-------first name:;------------------
"My names Alice. I can tell you its from the old French name Aalis, a short form of Adelais.. Or at least thats what my mother told me. She said this the reason she picked this name was for me, was because she had just read "Alice in Wonderland" and she couldnt put the book down. She simply loved the character Alice, and the name grew on her.
-------middle name:;---------------
My middle names.. Félix.. Yeah, I know its a boy name, laugh all you want. My friends have, they tease me about it constantly.. Anyway, My parents said they picked it for me because it was french as well as my first name, and seemed to have a nice sound to it.
But im almost positive my father wished I was a boy, and the middle name was as close as he was going to get.
---------Surname:;-----------------
Caverly. I never really found out the meaning or origin or anything behind it.. To be honest i've always been curious.
Maybe i'll remember and ask my parents some day when i get home. i have the feeling they wouldnt know either though..
---------age:;-------------------------
"At the moment, im 17."
--------gender:;----------------------
"female."
-------sexual orientation:;----------
"straight, heterosexual whatever you want to call it."
"I guess My natural hair colour is a dirty blonde... I always hated it. I thought it kinda looked like a mousey-blonde color.. But it runs in the family, so what can you do? Anyway, luckily enough, all the time i spend out on the beach and in the sun, it has grown to become a light streaked blonde, now its more like how it was was i was just a kid. I love it like that, maybe because it reminds me of my childhood?
------weight:;-----------------
"Um... I think 120?"
------Height:;------------------
"5'7, hopefully thats not too tall for any boys.."
------eye colour:;--------------
My eyes are known to be nothing special. In fluorescent lighting, they're light grey-blue, just like my mothers. Only in sunlight do they become a deeper more mysterious blue, with occasional specks of gold here and there that reflect the sunlight, my own little treasure i guess you could say.
--------Appearance:;------------
Although there is one consequence about being in the sun hours a day..My summer freckles formed, and when they come, they come bold and covering every inch of my face, absorbing every ray of sun that hits my face. (Mostly the reason why my face never tans, while the rest of my body gets a nice dark bronzed glow to it.)
I like to think that i have an okay body. Nothing major wrong with it. I guess I like my legs, i've been told theyre long.. My wait has no curves though. The body of a little boy... Im still hoping that maybe it might change (Hah, no chance) But you never know.
My feet are unusually large.. I try to hide them, keep them unnoticed but I get the occasional "What the hell.. You're feet are huge!"
I try to nod and change the subject, but they've always been a bit of an embarrassment to me.
My nails are extremely small, maybe even nonexistent. Probably because i have the nervous happen to bit my fingernails and twist my figures anxiously when i get nervous (always).
I have a tattoo.. the numbers
"08.09.92.
11.01.95.
08.08.99."
On the back of my neck. I know they dont look like much, but its a representation for the death of my brother, who died in the military several years back. I was incredibly close with him... and I miss him every and each day. I dont think you would understand what the numbers meant if i tried to explain, it was just something for me and him.
" My personality? Well, i know i get everything i want. No, im not spoiled. Just clever. I know exactly how to get things, if it involves a bit of flirting, or sucking up.. I have all the techniques that im not willing to tell. I remember this one time, I went to an amusement park and i was able to get me and my friends a full day of rides.. I wont say much, except that I just know what i want and i definitely know how to get it.
I have a fear of commitment. The details are in my past.. believe me. It had to with this guy and this bed and this dance.. But I wont get into the details. Not yet.
No, im not one of those girls who has only ever kissed one guy. I've had my hookups and parties, but when i mean hookups, i mean making out. Kissing. Whatver you want to call it... So yes, i still have my virginity at least.
Anyway, yeah ive had hookups at parties, although i never really see the point, so i dont do it very often. I feel as though that when you feel sparks, and you get butterflies in your stomach.. And when you get the feeling that you never want to let that person go, just keep them by your side forever.. Thats when you should kiss someone.. And yes, I know i've gone against my rule, but to keep my reputation up.. I don't want everyone to think that im some stuck-up bitch who thinks shes too good for every boy out there.. Because im not! I just havent found the right Mr. Right yet.
