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ＹＯＵＲ ＯＮＬＹ ＹＯＵＮＧ ＯＮＣＥ， ＹＡ ＫＮＯＷ？

I used to think that I was better alone
Why did I ever wanna let you go?
Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea
The words you whispered I will always believe
I want you to Rock Me.

{ blue - nineteen - the sarcastic one }

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- - - - - - Ｌittle brat must be crazy

full name: blue katherine ross
nicknames: blue, just blue.
gender: female
age: nineteen years old.

- - - - - - Ｇot a dream, got a spark

weight: one-hundred pounds { 100 lbs }
height: five feet, 7 inches { 5'7 }
hair color: a dark brown, tinted with
lighter shades
eye color: a deep chocolate brown,
with darker spots
features: dimples and light, pale skin
piercings: ears, and belly button

- - - - - - Ｉ don't think that I'll ever be saved

three positive words: brave, intelligent,
cunning
three negative words: rude,
stubborn, sarcastic
disorders/health issues: asthma
habbits: humming, biting her nails
phobias: loneliness, drowning, heights
dream: becoming a famous singer or writer
likes: playing music, attention,
skateboarding, video games, doctor who, vans,
coffee, england, accents, punk music,
adventures, debates, animals, horror movies,
beanies, rain, darkness.
dislikes: quietness, loneliness, bright light,
pop music, slow internet, insects, homework,
or work in any matter, hot weather, loud people,
math

- - - - - - Ｏur song has not been sung

sexual orientation: heterosexual - straight
ex(s): nothing major, a few boyfriends on occasion
turn ons: rebellious, sense of humor, piercings,
good hair
turn offs: quiet, short, goody goody
crush(es): that's really cute. trust me if blue did
like a boy, you would be able to tell
current relationship: single

ι нαve ɴever вeeɴ ɢood αт ιɴтrodυcтιoɴѕ... "My name's Blue. And, before you can ask, yes I know it's a color. So what? It's better than some fancy-pants name I could have been named like.. Well, like that other girl. Odile. Nothing against the chick, the name suits her. But for me? I woulda had it changed. Same goes for my middle name. Ugh.. Katherine. I probably woulda smacked my mom when I popped out if she had made that my first name, just sayin'. Anyway, yea, the name's Blue. And, as far as nicknames go, I've never been given one that actually stuck. My bro used to call me Boo-Boo when I was younger, but that is definitely not something I would stand to be called now. Call me Boo, I dare yah. You'll regret it, I'll tell you that much. Anteeways, I'm eighteen, which - if you do your math right - would have me being born around the year of '94, being as I'm a January baby. Yep, rockin' that Garnet. The great event happened on the twelfth of that first month, as a matter of fact. By now I', guessing that you are able to hear that thick accent that laces my voice, so, I'll go ahead and spill the beans. I'm Australian. Yep, I'm a full-blooded Aussie, mate. Ha, just kidding, I don't really say that. Anyhow, I live alone with my dad, and my little brother, Austin. He already wines about how his older sister got the awesome name, while he's stuck with a fuddy-duddy name like Austin. So, - since he was blessed with ginger hair - I decided to call him Little Red, to make him feel better. Well, Austin - or, more commonly referred to as Red - is only at the age of seven as of now, so - sadly - he's old enough to know what me and my dad mean when we say that "mommy passed on." Yea, my mom died a couple years back, when Austin was only five. She had always had alot of heart problems, and one day she ended up having a heart attack. She died in her sleep, the lucky gal. But, enough about my 'sob story'. And, don't you dare say anything about feeling sorry for me, or all you'll get in return is a black eye or busted lip. Your choice."

