'' Well as you can see my name is Arial, yep, well there is a long story about how my name came to be and how it affected me in a way I thought a name never could.. but it did... When I was born I was supposed to be called Arabella- which in my opinion is a jacked up name... Arial used to be a very common boys name and my parents were morbidly hoping for a boy and when I was announced they were not so happy; of course they love me its just they were hoping for a boy because of their apparent higher status and working rate... But I work hard to be my own person even in the world we live in today, to me individuality is key to survival... My parents are both strong christians and my name comes from the bible; Arial is another name used for Jerusalem in the bible-
"My name is Arial Arabella Briars, pleasure."
Isaiah 29:1 - Ho Ariel, Ariel, the city where David encamped! Add year to year; let the feasts run their round.
My name is also part of lots of rebellious groupings, of course my parents never intended for this to happen but inside I find this my own little revenge... Its actually really sad... It also means lion.... But anyway I will get onto my story now; when I was born I was born into wealth and happiness, I obtained what I wanted as long as I behaved prim and proper... Anyway one day we were at the zoo and a lion came right up to the bars of the cage and tried to stick its nose through the grates in the chain fencing- I stuck my hand out and it nuzzled it through the railings... Its actually I cute story, so I was named after the lion- which I actually don't mind... If you are too lazy to say my whole first name which is only 3 syllabubs and 5 letters you can call me Air or Ari, I frankly don't care... A warning though please refrain from calling me from my second name I despise it... I may be a part of the Briars family but in no way do I intend to remind... I am currently 17 years of age, although I am still under my family jurisdiction I have all the plans to leave and travel elsewhere on my 18th birthday... I am most defiantly female, I will have to associations with anyone that implies that I am of the other gender thank you! I had enough when I was young and my mother used to tell Farther how she missed I was of Male gender.
Hmmm, well we shall start with my most..well most...weird? feature... Anyway my hair.
"In my honest opinion, I'm very different..."
Get over it guys, I mean it's only a hair colour, anyway my hair is red and I like it that way. As for my natural colour that would be blonde.. I don't like my blonde hair though so I died it, simple as chease. Anyway apart from the colour there is also the length, my hair tends to sit below my sholders. When I wake up in the morning my hair is in almost ringlets; this is a very normal occurence for me. If it is in that state I often just leave it, other-wise I straighten it with my hair straightners, this is also normal.. My eyes are a very deep baby blue, they stand out and clash with my hair, I like the effect it gives people. I also like to laugh when I'm in public places and people do double takes, it's just classic! My skin is of a pale complextion, I don't tan easly witch is a shame... My clothes are well... Well they are slightly nauseating, I am forced to wear dresses and skirts when I only wan't to wear shorts and trousers, but I guess thats what you have to deal with when you are in the height of luxury, and I guess that will how it will stay!
It's hard to describe your own personality, because no one can see objectively -especially when it comes to themselves. But, you asked, so I'm kind of obliged to tell you, aren't I? For starters, people have long called me 'spirited'. Exactly what that encompasses, I don't quite know, but I'm sure of the fact that I'm a bit of a handful. I'm really enthusastic about the things I love, to the point that my swim coach has told me that I 'have a passion for what I do that can be rivalled by few'. He doesn't give out compliments often, so I'm quite flattered. But, I guess what he says is true. I do get up at 4:30 in the morning some days to go swimming, and that certainly takes drive. At school events, I'm always one of the loudest, cheering and waving signs from the bleachers (I'm pretty much incapable at any sports aside from swimming and running). Admittedly, I do have a bit of a sarcastic streak -but I blame that on my parents. I was raised in a household where sarcasm was the highest form of humour. Learn to wield it well, or have a lot of trouble communicating with your family. My teachers in grade school didn't like it so much, though, and it rialled my friends on occasion.
"People describe me as weird."
People call me smart, but I'm not so sure of that fact. At my grade school, I was regalled as a sort of genius; straight A's, aced tests... People became quite envious. But, what many of them didn't seem to understand was that I'm not that smart. There are different kinds of 'smart' -street smart, book smart, all that. I'm only really book-smart, because I read avidly. I'm not very skilled in talking to other people -I have this kind of tangible social awkwardness, and I avoid strangers at all costs. It takes a long time to make friends, because I'm really shy around people I don't know. I only open up with the ones I care about. As for street smarts... Heh. I am directionally-challenged, and have very little common-sense when it comes to real-life situations. I once got lost on my way home. So, really, I'm not that smart. I don't like it when people think I'm more than I am -which basically everyone does. My parents expect me to be their wonderful genius child, and my friends look up to me with an almot reverential awe. I hate it, sometimes. Don't be one of those people -see me for how I really am.
