norris | d3 | fin [cb]

It is just Norris. My mother did not have enough breaths left to give me a first name and the orphanage does not care to give me one.

Then who am I but just Norris? I am left to define my existence, the orphanage just gives me shelter and a full stomach and I am just left to be whoever I want to be. So many others have idols too look up to, to copy and thrive to be like. Me? I am just Norris.


Can building little robot toys be classed as a personality trait? Or sewing together new clothes whenever I grow a few inches? Though the progress of my height seems to have slowed down lately, hopefully puberty blesses me with a growth spurt.

Well I am just Norris, left behind in the world to find myself. Except this is no world to explore, District Three does not strike me with inspiration. Every day is the same. Every face is the same and there is not one face I would like to be.

Its just Norris, I have no focus. No history but a name inherited. My life needs defining but I won’t find it here.