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❝ You only live once, but if you live it right, once is all you need. ❞
>> ιт'ѕ α pleαѕυre тo мeeт yoυ.
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>> нι нaтer. κιss κιss ιll see yσu laтer.вasιc ιnғσ
ғull naмe: rachel ann klinger
nιcκnaмe: rach ; snowflake
prσnuncιaтισn: RAY-chel ann kl-in-ger
naмe мeanιng: rachel; innocent lamb
ann; gracious
klinger; clings to the broken
gender: female
age: nineteen
вιrтнday: november 20
вιrтн place: atlanta, georgia
Hello there. I've been told you want to do an interview with me? Ah, okay. But only this one time because I have a lot to do today. You want to know my full name? Stalker much? Just kidding. My full name is Rachel Ann Klinger. You don't know how to pernounce it? Er, let me see.... RAY-chel ann kl-in-ger. Got it? Moving on; My mother told me I was named after her sister, Rachel Sara Maloney, who died a month before I was born. I have to say that I love my name. It's alot better than what my father wanted to name me; Kaycee Jaymason Klinger. Yeah, I think I like Rachel Ann a bit better. But not everyone calls me Rachel. My family tends to call me Rach. Make's sense, right? Anyway, that's not my only nickname. My best friends call me Snowflake. How they got that nickname is actually a pretty long story. I'll give you the short version; at wintertime, my hair tends to look a lighter blonde than it actually is. And Sydnee, my old best friend, called me a 'snowflake.' And that's how I got the nickname. Um, let's see.... I'm a female, thanks for asking. I would say that I'm a bit offended, but everyone makes mistakes I guess. Live and learn. I'm nineteen years young. I just turned nineteen on November the twentith, so I've only been this age for a few months. I'm not looking forward to turning twenty anytime soon. I'm not ready to leave my teen years just yet... Where was I born? i was born in Atlanta, Georgia. But we didn't stay there long. A year after I was born, my family moved to the sunny state of California. And thank God they did! I love it here; the beach, the cute guys, the gorgeous weather. Yes, this is the life.
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>> wнen yσu lσσκ ιn тнe мιrrσr.appearance
нaιr вase: blonde
нaιr нιgнlιgнт: lighter brown
eye cσlσr: bright blue
weιgнт: one hundred twenty pounds
нιgнт: five foot six
тaттσσs: none
pιercιngs: ears
sтʏle: casual ; dressy
Now for the 'looks' portion of the interview, I'm guessing. So you want more in depth details about my appearance. Alright, sounds simple enough. Well, to start things off, in case you haven't noticed, my hair color is medium blonde with light brown highlights. When I was a baby girl up until I was five years old, my hair was a bleach blonde color. I have pictures, but I have to say I hated how it looked on me. The weird thing is when I was five and a half, my hair started falling out. My parents took me to the doctor, scared that something was wrong with me. The doctor didn't see any problems with me, no matter how many tests they did. She just told my parents to keep a close eye on me. So that's what they did. The first reason they thought I was losing my hair was because I was cutting it. So anything sharp they kept away from me. Even in kindergarden they told the teacher not to let me hold the sissors. But even after they were very careful, I still kept losing hair. A month later, I was completely bald. My mother then forced me to wear a wig, no matter how much I protested. The wig was an ugly thing; straight, thin, stringy beach blonde color mixed with chocolate highlights. Needless to say, I hated it. And I was bullied about it as well; the kids would call me names and rip my wig off of me repeatedly. It was a really upsetting event in my life. Thankfully, my luck started to change a few months from my seventh birthday. My hair had begun to grow back! Not in the same bleach blonde color, but in a medium blonde, almost dirty blonde color. It was an unexpected change, and my hair grew back almost immediately, which was a relief to me and my family. The doctors still don't know what caused my hair to fall out. I just hope it never happens again...
Sorry; I tend to ramble sometimes. My apologies. Moving away from my hair history, I guess I'll tell you about my eye color. As you can probably see, my eyes are a bright, light blue color. That's one feature about myself that I can't get enough of. I sound like such a girl when I say this, but I love my eyes. Which is why I tend to bring out my eye color by wearing make-up that makes them pop. My mother says my aunt Rachel had the same exact eye color. She showed me pictures, and it's strange how similar they are. But I'm glad I inherited them from her.