αre yoυ вlιɴd or ѕoмeтнιɴɢ... Well, well, well. I dunno if I'd consider my outer shell beauty, but whatever. Alright, so, I'm guessing you wanna know what I look like? Ugh, describing myself isn't going to be enjoyable... But, here we go. I'll start out simple, for those of you who can't comprehend much, and then those of you who can understand details, can continue. I'm thin. My eyes are brown, and so is my hair. I'm caucasian - obviously - and am pretty pale-skinned. I have a couple tattoos. Alright, there yah go, you simple-minded freaks. Now, for those who don't care to do a bit of reading, I'll go into a bit of depth. Like I stated before, I'm thin. Not anorexicly skinny, but I am very slender. I mean, my arms are like two good-sized twigs. Are you laughing? Yea, that's what I thought. Okay, now, to my face. I have a slender face, which matches my body almost perfectly. My teeth are miraculously straight - yet another thing for Little Red to be jealous about, as he has braces - so, I don't ever have to go through a metal-mouth faze. And, speaking of mouths, my lips are a light shade of pink, although they aren't very large. You will either see a straight line, a grimace, or a small smirk on those lips. Never a warm-hearted smile, never a full-out frown. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a stickler for emotions. Now, onto my eyes - as I don't think there's much to say about my nose, besides it being.. well, an average nose. So, anteeways, my eyes. They're brown. Not hazel, not amber, just brown. They can be considered a dark, chocolatey color. And, - moving on - so can my hair. My thick, tussled locks are most definately brunette, although I'm not sure I fit the smart and sweet stereotype, sorry guys. I wear these brunette locks loose almost all the time, unless I pull them into a messy braid down one shoulder. My hair is a bit longer than shoulder length, and - when it's loose - I don't fix it up much. It's usually a bit tussled and tangled, not a curled or silky strand in sight. Onto my skin. Well, actually, there's not much to say here. I'm pale. Not ghostly pale, but pretty white. It's practically impossible for me to get a tan. Ever. I don't even get burned. I'm always just pale. And, lastly, my tattoos. I have quite a few, actually. I have some song lyrics on my arm that say "Be Free." Then, I have wings on my lower back, with a moon in the center. I bet you're beginning to wonder: "Where's the voodoo?" Well, here it begins. I have a tattoo of a large eye on the inside of my wrist. Freaky, huh? Well, be afraid."

ιм jυѕт вlue, ɴoтнιɴɢ ѕpecιαl... "Now I have to tell you about my inner self? Ugh, you just love the thought of torturing me, don't you? Well, let's go ahead and get this crap over with. How to begin..? Well, I'm a little strange, or hadn't you noticed? Don't answer that. Anyway, I have a bit of a reputation - or three, really. I'm known as "The Mysterious One", "The Beyotch", and "The Believer." I guess, for lack of interest in going into depth of myself, I'll just explore these three main aspects of my personality. You satisfied? No? Great. Okay, what did I say was first? Oh, right. "The Mysterious One." Well, I am a bit of mystery, if I do say so myself. I don't often share my feelings with others, unless those feelings are negative. If I'm happy, I make excuses, if I'm sad, I hide it. Even if I ever fell in love - fat chance! - I would try to make myself believe that I wasn't. I guess another good word to describe this side of me would be "Shielded." I don't know why in hell I'm telling you this, but, it's the truth. It's not that I dislike being happy - quite the opposite, actually. I love to be happy. I just don't like showing it. Don't ask me why, I honestly have no idea. Maybe because I think showing anything other than anger, annoyance, or frustration - with a dash of sarcasm - makes me look weak. And I am not going to seem weak in front of anyone. Bleh. Even the thought of being a weakling makes me gag. Okay, okay, that's enough description for that one. Let's move on to, "The Beyotch." Or, for those of you who didn't catch the slight edit in letters, I'll go ahead and tell you, that this means I'm a bitch. Yes, I admitted it. Actually, I agree with this stereotype. One-hundred percent. It's right on. I am a beyotch, and I'm proud of it. Don't like it? Well, there's the door. I'd be happy for you to leave. But, don't get me wrong, I'm not all bad. I have a softer side, I just choose to hide it. Like I said before, I don't like to look weak, so I choose to put on a front. Well, it's not technically a front, as it truly is a part of me - just not all of me. It's just the only part of my personality that I allow for others to see. I do have a heart, believe it or not. It's just way down. Way, way down. Okay, enough about how heartless I am, let's get onto that third thing. What was it? Oh yea, "The Believer." This is my personal favorite, actually, because it's something that makes me a bit unique from all of the other mysterious bitches out there. I'm a believer. Yep, I believe. In what, you ask? Alright, I'll tell you. I believe in all of that supernatural stuff. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, angles. Alla that jazz. Not the douche-bags that you see in the movies like "Twilight". No, those things make me sick. I'm talking about the real thing. Like, cruel, gruesome vampires who suck out the blood of helpless victims. Werewolves who attack anyone who enters their forest, without mercy. Ghosts - well, that's kinda self-explanitory. So, yea, call me a freak. Or a hopeless dreamer - that one seems a bit more nice, don'tcha think? - but I'm sticking by my beliefs. Oh yea! I almost forgot. My beliefs also include Voodoo. I would never practice that kinda stuff - no way, I could hurt myself! - but I believe that all of that dark magic crap can really be done. So, if you wouldn't mind being a bit of a test subject, don't hesitate to speak up. I'd love to finally try it out on someone."

