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1. What is your full name?

Foster Rita Silas

2. Where and when were you born?

The same day as Jesus, supposedly – December 25th. It was the middle of a winter storm I was told, one of the worst the sate of Illinois had seen in years. I was born hastily in Springfield, sometime in the afternoon. 5:01 PM I think.

3. Who are/were your parents?

My father immersed himself in the medical profession. Dr. Charles Silas was quite adept at what he did, specializing in the field of infectious diseases. He helped diagnose and prevent many people from losing their lives. While he did fulfill his paternal duty, he wasn’t around so much because of his work, though because Mother coddled us so much we never had to develop responsibility on our own.

Ah, Mother . . . Gizelle was a loving parent, but her need to control the aspects of my life often came in conflict with my need for space. Once I hit 13, the problem became perpetual, worse so when two years later my sister became a teenager. With a father gone three-quarters of the day and her lack of a job, it was any wonder that she didn’t lose her sanity completely; we had no family even in the country to look to for aid. But Gizelle instilled in me a need to learn about the human psyche and to keep a healthy diet, and I am grateful for it.

4. Do you have any siblings?

A vicious lil’ sis, yeah, two years younger. Alexandra wasn’t exactly the most likeable of people; she had different faces for different people, and it was usually the self-centered brat that showed up at home when no friends were around. She terrorized Mother because our father was often away for work, and Mother began to deteriorate over the years . . . It was frightening to see how good my sister acted. Maybe that’s the only thing we have in common.

5. Where do you live now, and with whom?

Still live with my family; I’m a minor after all. We currently live down in muggy Louisiana, though I long for somewhere cold and rainy, or near a body of water at least without so much sunshine.

6. What is your occupation?

Student for now : I’ve got two years left to go! Beyond that, I’m not sure. I think I might pursue a career in writing, make a side-job off of playing the piano sometimes even. As much as I’m interested in psychology, I would probably never make it my money-maker.

7. What do you look like?

God, I hate looking in mirrors. Let’s see . . . Mid-back length dirty blonde hair that tends to be oily. 5’3” in height. Not sure about my weight anymore, the darn machines keep fizzing out of existence from neglect. Small hands : some people can even curl their fingers over mine half-way. Oval-shaped face. Bespectacled; I refuse contacts. Um . . . Weird blue-green eyes. Bit of baby fat still clings to my cheeks. Small ears if you can see ‘em, my hair usually is in the way; the one on the left is a bit curled at the lobe because when I was little an earring got tugged out all the way and tore a hole open. I think it’s still there.

Body shape, you ask? Er . . . Normal? I don’t have really noticeable curves or a gifted upper area, but it’s not all boxes and straight lines either. I tend to unconsciously give the impression of one who needs permission to be approached after an invisible line is crossed.

8. To which social class do you belong?

Middle class.

9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Unfortunately. Much as I love animals, I’m allergic to the hairy kinds; something about a thing in their spit that doesn’t agree with my immune system. So the more they groom themselves, the more I sneeze and get red-eyed. Pollen, too.

As far as physical weaknesses go, well . . . I don’t have any inherently, but I’m not in the best of shapes either. I also have asthma induced by exercise, which is probably why I’m not athletic. Yay for excuses!

Lastly, my sense of hearing isn’t the best, especially if there’s background noise to deal with. Sometimes people have to yell for me to understand.

10. Are you right- or left-handed?

Left, and it has inconvenienced me several times before.

11. What does your voice sound like?

Not like a girl’s really. At least not to me. It’s a tad deeper, and you can usually tell what mood I’m in just by hearing my voice. It’s quite agile in pitch, though, since I like to have fun and mimic voices; this doesn’t mean I’m good at it, sadly.

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“s**t biscuits.” “Holy crap!” “Hum?” “Can’t hear you.” All assortments of cursing.

13. What do you have in your pockets?

My hands? Money, too.

14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

Let’s see . . . I tilt my head when confused or in thought like a dog. If walking in a group of friends counting more than two, I will invariably make it so that I’m walking a few inches behind the last person. I bite my nails unconsciously. Food never touches each other on my plate, and everything is eaten slowly. Aaaand I make all sorts of weird noises to accentuate whatever it is I’m doing.

I also write down anything I think is worth of note. Strange words to define, quotes to keep in mind, interesting concepts, almost anything is kept safe within a notepad. Just because you never know when you’ll need it, right?

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Contestable. I think it was pretty pivotal the day I started learning piano; without it, I’m not sure how I could’ve learned to vent my emotions properly. But there was also the time that I first confided to my closest friend. I’d never done that before in my life.

30. Who has had the most influence on you?

I don’t know. Dad, yes, not so sure about my mom . . . Neither were extremely important as far as influence. I just sorta went on my own.

31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Not sure again. Get back to me on that . . .

32. What is your greatest regret?

What a devil my subconscious has become! I can’t begin to determine which one it would be. I believe anything that I’ve done wrong is my greatest regret.

33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

. . . Read the above? Anything thought of as regretable is counted as a sin.

34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

None. Dad made real sure of that.

35. When was the time you were the most frightened?

The day I decided I could fully trust a friend enough to tell them more about me. Not the things they saw, but what lied underneath. My God, it was emotionally frightening . . . I was afraid, so afraid that they would take things the wrong way, just like everyone else I had ever thought to trust . . .

And, quite often, you can see me have silent torture sessions during thunderstorms at night.

36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

I have to pick only one? Well . . . my first encounter with bullies. I was so incredibly naïve back then, and I continued to try and make friends with them despite them slandering my name for their sick pleasure. And time after time I got embarrassed because of their blabbing, their rumors, and yet I didn’t learn for so long . . . Physical beatings were better than that.

37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

Making myself be more assertive as a kid. Be less secretive and withholding, be a tad more trusting. Maybe I wouldn’t be as messed up today.

38. What is your best memory?

Like I collect all of my bad times as crimes, so do I hold any memory of laughter and fun and peace as my best.

39. What is your worst memory?

I cannot discern what would be the “worst” from the jumbled mess of “bad”. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.