My name is Yolanda. I am from Spain. I speak Spanish as my first language, but also French and English. When surprised, shocked, or scared, I sometimes forget to use English. Usualy by context, those around me are able to know what I mean.
I have very dark brown hair, down to my shoulders. My eyes change colour, they are either very dark brown, or a very dark green, and I am eighteen years old.
I know of the alliteration children. I want to find them, for I hope they will be the family that I lost. My family is neither caring, nor kind. I live away from them, but their letters and phone calls! They tell me to come back, but I know how much I would loathe that.
And that is me, of at least most of me.