https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4801/39841393505_a352872db0_b.jpg Amna Bhatt was born in New Delhi as the middle child of three siblings to a very, very wealthy family. Her parents could never seem to understand her energy, and why she could never just sit down and sit still like her younger brother. Neither could they understand why Amna didn't want to hang out with their friend's daughters, the ones that they always compared Amna to. Her older sister loved gossiping with them. Somehow, it always seemed like Amna was saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Her parents always punished her for her energy, which only seemed to make her want to jump around even more. Just as they were beginning to look at sending Amna away, her uncle came to live with them for a few months. He took one look at her, and immediately saw himself. Convincing his brother (Amna's father) to wait just a few more months to send her to boarding school, her uncle put a pair of running shoes on her feet and a soccer ball in her hands. With just the two of them on the field, Amna sent her first ball into the soccer net. Amna loved everything about the sport, she loved the feeling of rushing down the field, the ball between her feet, that brush of air as the ball flies towards the net. Not only that, but she loved the community, spending hours a day with people she loved. Pretty soon, she was barely at home, and when she was, she generally had grass stains on her clothes and barely talked to her parents. Amna's personality was also changing, she was standing straighter full of so much more confidence, and rougher around the edges which left her with a lot of guy friends. Her parents hoped she would grow out of it, sure she was well behaved now, but everyone knew that roughhousing, yelling, just sports in general, were not what a true Bhatt lady was.
As she got older, Amna found it harder with the boys, anyone that she liked just seemed to want to kick a ball around with her, sure they saw movies together, but they were fast action movies. There was that one boy, Divit, who she really liked. He was in the same soccer league as her. They'd been kicking around a ball together for ages, meeting up in their spare time to practice kicks. She didn't know when it happened, but pretty soon she had a major crush on him, and for awhile, it seemed like he did too. Every so often he'd give her these looks, then look away after she noticed. Or he'd come up to her, and start to say something before he'd say something else. When he finally did corner her one day after practice, Amna's heart was in her chest, until he asked her to find out if one of the other girls liked him. Amna knew all she had to do was act a bit more softer, and she could probably get someone to like her. But if she did that, her parents would have won, and so she sucked it up and played even harder.
When she was thirteen, her parents told her that she was too old to be playing soccer for a hobby. If she was to continue doing it, she would have to be the best, or it would be a useless thing to be spending time on. So Amna trained, and trained and trained. And she became the best. But all that time that went into training had to come from somewhere. Slowly, she lost time for friends and fun. It was soccer, soccer, soccer. The thing that she loved, became something to dread. But Amna couldn't be stuck in the house again, so she continued with it.
In her late teens, is when that letter arrived. A scholarship, to a sports academy in Windenburg. Her parents, disappointed that she hadn't yet turned around and given it up, were all too eager to let Amna snatch it up. They had relatives who lived down there, Amna could stay with them.
So Amna goes off towards Windenburg, to train harder for a sport she's come to despise. Her parents wouldn't be hovering over her anymore, she could finally experience those teenaged things, she can finally let loose a little (or a lot).
Traits: Childish, Active
Age: Teen
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