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Name: Cindy
Gender: Female
Why you want her: Chris (now renamed ''Cindy'' in my form) is indeed a
lovely Plumerian. I've been looking for readopts for a bit now, and Cindy caught
my eye. She has a stunning colour palette, and her design is on point. I currently
own 0 Plumerians, and Cindy was too beautiful to not try out for. So here I am
now, trying out for this beauty. I hope you enjoy my form, and best of luck to
everyone else who is entering for this babe.
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Cindy was always the odd one out from Kindergarten all the way to Grade 8. All the other kids that she was with at her school usually had a love for sports, books, toys, dancing and all that stuff. But Cindy had a love for designing. She would always be at her desk, sketching dress designs, usually with bright, cheery colours. She knew a few kids who liked to draw, but they weren't much of a designer like Cindy was. So from her two years of Kindergarten, Grade 1, Grade 2, Grade 3, Grade 4, Grade 5, Grade 6, Grade 7 and Grade 8, she was the one everyone used as "teasing material". High School wasn't all that bad, since there were a few other kids that liked designing.

So now, we'll go through the life of Cindy, all the way from Kindergarten to now, all written from Cindy's point of view.

Kindergarten
When I first saw the Kindergarten I was attending, I was sorta cool with it. But when my mom officially dropped me off, I started to bawl my eyes out. My Kindergarten teacher - Ms. Holly - ran up to me with a tissue. She gave me a tissue, and calmly looked at me. "Calm down, Cindy." She said, bringing me another tissue. She glanced around the room, looking for something. "What do you like to do, sweetie?" Ms. Holly asked me softly. "P..paper." I replied between sniffs. Ms. Holly looked confused for a slight second. "Ah. You like drawing?" She asked, bringing me a pencil and a paper. I shrugged, sat down and started to doodle some flowery dress designs. "Do that for a few minutes, Cindy. I'll go be welcoming the rest of the class." Ms. Holly said, gently patting my back before going in front of the class. "Why is that weirdo doing that?" I heard a kid say. I pretended to ignore them and continued to design the flower dress.

I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying for a bit, but Ms. Holly called me back. "Cindy! Why don't you join us now?" I started to burst into tears again, tears slithering slowly down my face. Ms. Holly sighed. "Come on, Cindy! Your mother wouldn't be happy if you sat around crying the whole time!" Ms. Holly said. I could tell that Ms. Holly had a hint of irritation in her voice, but I kept on crying. There were two tiny, small puddles of tears on either side of me, rippling each time a new tear fell onto it. Ms. Holly had to forcefully pick me up, and she sat me on a chair, next to where everyone was seating on the carpet on the ground, instead of a chair like mine. I was still crying a bit, but not as much as before.

The whole day was mainly introduction stuff, but I didn't really pay attention. I was mostly thinking about more designs to doodle, even if they were pretty ugly back then. Ms. Holly tried to include me with everything we did, but I ended up drifting off every time, thinking about designs.

When my mom came to pick me up, my face was red from all the crying. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" My mom asked. "She didn't really have a good day, you see. Cindy wanted to draw instead of pay attention." My teacher replied for me. Then my mom and Ms. Holly started to have a long conversation about my day. I didn't listen to anything else I was saying. My day was bad. I couldn't imagine going through this for two whole years.

For the rest of Kindergarten, I was usually teased or made fun of. I wanted to get it over with, but it seemed so far away. Everyday I'd basically beg my mom and dad not to let me go. Some days, I'd even pretend I was sick. But it never once worked. I was relieved on the days I was actually sick, since I didn't have to go to school.

When the end of Kindergarten came, I thought I was done for sure. But no. My dad said that I had another 8 grades to go through, then 4 grades in High School, then up to possibly 10 years in college. That didn't sound fun to me whatsoever. But here I come, world. And you better be prepared for me, since I was something back then, all right.


