Esme Truus D10

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Esme Truus
Fourteen
Female
District Ten
Thomas

Appearance

If you think I'm just a beauty queen, you may want to think again. Yes, I know I'm beautiful, but some things are not as they seem. I'm probably one of the most beautiful people you'll run into, but don't let my looks fool you. It's part of my plan I've developed. I want to fool people into thinking I'm a beauty queen. I'm sure everyone has heard the saying "don't judge a book by it's cover." That's something you'll need to quickly learn about me. I may be beautiful on the outside, but you haven't seen the ugly that resides within me. I may have this beautiful look you want to have, but trust me when I say things aren't what they seem, so you better take a closer look to realize if I'm really that beauty queen. It's best for people to walk away from me than it is for them to stare at me.

I stand four foot nine inches tall. Believe it or not, I'm not the shortest person I've met. I like to think I'm tall, but when I see other people they are taller than me. I weigh seventy pounds if I'm lucky. I've had people laugh at me telling me I'm a bean stalk. I believe them in a way because I am skinny. I might weigh eighty pounds right now, but I'm still skinnier than I want to be. "Esme is a bean stalk. She needs to gain some weight." I'm used to hearing this. I have what's called a fast metabolism. I digest what little food I eat faster than I would please. I burn away the calories because it's what I do. I walk almost everywhere I go, and it's something I enjoy doing. I don't care if others make fun of me for being a bean stalk because I'm happy the way I am.

My thick, long, blonde hair flows down my back coming to a stop in the small of my back. My hair is slightly wavy which becomes annoying when the humidity is high. My hair tends to frizz standing straight out the higher the humidity. My almond shape, blue eyes are shaded by my thin, light brown eyebrows. My ears are tiny, and I'm glad they can be hidden by my hair because I'm reminded of elf ears when I look at myself. My ears come to a point which is totally embarrassing. My tiny nose sits at an odd angle on my face. Sometimes people think I've had my nose broken several times, but I've never had a broken nose. In fact, I've never had a broken bone, but that's not the point. I hate my nose the same as I hate my ears. My tiny, pale lips are always turned upwards forming a smile. I don't know why people think I'm a beauty queen because it's obvious I'm not.

Personality

I've been told by many people that I have a bright personality. I always try to look at the bright side of life. Every creation that sits on the earth is here for a reason. I know I'm here for a reason; however, I've yet to figure out why I'm here, but I'm not going to let that stop me. I enjoy living my life to the fullest. Most people think I'm crazy because of it because I live in a nation where the Capitol is ruthless, but if I die, another great adventure will be starting. I'm on a journey throughout my life to live my life like everyday is my last because I don't know when my last day will be. Life is an adventure waiting for me to explore. Each day I wake up, I don't worry about what's going to happen. I have no reason to. It's pointless living my life in fear. Fear is capable of controlling a life, and I'm in control of my life.

Do I fear death? I believe that everyone has a fear of death because it's unknown what will happen once a heart stops beating. I just choose to live my life trying to make my life a legacy. I don't want to be forgotten by those around me. I want them to remember me as one who lived life not regretting anything. Sure, I have done some pretty stupid stuff, but I don't regret it. Everyone makes mistakes. I don't think a perfect person walks the face of the earth. I'm nowhere near perfect. I make mistakes all the time, but it's not going to stop me from trying. I learn from the mistakes I make, and I move on with the knowledge of that mistake. If I live my life regretting every mistake I have made, I won't have lived my life to the fullest. I wouldn't live that legacy I'm trying to live. I wouldn't leave my mark that I'm trying to leave. I would die in vain.

"Live your life to the fullest. Live everyday like it's your last, and you won't regret it." People laugh at me when I tell them this, but it doesn't matter to me. Well, it does, but I don't show it. I take things personally a lot. I know these people probably don't mean me any harm, but it breaks my heart knowing that they've laughed at me. I wish people would respect me and my opinions on life, and I would respect theirs. I do respect theirs for the most part, but I lose the respect when they disrespect me. I shouldn't let something as small as laughing get to me. My momma tells me all the time to ignore them, and most of the time I can. Usually I look away from them knowing I can live my life how I want to. I don't have to live it their way. I have the free will to live my life how I choose. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cannot harm me.

History

I was born fourteen years ago to Vanessa, and Stanley Truus. My father owns a dairy farm. I grew up living with animals. I would spend hours following him around trying to figure out what he would do. Cows are fascinating. They eat grass constantly, and the females can produce milk. It blew my mind away. I didn't know that was possible, but I reckon it is. "Dadda, I want milk cows." I remember him looking at me when I said that. Shock was in his eyes, and his lips formed a smile. "Of course. I'll teach you when you are older. You need to know certain things about cows before you can milk one." He knelt down a placed a hand on my shoulder. I knew from that day I would become a dairy farmer. (I didn't know it was going to be a lot of work though.)

When I turned ten, my father started teaching me the ways of raising a cow. My mother would stand outside the house watching us. I was more of a daddy's girl than I was a mommy's girl. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to be in the sun. I wanted to be around my father as he worked. My mother never worked. She stayed home raising me which would be a hard job in itself. I was a spoiled child, but I quickly grew out of that. "You have to be careful raising cows because they can become heavy. You gotta make sure you do everything right. You don't want to get hurt now do ya?" I laughed like it was a joke, but I quickly learned it wasn't a joke because my father takes his job very seriously. He doesn't joke around, and I know I shouldn't have joked around about it. "I understand. I'm sorry for laughing." "You'll be sorry later if you joke around."

On my thirteen birthday, my father got me my own cow. He got it from an auction. I walked with him to the auction. We always walk to the auction to see if we could find any animals worth having. It was my birthday, and he told me I could have any animal I wanted whether it be a pig, a goat, or a cow. I always wanted a cow of my own. I looked at the cows for a while trying to figure out the one I wanted. None captured my attention though. I was about to turn away when I spotted the perfect cow. It didn't look very old, and that's what I needed. "I found the cow I want." I jumped around excitedly. My father looked over at me with a smile. "I want that one." I point my finger at the younger cow. "Alright let's get your cow. What are you going to name it?" He asked. I never thought of a name, but I had the perfect one picked out. "How about we call her Cowie." Cowie is my cow, and I raise her, and take care of her everyday of my life just like my father raises his cows.

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