ι нαve ɴever вeeɴ вιɢ oɴ reαlтιoɴѕнιpѕ... "Alright, so, if you haven't been able to figure it out on your own.. Then you must be one hell of an idiot. But, all insults aside - for now - what I mean is, it's a bit obvious that I'm not the lovey-dovey type. I hhate seeing couples all up on each other in public, I even hate to see two people holding hands. Well, unless they're siblings - whereas me and Little Red have experience. But, I absolutely despise the thought of getting involved with a guy. Sure, I've dated before. But it usually didn't last more than a couple of days, before they pissed me off, and I decided to end it. Before someone - meaning him got hurt. I am quite experienced when it comes to the.. - ahem - physical aspect of love, as I'm more of a one night stand kind of girl. The kinds who'll go to a club, meet a guy, and let him take me home. Then, I'll have a bit of 'fun' and be gone by the time he wakes up the next morning. I don't stick around, because that usually leads to something long-term, which I don't enjoy. Honestly, I could be considered a player, even though I don't normally get involved with anyone at all. Yes, understand I said anyone. I'm bisexual, and - for those lighter-minded, out there - that means that I will date, and or "get physical" with either gender. Although, I have to say, I highly prefer males. I've actually never even been with a girl before, although I'm not totally against it. Kay, well, that's pretty much everything. We done here? I dare you to say no."

[ingénue]

{ Accepted, thank you for joining! c:

[ouija.]

I need to edit her history... I'm on my phone ^^

{~ }

Vitani Dashy Shade

| The C h e e k y Chic| The S k a t e r Girl|The G u i t a r i s t|

Full Name: Vitani Dashy Shade
Nicknames: Dash, Dashie
Age: 17 Years Young
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 3, 1994

"I was born and raised on a beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. My Father taught me to surf when i was 7 and I've been doing it ever since... I love the feeling of the salty mist on my skin and the ocean breeze. It was all so soothing. I could just go out and Surf to get away from everything... Then as i got older, my father got more and more serious with my training. He would never let me just go out for fun. It was aways Surf Surf Surf... Everyday. But i got used to it. Occasionally i could sneak off and go to the skate park or head down to the pier to play my Guitar. Then when i joined the band i couldn't Surf anymore... i kinda missed it but the feeling i had onstage could never compare."

Height: 5" 7'
Weight: 118 pounds
Build: Slim
Hair Colour: Rainbow
Eye Colour: Dark Green
Body Modifications: My ears and Nose pierced.

"I'm a Slim girl with Curves. I usally like to wear some ripped jeans or colored Pants. My styles is a bit like a Skater girl or Scene. Sometimes you can see me wearing a half shirt with, and maybe some Victoria Secrets stuff... Also some Cool accesories are Nice. Recently I dyed my hair Rainbow. It feels eierd not having my normal blonde locks... but I kinda like it..."

