Post by yukimoto1 on May 17, 2015 11:48:50 GMT -5
Name: Yuki Miller
Age: 16, birthday is Apirl 6
Grade Level: Sophomore
Physical Appearance: I have long wavy black hair with a strand of yellow and a strand of red I dyed. I am pale, with no freckles. I have midnight blue eyes. I am very skinny and I am 5'3". I have a scar on my arm.
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Dissociative Identity Disorder, sometimes mild depression,and mild PTSD.
Tell Us About Your Past: My life was great until the day of the mall shooting. A man came into my parents' store and shot them. He locked the store and the customers and I, at age 6, were kept hostage. I tried to go over to my dead parents, but the man shot me in the arm. The police came and arrested the man. I was given to my dad's brother, Sam. Uncle Sam was a drug dealer and alcoholic. He abused me for 6 years until someone busted him. At age 12, I was given to my dad's sister named Sarah. She never cared about me, she only cared about her other kids, Eli and Ty. At age 14, I started to have nightmares and wake up in places I have never saw before. At age 15, teachers had cameras to show that I called myself Yama and played "games" with my bullies. If they lost or cheated, I would hurt them. If I lost, they would beat me up, and I rarely lost. But I never remembered these occurrences. Then Sarah sent me to Hubbard.
Essay about Arrival:
I walk into this "school". I look around, seeing no kid happy, it was unrealistic. It was like they were brainwashed. They told me to give them my things, to check for weapons or drugs. I gave my watch, luggage, and the locket that was my mom's with a picture of my parents in it to them.They gave me a uniform, and I put it on. They showed me to my room, without giving any of my things back. They locked me up and it was cold. I layed in my bed, looked at the ceiling. This place isn't right, I thought to myself. And I was right.
Age: 16, birthday is Apirl 6
Grade Level: Sophomore
Physical Appearance: I have long wavy black hair with a strand of yellow and a strand of red I dyed. I am pale, with no freckles. I have midnight blue eyes. I am very skinny and I am 5'3". I have a scar on my arm.
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Dissociative Identity Disorder, sometimes mild depression,and mild PTSD.
Tell Us About Your Past: My life was great until the day of the mall shooting. A man came into my parents' store and shot them. He locked the store and the customers and I, at age 6, were kept hostage. I tried to go over to my dead parents, but the man shot me in the arm. The police came and arrested the man. I was given to my dad's brother, Sam. Uncle Sam was a drug dealer and alcoholic. He abused me for 6 years until someone busted him. At age 12, I was given to my dad's sister named Sarah. She never cared about me, she only cared about her other kids, Eli and Ty. At age 14, I started to have nightmares and wake up in places I have never saw before. At age 15, teachers had cameras to show that I called myself Yama and played "games" with my bullies. If they lost or cheated, I would hurt them. If I lost, they would beat me up, and I rarely lost. But I never remembered these occurrences. Then Sarah sent me to Hubbard.
Essay about Arrival:
I walk into this "school". I look around, seeing no kid happy, it was unrealistic. It was like they were brainwashed. They told me to give them my things, to check for weapons or drugs. I gave my watch, luggage, and the locket that was my mom's with a picture of my parents in it to them.They gave me a uniform, and I put it on. They showed me to my room, without giving any of my things back. They locked me up and it was cold. I layed in my bed, looked at the ceiling. This place isn't right, I thought to myself. And I was right.