zoey {eleven} fin
Feb 5, 2017 14:11:50 GMT -5
Post by ♛ scandal on Feb 5, 2017 14:11:50 GMT -5
zoey sage
Thin, little muscle visible on my body. even though I work in the orchards,I am not very athletic. my legs are probably the only muscled muscle on my body. I run at any chance I get, to get away from the mediocrity that I live in. One day I just want to be one of those people who don't have to worry about water, food, or money. I want to be one of those people who have enough food, water, and money.
My hair. I love it. It's usually curly and styled in a bun. I uses stringy roots as a hair tie, because we don't have a spare one to use. My hair is a light brown color, lighter than my sisters and brothers. My eyes are dark brown, my late mother called them beautiful when she looked me in my eyes. I always smiled when she said that, because it made me feel special.
I don't weigh that much, since any food we get it usually split between each family member. I am as thin as a board, and only weighing 100 lbs at 17 years old. I wish I could eat more, but that would hurt my family I took some food in the middle of the night, and It would make me feel guilty.
my eyelashes span quite long, but my father called them extraordinary. I liked it when people called me a word that means different, because I don't want to be like everyone else, I want to be my own person. My fingernails are quite short, I usually bite them off, a habit that I don't like, since when I bite them too short, my fingernails start to hurt.
My hips span out a little bit, but not a lot. It makes my butt look big. I try to wear clothes that make me look good, but they are usually hand-me-downs from Anagallis, my sister. They are alright, but not something that I would want to wear on a daily basis, but I do, because I don't want to be a pain.
(o) . (o)
I can be a little selfish at times, but its in my nature. i can't help that I can be selfish.I do mooch things a lot, so I can also be counted as a mooch, but I try not to do it often, because then i would just be being plainly selfish. I like to help people though, like when they mooch, I'll try to give them leftovers, but I also try not to do that to often, because then I'll be stealing from my family.
My mother used to tell me that I always react with feeling, instead of thinking. It is true, first I react with feeling, before I do anything with my mind. I usually offer emotional support, instead of advice, because I'm not that good with advice, trust me I have tried before.
turbulent is another word to describe me. I am sometimes confused or emotionally unstable. I became more turbulent after my mother died in a tractor accident, causing me to be emotionally unstable. It hurt me a lot when she died, she was the pillar to my roof. I couldn't have thought of life without her, and now that the pillar is gone, the roof collapsed.
(o) . (o)
Since a young age I worked with her family in the orchards, but like every year, my mother got pregnant, popping out a new baby, that I usually took care of when my mother was able to go back into the fields. When she was taking care of the babies, I worked in the orchards. I didn't like it, but like every child had to work in the fields.
when I was 9 years old, my mother tragically died in a tractor accident. That was when my life crumbled. the pillar was struck down, so the roof collapsed. I started having emotional freak outs. I would be nice and calm, and the next second I'm crying in the corner. My mother never even had a funeral, which greatly saddened me. We had to get back to work, we didn't even get to mourn, and in fact no one even did, except my family.
I had to work longer in the fields since my mother's death, working in the fields helps support the family, so me and anagallis try to do as much as we can, even if we or mostly me don't like it. working in the fields under the hot sun everyday eventually tired me out, and just like that I collapsed. I woke up in a couple hours, feeling like shit. after i COLLAPSED, i HAD to get back to work the next day, which was unfair.
but now that capitol keeps on sending peacekeepers to keep us in line, and make sure we are doing our duty. I thought maybe one day I might be able to get out of this district, but now I know that is never going to happen. district 11 is nothing but a prison. and all we are is just prisoners, doing their time for doing something wrong.
My hair. I love it. It's usually curly and styled in a bun. I uses stringy roots as a hair tie, because we don't have a spare one to use. My hair is a light brown color, lighter than my sisters and brothers. My eyes are dark brown, my late mother called them beautiful when she looked me in my eyes. I always smiled when she said that, because it made me feel special.
I don't weigh that much, since any food we get it usually split between each family member. I am as thin as a board, and only weighing 100 lbs at 17 years old. I wish I could eat more, but that would hurt my family I took some food in the middle of the night, and It would make me feel guilty.
my eyelashes span quite long, but my father called them extraordinary. I liked it when people called me a word that means different, because I don't want to be like everyone else, I want to be my own person. My fingernails are quite short, I usually bite them off, a habit that I don't like, since when I bite them too short, my fingernails start to hurt.
My hips span out a little bit, but not a lot. It makes my butt look big. I try to wear clothes that make me look good, but they are usually hand-me-downs from Anagallis, my sister. They are alright, but not something that I would want to wear on a daily basis, but I do, because I don't want to be a pain.
(o) . (o)
I can be a little selfish at times, but its in my nature. i can't help that I can be selfish.I do mooch things a lot, so I can also be counted as a mooch, but I try not to do it often, because then i would just be being plainly selfish. I like to help people though, like when they mooch, I'll try to give them leftovers, but I also try not to do that to often, because then I'll be stealing from my family.
My mother used to tell me that I always react with feeling, instead of thinking. It is true, first I react with feeling, before I do anything with my mind. I usually offer emotional support, instead of advice, because I'm not that good with advice, trust me I have tried before.
turbulent is another word to describe me. I am sometimes confused or emotionally unstable. I became more turbulent after my mother died in a tractor accident, causing me to be emotionally unstable. It hurt me a lot when she died, she was the pillar to my roof. I couldn't have thought of life without her, and now that the pillar is gone, the roof collapsed.
(o) . (o)
Since a young age I worked with her family in the orchards, but like every year, my mother got pregnant, popping out a new baby, that I usually took care of when my mother was able to go back into the fields. When she was taking care of the babies, I worked in the orchards. I didn't like it, but like every child had to work in the fields.
when I was 9 years old, my mother tragically died in a tractor accident. That was when my life crumbled. the pillar was struck down, so the roof collapsed. I started having emotional freak outs. I would be nice and calm, and the next second I'm crying in the corner. My mother never even had a funeral, which greatly saddened me. We had to get back to work, we didn't even get to mourn, and in fact no one even did, except my family.
I had to work longer in the fields since my mother's death, working in the fields helps support the family, so me and anagallis try to do as much as we can, even if we or mostly me don't like it. working in the fields under the hot sun everyday eventually tired me out, and just like that I collapsed. I woke up in a couple hours, feeling like shit. after i COLLAPSED, i HAD to get back to work the next day, which was unfair.
but now that capitol keeps on sending peacekeepers to keep us in line, and make sure we are doing our duty. I thought maybe one day I might be able to get out of this district, but now I know that is never going to happen. district 11 is nothing but a prison. and all we are is just prisoners, doing their time for doing something wrong.
854 words. Lyn𝛿is