Personality: In one word, Cheeky
History:Ask me

"You wanna know about my Personality? Well most people say I'm a pretty Mello person. I don't like to lose... I'll tell you that! I love to have a good laugh and mess with my Broskis."
Bold, brave, daring and tenacious...these are words that one would usually associate with Dash. But how about adorable, innocent and, at times, insecure? Dash may be the Cheeky member of the group and a bit tomboyish, but this does not detract from the fact that, like every other person, she has a multi-layered personality that allows her to express all sorts of emotions, both positive and negative. Some are naturally the sort of temperaments that one would normally match Dash with, but it would be a great injustice to merely suggest that Dash is concerned with competitions and pranks and little else. After all, Dash may be honest and mercilessly truthful, but it means that she doesn't avoid subjects and teeter around issues. Some people give Dash a hard time. She's a different sort of Girl, embracing her sportsmanship and tomboyish behaviour without allowing it to consume her. She is still distinctly feminine at times; she's happy dressing up when she needs to look nice.

Random stuff about me
I like: Animals, Music, Swimming
I don't like: Bullies, Jerks, Bats, FANGIRLS!!!
I'm afraid of: Spiders
Talents: Playing the Guitar, Pranks, Surfing
Hobbies: Surfing, Skateboarding

Crush: "Impress me!"
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None :\

"I'm into the Sweet, Funny boys. I like a guy who can make me feel special, and beautiful. They have to be able to take a joke and have a laugh too."

Pets: Mason
Other: Root Beer!

"Well thats my Crazy life! Hope you liked! Nothing really else to say here... just I LOVE YOU! <3 lol, jk!

{I'm a kid again! }

[ingénue]

{ Thats okay and accepted, who's girl is she? ^^

[ouija.]

.

Harry's ^^

[ingénue]

{ Oh yeah right, sorry. /facepalm xD

[ouija.]

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xD haha its fine ^^

[V I N T A G E.]

((The flirt))

• Full Name • "Virginia "Rosemary" Height."
• Nickname • "I sometimes like to be called Rosemary
or Rose. Some people call me Rosey too.
I like Virginia But, you can call me Rose."
• Age • "Seventeen."
• Gender • "Female."
• Sexual Orientation • "Straight."
• Birth Date • "November 13th at five twenty-eight pm."
• Birth Place • "Small town in Texas."

"Hey everyone. I'm Virginia Rosemary Height. Weird name. Trust me, try having the name. I love it for sure but people make fun of me for it. Well whatever. Moving on. I was named after my aunt who past away of blood cancer. Her name was Virginia Rosemary Hope Woods so i got her first name. My mother was fairly close to her sister so she named me after her.

The name Virginia, being a small name. It's a hard to create a nickname for but my dad call's me knuckle head or rocks-for-brains. Its just something he uses to tease me. I don't mind the nicknames. My best friend use to call me V-V just because he didn't like when people made fun of my name. No one and I mean no one, is aloud to call me V-V.
I was born in a small town in Alabama almost eighteen years ago. Yes that means I'm seventeen. Almost an adult! Yay! Not. Anyways, my birthday is on the 13th of November. I was born a minute before the 14th. I actually like what day my birthday is on. I was raised in Alabama on a ranch until i was nine then i had to move to England with my dad. Yeah i miss my old home..."

• Hair color • Dark Brown
• Highlights • None
• Eye color • Blue
• Body mods • Slim
• Piercings • Belly button, Ears
• Tattoos • She has "young,wild, and free"
tattooed on her tail bone. Also known as a tramp stamp.
• Favorite nail color • Blue and pink

"Well, My hair color is brown, obviously. And my eyes are several shades of green blue and even a touch of hazel. I've been working out lately at the local gym. I also go to my weekly volley ball and cheer practices. I've gained maybe two pounds in the past three months. My average weight is in between one-hundred and one-hundred and one. I've also grown two inches in the past few months. I'm now 5'5 or 5'4 I know, I teenager who doesn't know her weight or height. Sad. Well, here is the story with my piercings, My mother got my ears pierced when I was about two or three and she allowed me to get my belly button done when I turned thirteen.

