Character Creation (First Fabulous Friday)

It was just out of my reach.
I couldn't reach it; it was so close, though, I could almost taste success in my mouth!
I couldn't do it. I was a failure, a loser, a pathetic excuse for a human. I had been sent on a mission, and I had failed. Someone else would be sent after me--they would prevail, and I would be lost from history, not even worth a sentence of remembrance.
How had it come to this?
Life had started out so... good. Success at every turn, working my way up in the world--I'm smart, I have common sense. I never fail.
An emptiness filled my gut more effectively than concrete mix. I would return empty-handed. I gazed longingly at my goal.
"Excuse me miss... Do you want me to get that for you?" He stood there innocently, in all his over-six-feet-tall glory. Tall, good-looking, and with god-like proportions.
I decided I hated him.
I narrowed my eyes and coldly muttered, "No, thank-you." I gave him a look that would toast paint off the wall. He edged by, realizing he had narrowly escaped death. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him skirt around the corner and out of sight.
No. I didn't need help.
I returned my attention to the goal--keep the eye on the goal. This was it. My famous last stand. Do or die.
My muscles strained and cramped as I tip-toed my fingers up the wall, inch by inch... Just a little more...
To hell with this.
I gave a little hop, my arm stretched all the way up--and I snagged it, yanking the long-sought prize from the top shelf. Victory!
Mom would be so pleased that I'd been able to find the multi-grain cereal she likes the best.