Aximili 'Ax' Marcos [D8] FIN

Cinnamon buns. They are the first thing that people typically think of when they hear about my family's lovely little local diner. We're famous for our breakfasts in general, but more specifically for the sweet, delicious cinnamon buns that we make. I'd never turn one down, that's for sure. Our fresh squeezed orange juice and differently flavored lemonades are a hit among patrons, too. I do a lot of the work that's involved in making that stuff, and I really enjoy doing it all.

I'm not only one of the cooks at my family's fairly famous diner, but I also wait tables from time to time. I'll take people's orders and let the folks in the kitchen know what they want. The chefs will make the food, and I'll bring it back out to the tables. To some people, that may sound like a tedious job, or even a rather stressful one, but I quite enjoy it myself. I've encountered a few upset customers over my time working there, sure, but I don't let it ruin my day.

One thing in particular I've heard plenty of customers complain about in regards to me is that they don't think I'm competent enough to do my job. I'm only thirteen, first of all, so a lot of them simply think I'm too young to be doing good work. They often say that I should be in school, but little do they know that when I'm not working at the diner, if it's not a weekend, I'm being homeschooled by my parents. Another reason they've often said that I'm not competent enough to be working at the diner is because of my speech issues.

I've always spoken in a way that a lot of people think is weird. I 'play' with the words that I say quite often. My written words are fine, from what people have told me, for the most part, but when I speak, it can be seen as a bit strange.

"You would like the cinnamon buns? Buns? Bunz-uh? Coming right up. Up. Uh-puh." I might say something like this to a customer as I take their order, and I get different responses from different people. Some will let out a little bit of a laugh. Others will whisper among themselves or talk to my manager- also known as my mother- later on about it. Some will even speak directly to me about it, asking what's wrong with me and if I'm capable enough to be working here.

It used to bother me a lot when people would do things like that, but I've gotten used to it over time. It's become normal to me to hear those sort of insults or judgmental remarks. I suppose I shouldn't think of it as a normal thing, but it's almost every day for me. I've always been bullied for different things throughout my life. Of course, the one thing that I get picked on for the most has always been the way that I speak.

Now, I've also been complimented by some of the kids at school, too. Some of them like my sense of humor. Others like how I look, calling me cute or something like that. I think I agree with them that my appearance could be considered 'cute'. I've got dark brown hair with a little bit of a golden blond shimmer in it when you catch it in the right light. It's strange, but I quite like it. I am of average height and a medium build- nothing that stands out too much in that regard. Although, I think it's my face that the other kids find particularly 'cute'. My eyes are dark and almond shaped with a bit of a sparkle behind them, and I've been told my smile is quite nice, too. My skin is soft and can be compared to the color of brown sugar.

The one person I get told that I look the most like is my brother, Elfangor. He's basically a taller, older, version of me with a bigger build. Of course, we do both look a bit like our parents, but we resemble one another more than anything else. Elfangor and I have always been very close with one another, and there are days, especially around the time of the reaping, that I truly fear that I might lose him.

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