My name is Katie Peterson, I am 21, My hair is a deep red, the colour of red velvet cake, my eyes are a light blue, they are rare, but I am one of the lucky few who was born with them, I stand at about 5'6... with my four inch heels on, so you can say I am probably around 5'2, my skin is tan, not the orange Snooki tan, the natural tan you get when working outside, I spend a lot of time outside and inside, when I am home I usually just sit around and reading outside, when I am not home, let's just say I have an interest in the paranormal. That's right, I have always been into the paranormal, I get scared easily, so it is hard for me to go into field work, but other than that, I am really smart and know a lot about it.
I have never been the person to make friends from the start. It takes years to get to know someone. I don't really like to hang around with people that much, I'm more of a loner. I have friends, Chi-Lan San, and Jael Warner. Chi-Lan is my Asian best friend, she is from Laos, she has a really deep and dark brown hair that hangs to the middle of her back, she is short, a few inches shorter than me, which I find is cute, I can pick on her as much as I want. Jael ( JI EL) is my other best friend, her hair is a light brown and mixed with blonde. She is taller than the both of us, her eyes are an olive green and she is really nice. All three of us met in kindergarten and have stuck together ever since then, not once have we been apart. We do everything together and we even work together.
My parents died when I was probably about three months old. I don't even remember them, I didn't even know their names, and my foster parents refuse to tell me anything about them, sometimes I cry about it, but I know they must have been good parents. Sometimes I visualize what they look like. I see my dad with shaggy brown hair, kind of short, tall, blue eyes, and my mom, I can see her, long flowing natural blonde hair, curly, bouncy, oh and did I mention my hair is a dyed red, not natural, her eyes are a blue, and she is short, like me, I bet she had a perfect smile. I have never seen them; my foster parents didn't have any photos of them. And when I ask them about my parents at all, they just change the subject and refuse. I guess they must have been close, and it must bring a lot of pain for me to talk to them about my parents.
My foster parents adopted me when I was seven; I lived in a group home since my parents died. The group home wasn't all the pleasant, it smelt like rotten cheese and dirty socks, the walls were painted a really dull green, the floor was all wood, it was always dusty and dirty, no one cleaned it, we had other chores like ironing clothes, cleaning the fire place, cooking, well the cooking depending on the age, and we also had to clean the bathroom, and they were a mess, I was stuck with cleaning the attics. I actually didn't mind. I found lots of cool stuff in there, like vintage vases, watches, pictures, and even old TV's. I took an interest in that stuff real easy, I was always having to sneak the stuff into my room and examine it, I never had my own room, I shared it with three other girls, one of them being my best friend now - Chi-Lan. She moved in the home when she entered kindergarten, we were always close, and Jael always visited us. Her parents were good friends with the people who owned the group home.
When I was trying to sleep at nights, I heard a lot of noises, like scratches on the walls, footsteps on the stairs, jumping up and down, and screaming. I never got any sleep because I always checked it out, I never found anything, it was useless looking anymore, so I gave up, until I reached high school, that's when I got my first internship, I was a freshman and I applied for a field in investigating hauntings, the first place I had to investigate, well of course was my foster home, soon after my friends joined me in the work.
My foster parents, Lya Peterson, and Murray Peterson, they always supported me in my work, they loved the idea of me in the paranormal, and they always asked if I needed any help, they are so nice, I just wish they were my real parents. Lya, 34, is 5'8, brown short hair, and skinny, Murray, 46, 6'2, skinny, and almost bald. I know he is going bald fast, but that's what he gets when he dyes his hair almost every two months, I dye mine whenever I get tired of the colour, and that's not so much, I used this red for years now, I think it really suites me.
I work at a place with very friendly people, but I can't just make friends with them, it takes time. I love them all though, they are so nice and easy to get along with, I haven't known them for that long, I skipped tenth grade and went straight to eleventh, then senior, so I went to college and got out early, my friends followed a year after me, they were really jealous, but they still loved me. College was nice, the proffesers were some what mean, but I got used to it, they were only mean to the people who never paid attention in class, talk about supposed to be adults? More like ninth graders, what is the point in going to college if you aren't going to learn? I studied almost 24//7. I always Aced everything, never once, have a gotten a B, or anything lower, I know I sound like a nerd, but I'm really not, I just like to get things over with.