Believe it or not, I've never got my hair highlighted or cut, actually, it falls past my waist by now. I sometimes trim it but, keep it at my waist. See, when I lived with my real mother and step dad. We lived in Europe and were brought into the Apostolic society. I was full blown Apostolic from age five to age fifteen. When I moved to America with my biological father. When I turned seventeen, I got a tattoo, also known as a tramp stamp, on my lower tail bone. It hurt like h*ll but, It's gorgeous. See, Funny story. I was drunk, with a bunch of friends. And, Um. I kinda got dared to get a tattoo. So, We went to the best parlor in town, I didn't have to have an I.D. To get it and, since I had maybe on beer, I wasn't heavily intoxicated so, Instead of getting my friend's idea, “F*ck you” on my tail bone, I went with. “Young, Wild, And Free.” On my tailbone. Either way, I knew my dad was going to be upset and, George, tell her what she's won! He got so upset but, I told him he had to admit, it was gorgeous. So, he did and now, me and my dad are cool again. See, Daddy's girl always wins. "

Virginia, Ironically, was born in West Virginia, her European parent's came to America
to find Virginia's older sister, Alexa, who had left Europe with her boyfriend. See,
Virginia's parent's were oil ompany owners and they had arranged for Alexa to
marry another man's son who had a monopoly of oil companies. Alexa, being
the rebel she was, decided to leave Europe with her boyfriend. Obviously,
she didn't get very far because she was still at the airport trying to get a
ride when their parent's found her, only moments later on that cool
November's day, Virginia's mother began having heavy contractions and only
four hours later, Virginia Rosemary Height was born at 11:59 pm.

Soon, their parent's began to argue, the arguing got so bad her father packed
and took a one way ticket to America. Virginia and Alexa, Along with her
other brothers and sisters, were left with her single mother in Europe.
Now, Virginia was only a toddler now. And, she really didn't understand
why her mother cried each night or why she got upset all the time
and blamed it all on Alexa.

Alexa was like her mother growing up. She took car of her and basically
kept her safe. When Virginia turned five,she decided she didn't want
to be called Virginia, she wanted to be called Rosemary. She then told
everyone to call her rosey, rose, or regular or Rosemary. Only her
mother called her Virginia,when she got in trouble really.Virginia soon
became obsessed, Everyone had to call her Rose.

Only her closest friends were allowed to call her Rosemary and very few
allowed to call her Virginia. It was around age ten when she began
medication for obsessive names or, what ever the really name is.
The medication helped her quit stressing if a teacher
would call her Virginia. Weird obsession, right? So, when Virginia,
or Rosemary, turned thirteen she began drinking, partying, even having
sex. She became out of control. She was a total mess hat her mother
could barely stand her, almost everyone turned their backs on her until
she finally quit. Only when she excepted Christ. See, she was around
fourteen when she and her mother, along with her step dad and siblings,
attended an Apostolic church, they had always attended one but,
Virginia quit going when she became addicted. She still kept her hair long,
Now a days it falls to her waist, just above her, Young, Wild, and Free tattoo.

When Virginia was sixteen, she had almost given up hope her father would
come back. Two days later, I care came into the drive and a brunette man
came out. Virginia remembers screaming, Daddy! Then running out to great him.
See, Virginia's life after her dad left wasn't all roses and rainbows, she was
verbally abusing and physically abusive to Virginia. Seeing her father she almost
jumped out of her skin when he offered to take him with her to his home in
America. Of course, She took the choice, along with Alexa they both moved.
Being a beautimous European and speaking fluent in every European culture
she was almost afraid to move to America. But, once she got there, made the
volleyball team and cheer team, she began to blend in, as a popular. The young
girl now lives out life as an average teen, with her older sister.