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Grades 1-6
First day of Grade 1. I didn't want it to end up like my first day of Kindergarten. I had a purple backpack, filled with crayons, pencils, erasers, and whatever you needed for first grade. I snuck in a few extra pieces of drawing paper in my backpack, in case our teacher didn't have paper that they'd let us draw on. When I first met my Grade 1 teacher, I admit I was a little intimidated. My teacher had small, thick glasses, a furious brow, and a stern face. Her hair was done up in a bun, and when she saw me she gave me a cold stare. I almost ran back to my mom when I saw her. But I stayed put, but I was trembling.

My Grade 1 teacher, Mrs. Roberts, was strict. She didn't allow us to draw on our free time. She said that instead, we had to read this weird book, talking about what we were currently studying. I would sometimes sneakily take out a piece of my paper and doodle on it. Mrs. Roberts would catch me doodling, though. She also only allowed one person to go to the bathroom at a time, even if we really, really, really had to go. On that first day, I remember a kid that accidentally peed in class because there was already a person out in the bathroom. I admit, I laughed, but Mrs. Roberts shut the whole class up.

Grade 1 was hard, but I made a friend. Her name was Emilia. She always had her long, brown hair in braids. Emilia liked writing poetry, which I found somewhat odd at the time. Emilia would call me Cinderella, since I did say it was my favourite fairytale at the time, and my name started off with the same first few letters. Cindy, Cinderella. I would call Emilia Sleeping Beauty since she would usually randomly fall asleep at times. If Emilia wasn't with me in first grade, I'd probably be calling Grade 1 torture. Mainly because of Mrs. Roberts.

Onto Grade 2. Emilia and I were in different classrooms this year. When I first found out that, I honestly almost started crying. Emilia was basically my only friend, and I was Emilia's only friend. We still hung out at recess, but it didn't feel the same. Our teacher for this grade noticed I enjoyed designing, so once and a while she would let me doodle if I was done my work early. I was a bit rusty at designing, since I barely did any last year, but I really did miss it. I tried making a dress design, inspired by Emilia's own taste in fashion. When I brought it outside for recess and showed the finished product to Emilia, she made some sorta frown. "You don't like it?" I asked softly. "I DO! It's beautiful!" Emilia replied a bit too quickly. I could tell Emilia was lying. "You're lying." I said, frowning. "I'm sorry Cindy. But I don't really like it much. Plus, designing is a waste of time." Emilia said. An angered face crept up onto me. "Well then, I don't like poetry that much!" I retort bitterly. Emilia backed up. Then walked away. That's how I lost my only friend.

Grade 3 came. I was seriously sad for my age. My only friend admitted that she didn't like my designs. And I don't think she ever did. Ever piece I showed to her, and she saw was great, she was lying. She was such a great friend. I had a male teacher for this year, though. His name was Mr. Davis. He would always have his guitar in the classroom, and would usually play it for us. I remember this one time, he let us try and playing it. One time, I asked Mr. Davis if my designs were "bad". "If you love designing, then none of your designs are bad. If you're passionate about it, then you're better than pop tarts." Mr. Davis would say. He would always say "better than pop tarts", since he had an obsession with them.

When Grade 4 arrived, I heard that Emilia moved, far away from this school. I felt a mixture of both mournfulness and victory. She used to be my only friend. We shared a strong bond. But I felt victory, remembering how she didn't exactly like my designs very much. I'm unsure how, but at the start of the year I made a friend. Her name was Alexis. We were like, the best of friends. We would do everything together. I remember that I was scared to say that I liked designing, since Emilia already rejected me as a friend, so I don't need another person to. Anyways, we would always do everything together. Alexis was a friend that I wish I always had. Our teacher for Grade 4 was all right. She wasn't overly nice, but wasn't too strict. Just your average teacher, I guess. If that's a thing.