Don't you know never to ask a woman their weight? That doesn't get you any girlfriends; it gets you a deadly enemy. But since you've been so kind this entire interview I guess I'll tell you. I weigh a total of one hundred twenty pounds. Not too shabby for a five foot six girl, hm? Don't say it; I know you're wondering if I have any tattoos. At this moment, no. I have to say I'm too much of a chicken to go get one, I'm afraid. But I will tell you this; someone could probably talk me into getting one pretty easily. I've been wanting one for a long time anyway. As for piercings, only my ears. And that's probably the only piercings I'm going to put on my body. No belly button piercing, nose ring, tounge stud... That's not me.
As for my style, I'm between the sense of casual and dressy. My favorite things to wear; jeans. They're comfortable and practicly my favorite item of clothing. Red skinny jeans, blue skinny jeans, white skinny jeans, bootcut blue jeans... You name it, I wear it. Besides the fact that I love jeans, I also love cute shirts. Normally you won't see a plain t-shirt on me. I like adding that extra thing, like a scarf or maybe a belt. Anything to spice it up. Apart from casual, I also like wearing more dressy things. Like maybe I'll be in a dressy mood and put on a skirt with a cute top. It mainly depends on what mood I'm in that affects what I wear.
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>> everyσne нas a darκ sιdepersσnalιтy and нιsтσry
ғlaws: low self-esteem ; easily broken down
stubborn ; easily jealous
thinks too much ; oversensitive
ғears: being bullied; large crowds
sharks ; snakes
spiders ; being center of attention
being alone
lικes: chocolate ; red roses
swimming ; tennis
softball ; volleyball
imperfection ; reading
poems ; purple
laughing ; movies
cats ; dogs
shopping ; art
drawing ; cooking
playing piano ; music
sprite ; friends
love ; care
adventures ; brown eyes
traveling ; exercising
dιslικes: the dark ; sharks
being alone ; rap
snobs ; rude people
drugs ; ants
flies ; laziness
horror movies ; death
frowns ; unhappiness
uncleanliness ; unfairness
perfection ; fake flowers
almonds ; white cars
sκιlls: plays piano ; cooking
мιss lσved σnes: sydnee
Looks like we're done with the whole appearance thing. Now it's time for the part that really matters; what's inside. Yeah, that's what's important to me. Even if I'm told I look beautiful, hearing that I have an amazing personality is just as sweet, if not sweeter. Okay, let's move on from the sentimental things I just said, aha. To start out, I guess I have to say I can be a bit shy. You look a bit surprised; the reason why I've warmed up to you so quick is because I trust you. So why not tell someone you trust things about you? I think I got that shy persona from being bullied when I was little for the hair problem I had. Before that, my parents told me I was very bold and wasn't afraid of telling my feelings and speaking my mind. But after the insident, I grew a bit quieter. I've gotten better, thankfully, but I'm still one of those girls you might have not heard talk before. I don't start conversations; people have to start conversations with me. Mainly it's the feeling of embarassment, but also I get a bit nervous around people I don't know. But once you get warmed up to me, then you'll see that I actually love to joke around. It's something that's always been apart of me since I was in pre-k. I love the feelings of making someone smile or laugh; it gives me a sense of satisfaction and almost comfort. I also make a fool out of myself a lot more than I would like to admit. When around my friends, I'm not afraid to do things I normally wouldn't. For example, if my best friend and I are in Walmart, we'll play football in the isle, push each other around in a cart, or I'll put on all the sample cosmetics I can get my hands on for a good laugh. If I don't think about who's going to see me, then I can do it without being nervous or shy about it. Along with being a jokester, I've been told that I'm a sweet girl. 'You'd never hurt a fly,' people would tell me. And not to be too full of myself or anything, but I kinda agree. I hate hurting someone in some way, even if I was just kidding around about it. So I keep a smile on my face and my actions and words polite. I think being bullied has helped me with this, believe it or not. Another good quality about myself? I've been told I'm the one person someone can come to if they have a problem. I'll listen to their problem without cutting in, just letting them rant or cry on my shoulder. I have this part of me that I call 'sympathy.' I seem to put myself in their shoes and think about what I would do in their situation and how I would feel. That's how I give them adivice. I love helping people, so doing this one thing really keeps a smile on my face.
