Celena Phillips D3 Finished!

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If one calls the name Celena
she would be the one to answer
At the age of sixteen seventeen
Residing in the district of three
Attracted to both men andwomen is she

≈My Body Reads≈

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And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

≈My Past Reads ≈

Celena spent her whole life without her biological dad, not because he died or anything, just because he abandoned Celena and her mom. See, her dad left before she was born. Actually, her dad was gone before Celena's mom even knew that she was pregnant. One could say that he did not know, but he did, he left because he did not want to be pinned down to a women all of his life, that was just not who he was. He left Celena's mom without any cash, pregnant and not able to work.

Celena's mom went about her business, not knowing she was pregnant for about two months, then the signs started showing up. She was eating more, needing to sit down more, and her belly grew larger. Her boss noticed her lessening productivity, and fired her before she could say anything. Again, a deserted mother with an unborn child, now with no source of income, no source of food. No way to support herself, nor her child.

Months of struggling followed Celena's mom getting fired, she was barely able to eat enough food to support her own living functions, yet she had to have enough for herself and for the baby. She did almost anything she could to get enough food for her baby, everything but prostrate herself, something she stood strongly against. Somehow she made it through that time to the day that her baby, a beautiful baby girl named Celena was born.

The one part of the body that never changes is the eyes, not from birth to death. Celena goes by that too. Her eyes were not stunning as a baby, because no part of a baby is stunning, but they were cute. She was a small baby, malnourishment in the womb being the cause, but Celena Phillips was, by some sort of miracle, not a miscarriage. She was living, and her mother would do everything she could within her own power to protect her new daughter.

Living off of the bare minimum would be the best way to describe Celena's living situation for the first three years of her life. Her mother still was not able to get a job in the factory again since she was no able to leave her daughters side. Stella had to do odd jobs, she would beg for money too. Eventually, when the times became too tough and there just was not enough money for food, she prostrated herself to feed her daughter. Even through she would do all of these jobs she still barely had enough for her daughter and herself. Celena did not grow very much for the first bit of her life due to the lack of food.

When Celena turned three, her mother finally had lost some weight and got a job at one of the factories in district three again, this really was not great for Celena though, she had nothing to do all day. She hated just sitting around with nobody to talk to, it made her bored, and a bored three year old is not something that a person would come upon every day. She spent most of her time lying down on the twin bed that her mom and her shared, rapped in a blanket, wondering, "when's mommy going to come home with food?" Her call was answered just a few times.

Being very poor for a family in district three made Celena a child who was grateful for everything that she receive, always saying please and thank you. She never knew anything besides being poor, so she though that everyone lived the same way that Stella and she lived, that is of course until she started going to school at the age of five.

Celena may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she is observant. She noticed other kids having bagged lunches, large bagged lunches, and yet she had not even a small lunch, she did not even have a bag that she could pretend had food in it, that night when she came home from school she started asking questions.

Her mom was not exactly thankful about this. Her little girl who was always so nice started asking questions like, "Why don't we have food every day?" or "Why do other kids where different clothes to school every day?" Stella was stuck in a terrible situation, how do you explain things like that to a five year old? How could any person bring a young kid down by saying that we just don't have enough to live that that. So she made the awful decision of not answering these questions to let time answer them. This was the time when Celena started to grow apart from her mom, she stopped telling her everything, and slowly they started to become opposites.

Celena made it through the rest of kindergarten without anything of real note; her life was the same old thing as it was before. Barely any food, starving almost all of the time, until the event that changed her physical appearance forever. On a school field trip to a factory she tripped and got part of her ear cut off by a moving blade. She was immediately rushed to the closest doctor around, though Celena remembers none of this because she blacked out in pain. She only remembers waking up feeling confused and then looking in the mirror and seeing a face that should not belong to her, but it did. Naturally, the new deformation Celena's face had was not taken kindly by her, and she tried to hide it, but that never really worked.

The deformation became the center of her life. She tried to fake sick to get out of school so she would not have to see her peers, she tried putting her hair in front of her face, but that did not work either. Of course her fellow six year olds had no clue how much they were affecting her when they teased her. They thought that she looked weird, so she was weird, and because of that, they assumed that she had no feelings, because she was weird; but they were wrong.

Still, at the age of nine her families financial state had not changed one bit. They were still exceptionally poor, they did not have food to eat most days of the week, and Celena was still growing apart from her mother. But now at nine Celena had some independence, she never really did anything that a little kid should not do, but she learned that if she did anything wrong, she would not get punished by her weak mother. No consequences meant that she could do whatever she wanted, she had no use for that at that moment of course, but later in her life she would, and she would take full advantage of her freedom.

Still, life went on as per usual, people made fun of her scar, she did not have enough to eat, but then around the age of twelve she started to go through the wonderful emotional roller-coaster called puberty. Celena's normal array of emotions skyrocketed, every single reaction was huge. Emotions had no middle ground, it was either extremely one emotion, or extremely its opposite. She started growing, little by little, but her legs started stretching out, her body started looking fuller. But she wanted to take risks, she wanted to live a life where nothing was planned.

For about a year Celena thought about ways to make her life fun, becoming a teenager made her options skyrocket, or at least that is what it seemed to her. She thought about drugs, gangs, and other things, but one day she tried smoking and loved it. Picking up the habit of smoking was not cheap though, and she did not have the money to smoke very often, and that made her suffer from serious withdrawal... all of the time. From thirteen to fifteen she really had no ways of getting money, but once she turned fifteen she thought of a way to make money that would be fun and pay well at the same time...

That way of making money was prostitution. Celena was an attractive young lady, and she would have no problem finding people who were desperate for sex (which was something she enjoyed too). She spent her nights on the streets of district three in skimpy clothing, waiting for anyone to come buy who was willing to pay. Most nights people eventually came, and she was able to buy cigarettes in masses. She was living a happy life, she was having fun making money and having fun while not making money, it was the good life. But in school it was different, she was failing all of her classes and she was setting the track for an unsuccessful life, but nobody cared, because she was the weird poor girl.

≈My Insides Read≈

Celena is an angel of a sixteen year old girl... if angels reside in hell. It sounds cliche, but she was a case of a nice girl, turned bad because nobody liked her for awful reasons. Reading a book by its cover could not fit this adolescent any better than it does. The scar on her face is what people judge her on, not her personality. Or what was her personality.

The tole of constant insults as a child created a girl who nobody wanted to be around, she did not take the insults well either. She always was alone, except when people were making fun of her, but that does not really count. Showing emotions around people does not come easily to her, she never really has had anyone who she could share her feelings with.

The mind is like a sponge as child, it takes things in and believes them. Something learned as a child, or said to someone when they are a child, will stay with that person. They will remember it, and accept it. The feelings of sadness and exclusion were the main things that Celena got from the time of her being of six years to the time that she was nine years old.

A quiet girl would be what most say of her, but around the few people who are her friends (those people are also outcasts) she is very talkative. Taking nothing serious could be something positive about her too, but adults do not exactly think that it is a good thing.

Celena has went from someone excluded from most of society, to someone who does not want to be part of the mainstream. She has no interest being friends with the people that put her down before and is honestly quite happy with her social status.

Being unfriendly is not exactly Celena, she is more impartial. She just does not care about most things, and generally, she does not even care about her own body. If somebody was to ask her why she smokes even though she knows that it is bad for you, she'd probably respond "What's it matter to you?" As a person the present is her only concern, not the future, nor anybody else.





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