Virginia has a little bit of everything in her, you can say.
Her personality can change depending on what's going on,
obviously, but she's not bipolar or anything.This brunette
is a very fun and happy girl. She loves to be outside and be
with her friends. She's also a joker, cracking jokes to break the
ice and relieve some of the tension that could have formed.
Her jokes aren't the best though, and mostly consist of cheesy
puns and jokes. She likes them, which is pretty much why she tells them.

Virginia is also very adventurous. She's not one to just sit and do nothing
for a certain period of time. She loves coming up with things to do and
places to see and people to talk with. You can't get her to settle down.
Sometimes, if people don't want to come with her to do something, she'll
just walk off and do it herself. This can be both good and bad. Good for
her because she won't have to worry about other people, but bad because
sometimes she leaves without telling people. There have been certain
occasions where she has wandered off for the whole night, causing her
parents to freak out and even call the police.

If you couldn't already tell, Miss. Virginia is a pretty fun chick. Not a lot
of things can make her snap, since her playfulness just brushes off anything
that bothers her. Sometimes things can get under her skin, and she tries her
best to not lose her cool around people. First she'll take deep breaths and
just tell herself that everything is fine. If that doesn't work, then she'll start
muttering to herself. Call her crazy, but it works. Next step, if that doesn't
work, is that she'll start snapping at people, sometimes for no reason at all.
Then she'll storm off and return later when she's better. When she returns,
she likes to act like nothing happened, so don't bring up whatever happened.

In the midst of her craziness, Virginia will sometimes break out into dance.
No joking. Dancing helps her clear her mind, so when
she's angry she'll also dance. Besides clearing her mind, it's a fun thing that
she likes to do. Plus, it helps her practice her routines and all. Also, she'll
start talking to you in Sicilian just to confuse and annoy the heck out of you.
Being Sicilian and all, she has an accent. It's kind of thick sometimes,
because she goes back home every other year or so, and will of course
speak Sicilian in her hometown. Because of this, she has a habit of saying
'ah' in the middle of her sentences. She also speaks with her hands a lot.

Virginia likes a whole lot of things. She likes dancing, coffee, candy, food,
hoodies, Vans, volleyball, cats, chocolate. Most of the things she likes is
food related, because, well, food is really good. As for dislikes,
she dislikes dogs, being unfit, fish, annoying
people, jerks, and fairy tales. That whole sort of thing.

Ahh family, the greatest
joy a child knows..
Yeah, okay. I guess
that's how it is in cheesy
car commercials, but
in my life, it could not
have been more different.
I'll start with my
father, the biggest flake
the world has ever
known. After I was born,
my father stayed
around for about three
years, long enough
for my mom to get
pregnant. Again.

After my sister,
Alexa, was born he split.
I mean, 'Dad', was known
for 'spending nights at the
office' several times a week,
even though he
worked at Burger King. My
mom was either oblivious
or to scared
without his little money,
we wouldn't be
able to make rent. Whatever
made her stay
with him for that long,
amazes me. Anyways
so after Alana was born,
I guess he couldn't
take it. So he just took
off, without as
much as a goodbye.
It was great.

In those pictures you see
a few hotties, well, those
are me and my friends.
In the first, it's me and
my best friend since
kindergarten, Kayla.
Kayla, Lea, and I are
all the best of friends,
until I moved. Lea is the
blonde in the second picture,
That was taken when the
three of us went on a road
trip to California. And last
but not least, the bottom
picture, it's the three of us,
My cousin Kylie, and my
oldest sister Kelsey. I'm the
one driving yep, boring old
me just driving. Huh,
Am I boring?

Well, I guess I'll start from the top and work my way down? Okay, so my hair. It's a dark shade of brown, in the summer it gets lighter brown undertones, naturally of course. From the sun. I'll often wear it down, where it falls several inches above my naval. Less often, I'll try a fancy up do which more often than not, just ends up as a messy bun. Overall, I guess it's pretty average, though I've always wanted to try something daring and get it cut super short..

