of district five. She did her
best, but the dog still died from lot's and lot's of
blood loss.
Six years old, not a huge year for me. I got good
grades, and I met this cute boy. He was six to, but
he was incredibly nice and helpful to me. Ten years old,
a good year for me I think. The guy I met when i was six
turned out to become my best friend. It did look like
I got friend zoned, hopefully I didn't but, I still like
him , like the day i met him.
Twelve years old, Young. I was still young. I didn't
know any better. That is when I first stole something.
It was from a older woman, she was sleeping and I saw
a huge block of cheese next to her. I took the chance and ran
quietly up the steps and onto her porch, and carefully
pried the cheese out of her hand, and then I
sprinted all the way back home, and my family
enjoyed a nice meal that night.
Sixteen years old, Another boring year. My
best friend got himself a girlfriend, and that is
when I realized I was actually in the friend zone
the whole time. He never felt any romantic feelings
toward me in the first place. Eighteen years old,
I ruined his relationship in this age. That made
him hate me. He never talked to me again, and I was
left alone, nobody to confide in except my parents.
I just need to get through the next reaping,
and I will be safe.
A small body, a small nose, small lips, small breasts.
Its like everything is small to me. Nothing of my
appearance pleases me. Gray eyes. Boring. Small, Chappy
Lips, Gross and Boring. Like Not breasts. Boring and
Unattractive to cute guys. Small nose, big bridge,
super unattractive to cute guys. Ribs showing through
the stomach, so that makes me feel cautious about my
body, so i don't wear anything that shows any part of
stomach, so not attractive to cute guys.
Small weak legs, that maybe can keep me on my feet
for 25 minutes. Not impressive, I know. Long ass
fingernails, and long ass toenails. So unattractive!!!
Blonde hair that is usually covered in sand and dirt,
and that is unhygienic. My family can't afford for me
to have a warm or even cold bath everyday, so I'm
covered in dirt and other stuff. Big eyelashes. Bleh
also unattractive. The worst thing is, is the bloody
mole that is hanging of my left calf.
{}
A personality that gives off a vibe of happiness
or jollyness. Well its not like that, maybe on some
days, but most of the time. Its a neutral face and
my face looks like I'm going to claw my ears off
if my teacher keeps talking about death. Its depressing
and I don't want to go to school to learn how to shoot
waterworks out of my face.
I am a bit of a kleptomaniac. I steal things. Never
been chaught, hopefully never will. I steal small
things, like food and bits of clothing. Just some
small stuff that will get my family through the next
day. I steal to help my family, not hurt others. I don't
want others to die, because I took something
that would have saved there life, but at the end
of the day, my family is more important to me.
Loyalty and Trust plays a big part in my life.
I trust my family and the few friends I have with
my life. If they betray me in anyway, its likely
they will never ever gain my trust back
again. Loyalty and Trust is what keeps me family
from going extinct, because of famine, dehydration,
or disease. My family goes strong and we all
stay loyal and trust each other to the end.
{}
I was born to a poor class family in the
outskirts of district five. Food, Clothing, Water
is hard to get where we live. We just always have
enough to get us through the next day. Its good
I guess, we get through with what we have.
Life was alright growing up. My parents loved
and adored me. Being a single child since birth
was hard. I had to learn to be the sole person to take
care of the house when my parents were gone. I started
to learn how to do that since the age of five. It was tough.
Being so little and having so much weight and pressure
on your shoulders, really weighed me down in life, but
it also told me to get back up when it doesn't go right
the first time.
Four years old, a year before I had a huge burden on
my shoulders, I met this rabid dog. It was furry and fluffy,,
and its coat was a silver/white color. I noticed that it limped
and it had no right eye. I felt bad for it. I brought him home,
and I begged my mother to treat him, since she ran the
apothecary in the outskirts of district five. She did her
best, but the dog still died from lot's and lot's of
blood loss.
Six years old, not a huge year for me. I got good
grades, and I met this cute boy. He was six to, but
he was incredibly nice and helpful to me. Ten years old,
a good year for me I think. The guy I met when i was six
turned out to become my best friend. It did look like
I got friend zoned, hopefully I didn't but, I still like
him , like the day i met him.
Twelve years old, Young. I was still young. I didn't
know any better. That is when I first stole something.
It was from a older woman, she was sleeping and I saw
a huge block of cheese next to her. I took the chance and ran
quietly up the steps and onto her porch, and carefully
pried the cheese out of her hand, and then I
sprinted all the way back home, and my family
enjoyed a nice meal that night.
Sixteen years old, Another boring year. My
best friend got himself a girlfriend, and that is
when I realized I was actually in the friend zone
the whole time. He never felt any romantic feelings
toward me in the first place. Eighteen years old,
I ruined his relationship in this age. That made
him hate me. He never talked to me again, and I was
left alone, nobody to confide in except my parents.
I just need to get through the next reaping,
and I will be safe.