Grade 5. Over the summer, I built up the courage to tell Alexis that I had a love for designing. But when I first came to Grade 5, she was gone. Alexis moved, like how Emilia moved. I almost cried. It was so sudden, too. She gave me no warning. I just got told by a random kid that Alexis moved. I was a bit irritated. So Alexis thinks she can tell another kid, but not her best friend? But I calmed down after a bit. Our teacher for this year said this was her first time teaching in a classroom. You could sorta tell, too. She would often forget things about what we were suppose to learn. She was nice, though. Her name was Mrs. Susan. She always had her hair up in a ponytail, and she'd decorate it with fancy barrettes and clips. I didn't do much designing last year since I was usually around Alexis and I didn't want Alexis to know I was someone who adored designing. But this year, if I didn't go a day without designing I'd probably give up on life. All my spare time was just designing. I loved designing, and I still do.

I was pumped for Grade 6. It was the last year before Middle School. But it wasn't so nice as I thought. Our teacher for this year, Mrs. Bell, was decent. But it was mainly my classmates. They started to tease me about my love for designing. I didn't even know what was wrong with designing anymore. My class were mainly sport fans, and thought my love for designing was weird, so they always taunted me about being the "one no one wants" in the future. I was too scared to tell Mrs. Bell about what they were doing, since I was downright scared that she'd get mad at me, just for liking designing. So I stayed quiet for the whole year.


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Grades 7-8
I was relieved when Middle School came. But Middle School was terrible. At this point in time, I actually made zero friends. I was scared that the whole Emilia scenario would happen again, or like what happened to Alexis. It was just my designs and I. I admit, in the first term of Grade 7, I was slacking off. I didn't do my work to the best of my abilities, and I just wasn't on my game. But when the first term report cards for Grade 7 came home, I finally realized how bad I was. My dad and mom gave me a long lecture about it, and all I did was sit in the corner, waiting for it to end. The second term was somewhat better, but still a bit... off. I regret slacking off now, but back then, I think I was too focused on my personal life than actual school work. And I bet you can guess what I did instead of schoolwork most of the time. Yes, yes. Designing.

Grade 8 was... horrible. They started to find out I was a designer. Almost ever girl in my grade were dancers, and found my designing passion ridiculous. They said it was "useless", "worthless", a "waste of time", you name it. This put me down a heck lot. So one day, in around May, I finally stood up for myself. A small group of girls were teasing me about my love for designing. "Hey, look! It design girl! Too bad she's probably never even going to have a life when she grows up." One of them pointed out, making the other girls in the group snicker. "Yeah, Cindy!" Another one spat, sticking her tongue out. "Immature freaks." I mumbled, leaning against my locker and scribbling some design ideas down on a piece of paper. "What's that?" The first one asked, snatching it out of my hands. "HEY!" I shouted. The first one put it up in the air, and tauntingly waved it. I jumped to get it, but she was too tall for me. She laughed in an evil manner and started to read my writing. "Wow. This is what you waste your time on?" She asked, crumbling the piece of paper and giving it to the smallest girl, which walked to the nearest trash can and let it fall in. "You know what?" I shouted, stepping forward. The room went silent. "I'm sick and tired of you guys saying my love for designing is a 'waste of time'. It's like saying your passion is a waste of time." I glared at all the girls in the small group. "You guys are real idiots if you think spending your time bullying me is fun. Because that's what you seem to like to do. And so it's a waste of time, and useless, worthless, ridiculous, and so much more." I snap bitterly. That's when I storm off, feeling satisfied when I didn't hear from them anymore.


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High School
OKAY. HONESTLY HERE. HIGH SCHOOL WAS A LITERAL DREAM. I thought it was going to be the same ol' people thinking my designing passion is terrible blah blah blah. But when I first went to high school, there were people who had the same love for designing as me. They had a designing club, and there were about 5 people in it. All but one became my friend. Coral, Sage, Iris and Cobalt. The other one never revealed their name to me. I don't think I ever seen their face either. They were usually busily working away, everyday. Their back turned to me, and grunting once and a while. All I know that it was a female. Anyways, I told them my story of how I was made fun of for my love of designing. Iris said she had a similar story to that. It just stopped when she reached Grade 5, since I guess they just gave up making fun of her at that grade. But no matter what had happened, we were all great friends. I remember one time we re-designed the school mascot, since it got explained to us that many called our mascot "bland". And voila, we had made a new and improved mascot.