When I was younger, I had my heart set on becoming either a writer or a doctor -someone with the capability to change lives. My goal hasn't shifted since then. I still want to be someone who can change the world for the better -I'm just not exactly sure how anymore. If you have any suggestions, feel free to give them. My dad is really starting to get on my case now, always talking about my 'plans for the future'. It can get a tad annoying.
I think that, at heart, I'm a quiet person. One who would rather curl up in a chair with a good book than exchange banter with other people. Not to say I don't like that -because I do- it's just I prefer the other alternative a bit more. There's something comforting about silence -the sort where the only noises are the rasp of paper on paper as the page is turned, and the world is so empty that you're sucked into another -that of the novel. Heh, sorry about that. I tend to wax poetic when it comes to books. I prefer them to TV -though I'm never against a good crime show.
Curiousity is another of the gifts (or curses?) I've been endowed with. It certainly explains my affinity for reading -that insaitiable hunger for knowledge that drives me forwards. I love learning new things. It often got me into trouble when I was younger -sneaking around, doing things I shouldn't be, listening in on conversations...
I've always been a bit of a non-conformist. Maybe that's the root of everything. In a world where books have been replaced by television, I read books. In a time when being cool is being apathetic, I am a bubbling pit of enthusiasm. Maybe that's my problem. I don't want to change who I am to conform to current fads. I want to be me, but that comes at a cost. I am constantly aware of the looks people shoot me sometimes. It's almost as if there's a sign above my head, pointing out in flashing neon letters that I am different. Well, technically, everyone's different, but most people are better at hiding it. Or, maybe, it's just that I don't really want to. I don't know.
I really don't.
I don't know who I am, at heart."le.
"In the past, my life was simple and quaint."
Well on 17th December 1995 Arial was born, yep that's me! My Mother and Farther were rich so thus I was born into a rich houshold with everything a child could ever want... EVER! Shame I only got to play up to the age of 2. When I turned 2 years old my life gold turned upside down- I wen't from being the little kid with the amazing blonde curls to the child that would be the ruining of the family... Well anyway at the age of 2 my parent5s decided I was too old for baby toys and took them all away from me; they left only barbies and teddies. See little Arial didn't like that at all, she didn't like the barbies or teddies and wanted her old things back. At such a young age Arial didn't know what she had done wrong, she thought that she had been bad because she had everything ripped away so suddenly and painfully. But she grew up- I grew up. As I grew up I started to learn that if you want anything you do it yourself... You work hard, Work fast and evidently in the end Lie to your best ability....
'Where have you been Arial?' ' I've been to the market.' - Lie!
''Who have you been with?' 'I've been alone!' -Lie!
You see you get nowhere without telling a couple of lie's, I am certainly not the sucker that I used to be when it comes to my family that's for sure. In my family there is Mother, she married in the wealth that Farther had already obtained, she is just bruding to get more money and craves attention from the fellow Mum's. My Farther on the other hand is Jolly and Cheerful and always looks on the bright side; I love him but I never see him... He is always working and never has time. When I was little he played the Farther role perfect, he used to play and tease me and I grew up happily... So nothing really happened when I was little....
Yep, it's me again- last time I wrote- I wrote about how quiet my perfect life was and how normal I was. Well my life is not normal- far from it. I'm rich no hiding that one- I am papered and prissed and have to work my ass of to keep the family name high. I have to work hard to keep my name in 'lights' and stay on top keeping my head out of the clouds when you are so high up causes great difficulty... On top of this I have to keep my image around town- lots of the other rich children already think I am beneath them because of my hair colour! Stupid people! I had a best freind his name was Kevin- my parents met his and told me I wasn't to talk to him anymore... I had to listen... I feel so eshamed to be me sometimes it's like me against the world- I don't fit in with the rest of the rich they are too arrogant! I have so many enemies lately because of my inheritance people just hate me, they don't bother to find out the real me! The real me likes to play my guitar and sing when nobodys watching, laugh about things I overhear yesterday! I'm the girl that everybody thinks sits in my room like a freak all day but I don't. I do scurry into my room after school because I wont to avoid everybody. Once I get there I dance and laugh and jump- Its because its my only release of energy... My family is still just me my mum and dad because in rich familys it easlier if there is only one kid because then they do not split the money- of corse I still have to add to the fortune as well. Acording to my parents I have to marry soon and only have one kid... But the saddest thing of all is my love life. I'm not alloud to date. Or kiss. Or do anything with guys because I have to withhold my purity... I've been crushing for a long time but I'm just to weird for anyone to love...
"I'd say my life right now is pretty hectic."
"And there's me. That's really all there is to it. Pretty disturbing, huh?"
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