With every strength, there is double the flaws. And with me, I have a lot of those. For one thing, I'm very, very stubborn. I won't do anything I don't want to do. Period. You might as well just give it up if I tell you no. Because it will take everything you have and more to get me to do it. It's good when you're pressured into something like drugs or sex, but it's also a terrible trait to have as well. I sometimes hurt someone's feelings when they keep asking me and asking me, because I will blow up in their face, telling them to not ask me again. And my parents hate that trait about me. I will snap at them easily if they keep pushing me to do something. Like going to the dentist, for one. I hate the dentist, and I feel like I shouldn't have to go if I don't want to. Silly as it is, that's the one thing my parents would fight with me about. Another flaw of mine; my low self-esteem. It really brings me down; if someone tells me I'm ugly, even if they're joking, it hits me hard. It has to do with the fact I was bullied as a child and now. I've very sensitive about myself, so if you hold those comments in your head, I would really appreciate it. I also am very oversensitive. If someone says something upsetting or I watch something sad, I'll break down and start crying. I can't help it; that's just who I am. And I hate it. If someone cries, I cry. If someone's angry at me or yelling at me, I'll cry. Even if I see that ASPCA commercial for the hundredth time, I still cry. It's the one thing I can't stand about myself. And I guess I'll let you in on one last flaw: I'm easily jealous. Let's use an example; if I see a cute guy that I have a crush on, and a pretty girl starts talking to him, I get very jealous. And even if I easily forgive people, I still feel that jealous feeling whenever I'm around her. And I think what does she have that I doesn't? And that can lead me to do something stupid, like changing who I am and becoming a clone of that one girl. Plus, that can lead me to having trust issues with my best friends and boyfriend if they do something that lowers my trust down. Then as much as I hate to admit it, it takes a while to gain back my full trust. Leading me to feeling jealous if my best friend talks to a cute guy, or my boyfriend talks to a really pretty girl. So... Yeah.
So now for my fears. Yippy. Well, for one I hate sharks. I hate them with a burning passion. When I'm in the ocean, I'm always worried I'll get eaten by a shark. I think the cause of this is because I've watched Jaws and Shark Night too many times... Another fear I have is large crowds. This has to do with my slightly shy personality. Around large crowds, I immediately feel like a little kid again. I also feel very self-consious in large crowds, and it's just terrible. Plus, who wants to have everyone touching you and staring at you as you walk by? Deffinately not this blonde. Anyways, I'm also afraid of snakes. Yeah, the scalely, slimey, legless, discusting, evil creature. Get the point? One last fear of mine is being alone. I hate it; it's always creepy and unsettling.
So now for my skills; cooking and playing piano. It's as simple as that. My mother calls me a wiz in the kitchen. I can cook almost anything; pasta, desserts, chicken, turkey, cassarole, soups.... You name it, I can probably make it. Though with my mother being a perfessional cook, she says I still have a lot to learn. Not that I mind; I love cooking. It's alot of fun! And the guys seem to think it's great that I love cooking. As long as I'm cooking for them, that is. And truthfully, I do 'belong in the kitchen.' But if you say that to me in a matter-of-fact way, you might find a splash of poison in the next sandwich I make for you boys. But anyway, on to piano playing. Yes, yes; I do play piano. Not as much as I used to, but I still do sometimes. I learned when I was around fourteen; Sydnee got me into it. And I was hooked on it until around the age of eighteen when she died. Everytime I play, it makes me think of her. I guess that's why I quit so suddenly.
Who's Sydnee? Well, she was my best friend since Kindergarden. We did everything together; everyone would always say we were stuck together like glue and nothing could tear us apart. We were practiacly a package deal. I never went to a party without her at my side. If I was sick, she was always at my side, nursing me back to health. Then the next couple days, I was at her side while she vomited into the trash can. Always, I would open my mouth to say something, and then Sydnee seemed to say what I was thinking, and vice versa. She was my zebra; I was her giraffe. I loved that five foot one girl. But then, we made a mistake. I was sixteen at the time. We both were. While we were at a beach party, she was dancing with a guy who was almost five years older than her. But I didn't think anything of it. It was just supposed to be fun. I never suspected the guy would rape her and dumb her body in the river... I still believe it's my fault for her death. And I never have forgiven myself. I have a necklace she gave to me for my fifteenth birthday. You'll always find it around my neck; I never take it off.
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>> we are ғaмιly.ғaмιly
мσтнer: samantha ray klinger
ғaтнer: joshua "josh" matthew klinger
вrσтнers: william "will" brian klinger; younger brother
jaymason kael klinger; younger brother
mark thomas klinger; older brother
sιsтers: draya rose klinger; younger sister
mia bell klinger; younger sister
shelbi dawn klinger; younger sister
sιвlιngs: one older ; five younger
Can we move on to better days? Like my family, for example. I have alot of family members, so bare with me. Let's start off with someone simple; my parents. My father's name is Joshua Matthew Klinger, though he likes to be called Josh. He's a fairly handsome man, with dark brown hair and sharp, chocolate light brown eyes. He looks young for his age, though he has so many children. He's a successful lawyer; one of the most successful in the state. I'm proud of him, but he's almost never home. He takes alot of buisness trips around the country, so I don't get to see him as much as I'd like to. But someone I am very close to is my mother. Her full name is Samantha Ray Klinger. Unlike many people, she doesn't have a nickname and doesn't desire to have one. She just likes to be called Samantha. I sometimes call her Sam, but she always tells me 'Sam is meant to be a boy's name.' So unless I want to hear that everytime I say her name, I'll stick with Samantha. Now she wasn't always a Klinger; her maiden name is Smith. Pretty uncommon, hm? Anyway, like I've said before, she is a perfessional chef. She works at a five star resteraunt with a name that I can't pernounce. She teaches me how to cook all the time, and it seems as if she's passed the cooking genes down to me.