At graduation, I was crying. I didn't want to leave all my friends. Coral, Sage, Iris, Cobalt. They were the ones that helped me learn that designing was great, and I should never be ashamed of it. At the end of graduation, when it was simply just refreshments, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and saw the other member of the design club turned around. Then, she turned around, and smiled. I was shocked. It was Alexis. It was her the whole time. And I didn't recognize her. "Why did you never tell me your love for designing?" She asked quietly. I shrugged. "But I never knew you liked designing." I replied. She smiled a bigger smile. "I guess the same to what happened to you. I guess I shouldn't really be asking you, if I was like that as well." She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Well, this is goodbye already." I say, feeling a tear slowly falling on my cheek and slither down my face. "Goodbye. I hope you remember me, designer."


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Now
As of right now, I'm in designing classes, and my life couldn't be better. Through everything I went through. All the good, all the bad. I feel proud. I still have a long way to go in life. I'll go on adventures, and meet new people. And remember this if I take a different path than others - "Just because my path is different, doesn't mean I'm lost". <3

Cindy has a number of other interests, besides designing, so she has made a list to share of her other interests! She didn't include designing because she thinks she had made it decently clear that she has a love for designing. Cindy also notes that these are in no particular order! It's just simply what came to her head first. She has also provided a description on why it's one of her interests. But besides all of that, on to the list!

Bicycling
I quite like bicycling. I got my first bike when I was around 6 years old, and I've been obsessed with riding a bike since. I currently own two bicycles I ride on daily. I ride around on them and find nice places to design, so I can get inspiration for my designs at the world around me. I have a few bad experiences with bicycling when I was younger, but I still love it.

Stargazing
It not only inspires me to make all sorts of designs, it's actually very relaxing and fun to do. When I was a child, my mom and dad would bring me camping sometimes, and I'd always stay up and stare at the night sky, making out several different constellations with my father. I do it sometimes as well, when I can't fall asleep. I'll just go outside and lay on the ground, and look at the stars that shine ever-so brightly.

Frisbees
I'm not much of a sporty person, but about a year ago, when one of my friends asked me to try out her new Frisbee with her, I then got obsessed with Frisbees and bought one a few days after my friend and I tried out her Frisbee. Although I'm not actually that good at tossing a Frisbee, it's actually fairly fun and I love seeing it roll on its side, then drop flat on the ground. My Frisbee I currently own is all white, and looks a lot like this, but with millions of scratches all over it.

Reading
I'm not really a bookworm, but I still enjoy reading. It's fun to get lost in the stories, to the point where you feel like you're in the story. I admit, when I was younger, I used to hate reading. But I learned to quite like it, now! Almost every night, I try to read a few chapters of my book. But if I get really intrigued, I'll read until I finish the book.

Foxes
I love foxes. Foxes are by far my favourite animal. I love their beautiful, scarlet red fur and their cute bushy tails. I have a few designs inspired by foxes, as well. They're pretty interesting too, actually! I also heard that foxes have brilliant hearing. I read somewhere that foxes can hear a watch ticking from 40 yards away! Wow!

I had a few art pieces that I couldn't seem to find a good spot on the rest of the tryout form, so I decided to make a little section, showing all the other pieces of art I made that I couldn't incorporate into this form!

This is now the end <3 I hope you enjoyed my form! I worked hard on it, and I'd be overjoyed if I could be the proud new owner of this beautiful Plumerian ^^ I'd really love to own a Plumerian, as I currently own none! And I feel in love with Cindy's design, and thought she'd be great for my first Plumerian ;o; Also, good luck to the other entrants! <3 Everyone's forms so far look amazing!

All coding, writing and art by me! All art can go to the future winner, if I don't win <3 The really font I used was from this amazing website. I don't really specifically what fonts I used, but I know for sure they were from that website.

Thank you for the chance to win this beautiful bab ! <3

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Please don't extend past the 29th as I will not have steady internet connection or a laptop, so I will not be able to continue improving my form. ;-;