Oh right.. Im definitely a party girl. I admit a couple times ive gone a bit out of control... But y'know, everyone does, who hasn't? Anyway, i love to just get out there and dance with my friends, it makes me feel like im the only one out there, and everyone else has stopped. I just feel like im having the time of my life, just me and the music.
To be honest, i know im intelligent. I don't just float through life, getting great grades. No. I work my butt off to get the best grades that I can achieve. I try to do my best.. So I can a good scholarship, and get out of this country and back to Australia as fast as possible. Maybe i want to backpack around Europe. Or Africa.
I love to paint. Painting is my passion for sure. It's how i can escape from everything, without running away. It's the only way I know how. It expresses things that words can't explain, and it makes people feel stronger emotions.
I've been drawing ever since I can remember. Even if it just one of those colour-in books that you every day average kid had.
And... Thats about it. That's all I can think of off the top of my head.
-----likes---------------
"oil painting..
And I love water color painting,
charcoal drawing as well.
boys, obviously.
The occasional drink... I gotta let loose sometimes.
surfing-im not saying im good at it, im just saying its something i like to do. y'know?
summer, i love those warm days where you just let you hair fly loose and run to the beach in just a bikini and shorts.
Tea.. Anyone who knows me knows im obsessed. Especially during winter time.
Writing, I dont write as often as I paint, but im okay at it, i think."
-----dislikes-------------
insects- I mean, who does? I loved them when i was a kid, i'd make little farms and hotels and everything for them.. I did that for crabs too. At the beach I mean. building a crab castle wasnt out of the ordinary for me.
But no.. Bees sting, bugs fly in your face, they bite, they're just plain annoying.
dancing isnt my best talent. My mother signed me up for dance lessons from when i was 8-12, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt get the perfect dancing princess daughter she always wanted.. I wish I could dance though. I find them extremely beautiful and graceful, and i have to admit, the skill comes in handy.
Baking and cooking, ive tried a couple times, and failed. miserably. Im taking cooking courses as soon as I graduate and have free time..
"I guess you could say i have an average, customary teenager life. Just my past, is something i dont love talking about.
I was born on June 16th, 1996. Maybe thats the reason im such a beach girl hey?
Anyway, i grew up in a small town in australia, my family wasnt wealthy.. Or even very classy for that matter. But, i have to admit, i was extremely happy. My childhood was basically the sun beating down on my overly joyful too-happy of a family, just me, my brother, (who was 6 years older than me) and my mom and my dad, who had been happily in love since '93. I remember we would go on outings everyday.. the Beach, the Zoo, the Aquarium, horseback riding, camping, fishing, you name we did it. As a family, and everyone loved each other dearly.
I have to admit, i had a good life. A tremendous, wonderful life.. Until we moved to the states. California, if you want me to be exact. To be completely honest, i cant exactly remember why we moved, my dads business maybe? or a fresh start? All i know is that it was the biggest mistake that my parents had made for me. I dont know if i'll ever begin to start forgiving my parents for what they started..
It all started a couple years after i got into my new high school, i think i was just turning 16. It was about a year and a half ago, i believe.
I had walked down the hall, searching for one my classes... When someone caught my eye. Yes, I know, cheesy, but i swear it did happen. We gazed at each other for a couple seconds, i was in complete awe. I remember how fast my heart started to beat when he started walking over to me.. He introduced himself. name's Aidan he said with a wink.
i remember swooning for a couple seconds, before coming to my senses and shakily laughing off my staring.
You know, it was at that moment that i saw him, that i thought maybe i could love him.
Things escalated quickly. Ill tell you the story..
It's hard to talk about. I try to forget about it, but its something that ive never even told my parents. Or anyone, for that matter.
It such a cliche, you know? Small-town girl goes off too a new school, meets a handsome senior, who's also president of his grade.
He's popular, and rich and charming, and i was awed that he could be interested in someone like me.
He treated me like i was something special, i knew that that the other girls were jealous of me, and i began to feel special.
