Post by druantia isabella murray on Aug 24, 2010 22:24:59 GMT
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DRUANTIA ISABELLE MURRAY ,,
drew. seventeen. sixth former. straight. selena gomez.
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"i am a artistic person. all my favorite classes have something to do with the arts. i also like to hang out with my friends, and go see movies. i kind of hate my parents, but my siblings are cool. i also hate school, and most of the people there. and i especially hate people who lie and gossip. oh... and i have to say drugs are stupid. i am not good at telling my parents what i want for myself. and i totally kick ass at pissing my 'rents off."
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"my family is a really rich family. i am the last if five kids. and it goes eldest son then eldest daughter, they where born a few years apart. then me and my two older triplets, where born, boy first then my identical twin and lastly me. growing up we where always busy doing something, so we did not notice we hardly ever saw out parents. as we got older the family fell into there cookie cutter places. the prefaced eldest child, the fake middle child, the jock suck-up youngest son, the the popular cheerleader girl, and the artsy disappointment... that was... is me. though i have never really done anything bad, like drink or do drugs, my parents think i will be that child. so all the c's i get in bio are because i am a fuck up and all that shit."
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"my family moved here when i was seven. my parents grow up here so they thought it was best for the family."
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"well like i said i moved here when i was seven. i have four siblings and i am the youngest. my parents have a large company that my grandfather started. making money is everything to my family, so it is no surprise that i have nothing in common with my parents. my childhood was filled with me and my siblings being dragged off to some class that was supposed to make use more well rounded individuals... it just make me hate most instruments and ball room dancing. i had a few friends growing up but once i hit middle school, where how much money you have starts to mean something, i stopped hanging out with most people. now in my last year of high school i am looking to move as far away from my family as possible."
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so hey! i'm [izzymae] and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [nineteen].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [two ] years.
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [nineteen].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [two ] years.
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Wendla stirred from her sleep as a cool breeze wafted over her. “Hmmm, Mama, did you leave the window open?”
Wendla turned onto her other side, feeling the wall agents her nose as she did so. She had been in the middle of a wonderful dream, but now that she was waking up, her happy feeling drifted away with the memory of the dream.
In this hazy state between sleep and consciousness, Wendla finally noticed the hot sun beating down on her back. Opening her eyes and turning on her back, she noticed a tall pole in the middle of the floor. It was taller than the steeple of her church. She shot up in shock finally noticing she was not in her room any more.
Wendla instantly regretted this action as all her blood rushed out of her head. “Mama!” she exclaimed. This was not her room; this was not anywhere she knew. “Mama, where are you?” Her fear increased as nausea kicked in. For the last week or so, it had been like clock work, unlike her menstrual cicely.
Wendla quickly stood up, ignored her headache, leaned over the ledge she had been sleeping agents, and hoped to god no one was below her. She purged her body hopefully for the last time of what ever was left from last night’s dinner, which was when she saw the dark blue obis of water that was on the other side of the ledge.
Wendla turned onto her other side, feeling the wall agents her nose as she did so. She had been in the middle of a wonderful dream, but now that she was waking up, her happy feeling drifted away with the memory of the dream.
In this hazy state between sleep and consciousness, Wendla finally noticed the hot sun beating down on her back. Opening her eyes and turning on her back, she noticed a tall pole in the middle of the floor. It was taller than the steeple of her church. She shot up in shock finally noticing she was not in her room any more.
Wendla instantly regretted this action as all her blood rushed out of her head. “Mama!” she exclaimed. This was not her room; this was not anywhere she knew. “Mama, where are you?” Her fear increased as nausea kicked in. For the last week or so, it had been like clock work, unlike her menstrual cicely.
Wendla quickly stood up, ignored her headache, leaned over the ledge she had been sleeping agents, and hoped to god no one was below her. She purged her body hopefully for the last time of what ever was left from last night’s dinner, which was when she saw the dark blue obis of water that was on the other side of the ledge.
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