Now on to my sibblings. Here's the thing; I have six sibblings. Yes. Six. One is older than me, and that means five are younger than me. I have three brothers and three sisters. I guess you could say my life is never boring. Let's start off naming my brothers. The first one is the only one in the house that is older than me; Mark Thomas Klinger. He's twenty one years old, going on to be twenty two in a couple months. He's in college at the moment, wanting to be a mechanic. He's like a big kid; he never did grow up. He's still a bit childish, but it's what i love about him. He has what would be called Justin Bieber hair. It's sharp and dark like dad's, and he always does the 'flip.' It's always been that way thought, even before Justin Bieber was discovered. So we like to call it the Mark Klinger hair instead. Now on to my next brother named William Brian Klinger. Everyone calls him Will because he hates the name William. He says it sounds too proper. Will is eighteen years old and is known as the rebel child in the family. He has piercings and tattoos on his body. He has a good build and is into football. I have to admit that he's handsome, even if he is my brother. He has dirty blonde hair and is pretty tall: He's around five foot ten and has been since he was sixteen. Like I've previously said, he has tattoos; one on his left arm and one on his chest. The one on his upper arm is his girlfriend's name is Arabic, and the one on his chest is a star. Yes, he was dared to get the star. And being the idiot he is, he did it. Anyway, now for my last brother; Jaymason Kael Klinger. He's four years old and is Shelbi's twin. He is very shy and quiet, almost never saying a word. Though his dark blue eyes are almost mezmorizing, and we joke he's going to be a 'chick magnet' when he's older.
I promise that's all the brother I have, though with my parents, you never know. My mother could randomly get pregnant at any time, aha. Anyway, now on for my lovely sisters. The first one I'll talk about is Draya Rose Klinger. Now Draya is a very, very pretty girl; she has the lovely body and the pretty face that makes the guys fall for her. And she has the guys wrapped around her little finger. Being fifteen years old, I have to say I'm kinda jealous of her looks. She has long, tan legs and dirty blonde hair that curls at the tips. I love Draya to death, but the one thing I can't stand about her is her snootiness. She is a snob and is one of those girls that you hate seeing around school. The one who steals your boyfriend, who intimidates you. And the one who can ruin your day in a flash. Yeah, she drives me nuts. And not to be mean, but I suspect she's going to be pregnant any time now by how many guys she sneaks into her room. Changing the subject now to my other little sister, and Jaymason's twin, Shelbi Dawn Klinger. Let me say this; she's the cutest little thing I've ever laid eyes on. She has large, bright brown eyes that have flecks of hazel surrounding the iris. Her eyes, like me, are her most dominate feature. Even if she is cute, she is the complete opposite of Jaymason. She's loud, giggly, and the troublemaker. Just last week she stole make-up from Draya. Let's just say she took alot of baths that night... Anyway, she has long brown hair with natural blonde highlights that compliment her features. She looks alot like my mother, and is 'Mommy's Little Angel.' And now for the youngest member of the family; Mia Bell Klinger. Now Mia was very unexpected; my parents weren't going to have anymore kids, but then Samantha got pregnant with the now one year old Mia. At first, she wasn't very happy about it. But after a while, she started getting accostomed to the child and loved her like she loved her older children. And nine months later, Mia was born. Now Mia is my little sweetheart; she has bright blue eyes just like mine, and she has a very cute face. She's my weakness, and I have to say she's my little angel.
So here's the order from oldest to youngest: Mark, me, Will, Draya, Shelbi, Jaymason, and little Mia.
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>> as lσng as yσu lσve мe.relaтιonѕнιpѕ
crusн: none
secreт crusн: none
вσyғrιend: none
secreт вσyғrιend: none
cнιldren: none
ғιancé: none
мarrιed: no
sexual σrιenтaтισn: straight
Right now, my love life is as boring as can be. I have no crush, no boyfriend, and I'm deffinately not married. But if anyone wants to change that, just make sure it's a guy. Sorry ladies.
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