Aileen Wheeler//D7//FIN
Dec 26, 2016 10:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Dec 26, 2016 10:06:43 GMT -5
Name: Aileen Wheeler
Age: 13
Gender: female
District/Area: district 7
Appearance:
I have enormous grey eyes, just like my mother, and my hair is blond, like hers. I look a lot like her. Many people say that I have got her smile. I love smiling, but I rarely get a chance to do it and not many people can see my smiling face. I am happy to be like my mother, but there are many things I don't really like about myself.
I am too thin, too pale and not really attractive. A loser in the corner. Sometimes I feel miserable because of my height. I am smaller than an average eleven year old, unlike mom, who is a lot taller, and most people don't even notice me. We are also one of the poorest families in the district, I think, so I can't afford to wear anything new or pretty, I usually just put my sister's or my mother's old clothes on and some children laugh at me, because I am usually much smaller than my dresses, skirts and T-shirts which look ridiculous on me.
Personality:
I would love to live my whole life in the shadows, but that is not likely to happen. Even though I am small and unnoticeable, everybody keeps paying attention to me. That is probably because of my clumsiness. Whatever I do, it always goes wrong, wherever I go, I always stumble upon something and fall down, whenever I try to help, I only ruin everything. My sister Leticia often yells at me, because I am always so clumsy that I often drop something on her, and do many things that would annoy anybody if they were in her place.
I wish I could be more like my sister. I like all the people around me, but I have always loved Leticia more than anybody else (except for mom, of course). She might be a little too emotional sometimes and she gets easily upset by many things, but she has the strength to always put herself together and never lose control in any situation. She doesn't go to school often, unlike me (I could never disobey my mom and my teacher, so I always study a lot and get good grades), but she knows more than all my family members together. She isn't always very polite, but she can protect herself and people around her. She is definitely my hero.My mother says that Leticia is a lot like dad. I don't remember my father, because I wasn't even born when he passed away, but I wish I could be more like him. And I really wish he could still be here with us. Every time I remember dad, I think that he was the only one who could understand Leticia. She must be very lonely without him and I think she misses him a lot, though she never really shows her feelings.
History:
I was born a month after our father died in an accident. Since that day, our family has been very poor and our mother has been working a lot. I have never seen her around much, because to earn money and support the whole family she has to work all day long, year after year, and it still isn't enough. Sometimes we run out of food or don't have any warm clothes to put on in winter. My sister always wears our father's old boots when it is cold.
My brother Luke is a really nice person, but he mostly talks to Leticia, because they are really good friends. I can always talk to him and he is really understanding and supportive, but I know that he still mostly hangs out with my sister and I am not really his very best friend, even though he loves me. I had a friend when I was little, but now she doesn't like me anymore. Sometimes I just wish Leticia didn't think I am just a disaster who keeps destroying her happiness and taught me how to be more like her.I only had one fight in my life and it didn't really look like one. One girl in our street snatched a teddy bear from my neighbour. After the second girl found out that her favourite toy was gone, she started looking for it everywhere. The girl who did it was afraid that the bear will be found and didn't want to get punished, so she put the toy in my back yard. After my neighbour saw her teddy bear there, she thought it was me who took it and beat me up. I only remember being punched for about half an hour, lying in the dirt and trying to protect my face. After that, the girl's mother told my mom I was a thief, but I explained that I wasn't and mom believed me. However, I didn't tell anyone who really took the toy, because that girl had a really strict father who could punish her.