My name is Alia and I am eighteen years old. My skin is fair, my hair is long and blonde, and I have a ponytail that shows off my beautiful blue eyes. I'm wearing burlap clothes that are tied around my knees and hug tightly to my body. The fabric is rough against my bare legs, but I don't mind because it reminds me of where I come from.
I grew up in a small town surrounded by farmland. My parents were both farmers, and they taught me how to work hard and appreciate the land. But when I was just sixteen years old, things took a turn for the worse. My family was struggling financially, so my father made the decision to sell our farm to pay off some of our debts.
Unfortunately, the buyer turned out to be a wealthy businessman who wanted to use the land to build a new factory. He promised my father that he would take good care of us, but as soon as the deal was finalized, we were kicked out of our home. We had nowhere to go and no way to make a living.
That's when I made a mistake that changed my life forever. I got involved with a group of people who wanted to take down the businessman responsible for ruining our lives. We planned to break into his factory and steal some of his documents, but things went wrong and we were caught.
I was sentenced to prison, where I've been ever since. But I never lost sight of my dreams or my love for the land that raised me. Someday I hope to find a way out of here and start over again with what little I have left.