Your dad has black hair, blue eyes and bronze skin. He has a cut on his neck and a burn scar on the right side of his face. Hes hot and buff but doesn't show it much. He's Mexican so he speaks Mexican when he's upset. He has blue eyes and has tattoos.

You have long brown hair. It's soft and silky but is to your thighs, your dad normally takes care of it. You have brown eyes like your mom and you have white skin like the snow. You have freckles and you're pretty. Your body is perfect as well, but you suffer from aneroixa and body dysmorphira. You're on medication for it.

You and your dad have it rough. It's hard to live in Chicago, especially in this economy. You live on the south side. In the slums. You're house isnt fancy it's a bit run down, but your dad always decorated and cleans it up. You had been having depressive moods for a while and you had returned home to find a small bag of cocaine. Your dad had gone to work, and the bag was gone.

That night you had gone out into the living room. Divergent is playing on the tv. Your dad sits there, counting and organizing money on the coffee table. Hes sat down on the couch. You sit beside him and lean against him.

"Hey babygirl, "he says as he rubs your hair. "Another nightmare?" He asks. You nod and he sighs. You glance at the moment there's at least 25 grand on the table. Not including the fives, tens or the ones or twenties or Fifty. Possibly drug money

You're a girl, you're 12, you're pansexual and your mom's dead. You know no biological family. The closest thing to an uncle is your uncle Antonio, your dad's best friend.