Wonderland DTA/WTA/MTA || ENTRY

Instructions

Dear Viewer, Hahaha Three in one >:3 I was just gonna write, But I did more for fun! (And because I really like this character but oh well-) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- AHHHHHHH Okay so I started this on the day the DTA/WTA/MTA was shared, and I was nearly too late XD So, without further ado, I present to you... The result of my procrastination and hard work! :D -------------------------------------------------------------------------- WRITING: "Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to puke," I mumbled, weakly shielding my stomach as another kick was delivered, leaving me gasping for breath. "Get up!" ordered Mr. Black. I bit back a moan, weakly pushing at the ground. "I said /get up/ you worthless worm!" So get up I did. I slowly but surely stood, my hair wet with sweat and my skin covered in fresh bruises. "Were you even /trying/?!" Mr. Black spat disgustedly. I was silent. "I work with you for hours each day, and you refuse to give me your best effort, lazy worm!" he continued. "Hit me! Hit me, I dare you! Show me if my hard work and effort have done anything!" HIS hard work? HIS effort? No. I've been pushed around my whole life, and if he wants me to hit him, I'll hit him. "Call me worm /one more time/," I hiss, then I aim at a specific place that would certainly do the trick. I put it all into this kick. Every time my mentors laughed at my near-dead figure on the ground at their feet. Every time they reminded me how alone I was. Every time they tossed me into my room without food as a punishment for not being enough. And I swing my leg up. "GAH!" he screeched, howling a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. "I'm no worm," I growl, standing over his body which was now on the floor. I take a steady breath. "I'm a dragon." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Adira (meaning 'Strong') Henderson Nickname: Pink Dragon Age: Twenty-four Role: Assassin Description: Welp I mean that's in the contest- Backstory: Her father worked at Wonderland and so when she was born, she was to follow the tradition. However, her mentors were much too hard on her. It got to the point where she would stare down from bridges and think about jumping. Nobody knew about it, though. When her father died (on her seventeenth birthday, too), she was angry. She didn't know who she was angry at, though. So that night she k!lled someone, not knowing what to do with this pent-up rage. Nothing was ever the same after that.