My eyes are a warm chocolatey brown. At least that's what I've been told.. In my opinion there just brown. Common, non-interesting, brown. Sometimes, I can see lighter flicks of brown near my irises, but that's only once in a blue moon.

My skins naturally pretty fair, but I'm a cheater. I go tanning, spray not booth, once every three weeks. I know, it's horrible, but not as bad as going booth tanning! The way I see it, I'm not really hurting anything by going tQanning, except maybe my wallet.. Oh well haha at least I'm not pale!

I would say that I'm average height, I'm definitely not short and I'm defiantly not tall. So yeah, that places me right on average, 5'4" and ***lbs. Pfft. I wouldn't give away that number, if my life depended on it. But you can know, I'm not fat and I'm not stick skinny. Like I said, perfectly average.

Its all true, I'm as single as a pringle. My sexuality is straight for your information, and I just got out of a relationship. Sadly, boys now a days go for the girls who get plastic surgery and are known as "the cheese tray" because they get passed around so many times at parties. I'm somewhat cruel about this but, when girl's get plastic surgery, and they get hit and their plastic crap pops out, its pretty funny. I've laughed my butt off so many times watching preps squel. I'm a cheerleader, but, not a snob. Oh diary, when am I going to meet a modest down to Earth guy who won't try to get me in bed on the first date? If you find one, let me now.

I've had my crushes in the past. But, none have really worked out. I've went out with them once and end up with a hang over the next morning because they dragged me out to a party. So, I've somewhat tried staying away from the stuck up jocks and went to the soccor players. They're adorable! Well diary, I must go for now. Thank you for listening to my annoying complaints. Well. Good bye.

Love,
Virginia "Rosemary"

Virginia "Rosemary" is a fashion queen. She has all the latest clothes. It’s true, Virginia is a fashionista. She loves makeup, dresses, and shoes; oh shoes are her biggest kryptonite. She has an obsession. Her new step dad, John. Gives her as much money as she needs and she uses it, for shopping sprees! She goes shopping several times a week and spends up to two hundred dollars each time she goes, on her “necessities” necessities meaning, a forty dollar dress and shoes to match. Along with getting her hair done in the latest styles or going to the nail salon to get a fifty dollar manicure along with pedicure, this young teen knows how to spend.

Most of her friends usually save their money to get a car, well, that’s not the same with Rosy, and she already has one! See, her biological father bought an old rusty convertible that everyone said would never run, They were proved wrong. Four-hundred dollars in repairs and a fresh paint coat later, the car was as new as can be. She brought it over with her from Europe, one of the only big things she was allowed to bring with her. Virginia is a brat though, actually, she’s a down to Earth, selfless, and caring person who everyone loves. She just has a shopping addiction. Some would call her a “shopaholic” but, she likes to be called spoiled over shopaholic any day. Rose loves to splurge on friends, especially on their birthdays and Christmas. See, Rosy isn’t a mean stuck up brat at all! You stereotypes!

“As much as I love you my darling, I’m becoming somewhat annoyed by or chat. Plus, there always has to come time for the sad farewell. I believe I’ve told you every corner of my life down to the smallest details. I sincerely hope you won’t miss me too much, I’ll be back shortly, don’t be frightened. You now know my darkest secrets, my apostolic past, even down to my dirtiest secret of my shopping addiction. I’ve read you my love life, might as well right “The Diary of me” on that little form of yours. Hey, that’s a pretty good song title.

Wait, Taylor Swift already has it. Rats. As I said, it was great meeting you and let me say, you’ll always have a place in my heart. I’ve laid everything down. Did I tell you I enjoy singing? Well, if you didn’t already know, I’ve always been a little performer. I know, the timer is ticking and you don’t have any more room to write. Well, this has been a fun little chat, love. I’ll see you next time. Maybe you can wear something more decent. Just kidding. Well, thanks anyway. Bye my little darling. I’ll see you next season.”

[ingénue]

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