I agreed to go to the Spring formal with him, ignoring the other girl's whispers telling me i didnt know what i was getting myself into, what kind of guy he was.
What i didnt realize is that hes the type of guy who carves a notch into hes bed frame, to count every single girl hes had.
Against the better judgement of my friends, i went to the dance with him.
When i asked, he happily brought me a water, but when i drank it i began to feel woozy.
When i started to have trouble walking, he charmingly offered to bring me back to a hotel room to rest. I agreed happily.
When we get to the hotel room i sit down. My vision is blurry. My head is aching, i cant make sense of what's happening around me.
The next thing i know, he's on top of me, kissing me, i have no control and the room is spinning.
I try to push him off. He's to heavy. I try to talk, but my mouth is too dry.
i keep struggling, my dress gets torn.. his breathing gets heavy, i can feel myself slowly losing consciousness.. I dont know what would have happened if some friends hadnt walked in that second.
Aidan sat up for a second, and at that instant, i grabbed my purse and dashed out of the room, mascara streaming down my face.
Sometimes i wonder if his goal was just to carve another notch into his bed frame with my name..
A couple years before that, my brother joined the military.
I must have been around 13? All I remember is desperately not wanting him to go.. i had a vague idea of what war was like, but the little that i knew, it wasnt good. People died, and people fought.
I knew that when a penny is dropped in a fountain, the wish is always "world peace"
So i knew it couldnt have been a happy, college camp like my brother and parents described.
Maybe if they had told me the truth, then maybe hearing about my brother's death wouldnt been as much as a shock, as it still is today..
People tell me to move on, to forget. But I dont want to forget him, I loved him, and i still do. I want to remember all the good memories that i had with him, and I want to miss him.
His death was a huge impact on my family. My mother was shocked at first, but then almost immediately broke down and cried. For days. She would sit alone, doing nothing except sitting in bed all day, looking at the wall.
My father explained to me that she was becoming depressed, which i tried to understand.
When my father heard the news, he was angry. furious. I remember him punching the wall with all his force, and a big hole replaced the plaster. His fist was bloody, and his face red and full of rage.
To be honest, after my brother's death, i was mute for a certain period of time.
Mustve been a year maybe, until I finally cracked and broke down and cried.
My father and mother look years past their age. They seem to have lived a sleepless life, and their lives are full of a routine.
Wakeup, eat. Job, eat. Sleep.
I know they arent past his death yet, as neither am i.
I know that since my brothers death, since my first boyfriend, i haven't been the same. I don't believe in love. I haven't dated since then. I believe that every guy is willing to do whatever it takes.. To get what they want. I desperately wished[/center] that my parents had stayed in Australia.. Then maybe things would be different. Maybe i would be happy. Sure, i go out with my friends, i slap a big smile on my face and laugh and dance, but i know deep down its dark, and sometimes i feel as though im going to erupt from keeping everything in so long."
"Caucasian"
----religion:;-------------
"Catholic. My whole family is, and i was raised into it. I feel you love the religion more if it's your choice.. But i have no complaints, I generally try to follow the rules."
----nationality:;-----------
"Australian. Born and raised until i was 9, then came out to the States. My accent is mostly gone, but at times you can still here it"
----My mother:;------------
Julie Anne Caverly. Shes a normal height, have her grey-blue eyes and her cheeckbones. She was a lovely mother, caring and supporting and always there when i needed her. She loves me more then anything else, but i have to admit the death of Simon almost killed her."
----My father:;----------------
"Steven Carson Caverly. My father is tall, well built, and extremely strict. I sometimes feel like he always seems to be dissapointed in me, like i have never lived up to my true potential.. I hope thats not true. i know he's wrong, I just think he doesnt know me as well as he thinks."
----My brother:;---------------
"Simon Gray Caverly. The best man I knew. Simon had such potential.. But I know he wanted to prove to everyone that he was a true american, and that he loved his country as much as anyone else.
He told me that a big part of the reason he left was to find himself.. Simon's life had no direction, and he didnt know what to do.
At the time, joining the military seemed like a sensible thing to do.
I just wish he never had, because at the young age of 20, Simon was shot dead
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