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the bell trills loudly through the class rooms, signaling
the end of the school day. six hours of torture five days a week.
the only thing that makes it better is your friends. the
six of you have known each other since seventh grade,
and have been 'besties' ever since. you didn't let any of the
drama split you all up. you stayed together and have for the first
three years of highschool. senior year though... oh, boy.

now, no, you haven't split up. in fact, its totally different.

you've fallen in love with each other.

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[winchester.]

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. follow the site rules. just do

. ages between 17-18 only. characters must
be straight and not emo / punk / scene

. i will not supply a forum. as well as that
i want pretty posts[small / centered / decorated]
and i need them to be one paragraph of seven lines
as this is semi-literate

. post at least once a day.

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[winchester.]

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females ;;

ariana rae marcello - the party girl - .batman
penelope valencia jackson - the caring one - toast;
victoria alexandria johnson - the quiet girl - .spring

males ;;

open - the jock - open
dylan lance everett - the comedian - loulou800
reserved - the loner - lunar fall

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town ;;
friday harbor, washington

weather ;;
currently warm , sixty-eight degrees f , slight cloud cover

month & day ;;
august , twenty third

school ;;
friday harbor high . eights months of school left . first day .

crushes ;;
dylan lance everett -> victoria alexandria johnson

couples ;;
none

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[winchester.]

full name ≈ ariana rae marcello
nicknames ≈ aria , ari
gender ≈ i'm a chick , duh
age ≈ seventeen years old
birthday ≈ august eighteenth

why hello there you lovely human. my name, oh. ariana. full name? oh, that would be ariana rae baxter. my name happens to be ariana because my mom is some weird lady who loves persian history, being a college history teacher, she decided to take the name aryan. it means noble or pretty eastern girl, depending on how you trace the name back. anyways, my dads mother's middle name was rae so my middle name is rae, and at last, marcello was my fathers last name so it has to be my last name until i get married. oh, and marcello is pronounced mahr-chell-oh. it's itallian. aria and ari are really the only two nicknames i guess anyone could think of for me. so, you can call me ariana, ari, or aria. i don't really mind. next, my... gender, really? i'm obviously a chick. no further explanation is needed. oh yes, my birthday. well, it was august eighteenth several long years ago. anyways, now i'm seventeen years old and waiting for my next birthday. okay, i know what you may be thinking. wow, you're young to be a senior. well, sorta, but not really, my birthday is just weird.

body type ≈ curvy yet slender
facial structure ≈ round with a square jaw
weight ≈ one hundred and twenty two pounds
height ≈ five foot three and a half
hair ≈ very long , sadly its straight
eyes ≈ just ... blue
wear makeup ≈ yes , during the day just some
eyeshadow, foundation , and mascara
party nights i'm all out with my makeup
piercings ≈ belly button , double lobe piercing
on my left ear , one piercing on right lobe
tattoos ≈ no , never , i have a fear of finite
things and needles
clothing style ≈ oh boy it varies from oversized
sweaters to skin tight dresses. it just depends on
the day, ya know?

tan skin, so thin. long hair, don't care. blue eyes, clothes fly. alright, now lets talk about my body. well, unlike most girls, i'm beyond comfortable with my body. i don't fear that i'll become fat, or that i am, or that if i get a little pimple i will die. no, so you should just first know that i don't car what you think about my body. anyways, here it goes. first off, my body type. my father is one hundred percent italian. so, i'm a pretty tan chick. i'm fit enough so that i'm pretty thin, but i don't have a lot of muscle so if you do punch me i may not be able to hurt you back. next let's talk about my weight and height. so, i'm not extremely tall. topping five foot three and a half, i'm shorter then most girls. next, i'm about one hundred and twenty two pounds. don't care if you think i'm fat, i'll scream how much i weigh off the top of a building. like i said babe, no shame. next, lets talk about my facial features. starting with my face, i have a fairly normal face, i think. i have a thin nose and a square jaw, with a bit larger eyes then your average jo, but whatever, its' cool. next, my eyes themselves. honestly, i just call them blue. they aren't a stunning color of blue, just a pretty light blue color.

okay, so my makeup ordeal. i generally to school just wear some foundation, a dash of eyeshadow, and some mascara. but, if i'm heading out to a party or a night with my 'crew' i'm all fancy, you know, lipstick, darker eyeshadow, fancy hair. okay, i adore sephora makeup. like, only sephora, and the occasional maybaline, yeah, so if you come up to me and say something i might just go, 'maybe it's maybaline.' oh, hair! i love my hair! i don't like it cut short, so i've grown it long. it reaches just a bit past the middle of my back, and even when curled is towards the middle of my back. sadly, it is just straight, or maybe slightly wavy if i let it dry in a braid or bun, but it's normally just straight. hair color? brunette here! it's not really a dark color, but it isn't a light color at all. its a medium color, leaning towards the dark side. now, onto my favorite thing to talk about. clothes. i love shopping, so my closet is fairly big. my family doesn't live in a large house, but it isn't like we are poor. we just spend money on other things. which, for me, is clothing. i love shopping at victoria secret, forever 21, debs, areopostal, hollister, and the occasional burburry scarf or rain boot. i shop in other places, but you know, that's really the main five places i treat myself to. okay, now i love big sweaters, especially now that it is getting cold. i can match them with virtually anything, even skirts or dresses. literally, i'm great at designing things. next, i really love leggings with any type of top. and jeans. and shorts. and anything. my point it i love clothes, so basically you can give me anything and i will love it. i just... love clothes.

normally seems ≈ fun . chatty . wild . goofy .
sometimes seems ≈ quiet . mad . hurt . stupid .
rarely seems ≈ concerned . shy . frustrated .

woah there... personality... alright, well, i guess i can start explaining some things. well, to start i'll tell you the basic me. so it isn't hard to guess, but usually i'm the wild, fun, talkative girl that loves to do the daring things a 'normal' girl wouldn't. ever since i was a child, i've loved to be the fun one in a group. it didn't matter who i was with or what i was doing. i just had to be the one that made it fun to do. now, i've sort of 'evolved', for lack of a better word, into the party girl. i host parties or go to parties, i sneak into clubs and bars and have a good time. it isn't a bad thing as some may think. my parents know what i'm doing and they don't mind, at all really. i'm also pretty easy to talk to. i'm not going to be a chatty cathy if i don't really know you too well, but if you know me and you want to talk i'm comfortable with talking to others, especially men, as i can be a bit of a flirt at times. next, my 'sorta' personality. i can be sort of stupid after parties. not drinking and drugs stupid, but doing dares and things that could possibly get my arrested for the night, if you know what i'm saying?

now, i can get easily hurt. i can't really deal with people yelling at me or threatening me to well, so there are two options for me. wait... three. one, become quiet. i usually won't talk to anyone for a good three or four hours, maybe even a day or a week. this is usually when i'm the most hurt. two, hurt someone. hit them, slap them. i just... i don't know. its a reaction. three, yell, like scream bloody murder into your brains for a couple minutes. this usually comes with a slap or somehting. oh, and i guess there is a four. i cry pretty easily, but whatever, it's okay. on the rarest occasions, i can be shy, frustrated, or worried. i try not to worry too much as basically worry just... no good. it makes everything stop being happy. if i'm frustrated it's probably because something i wanted to work didn't, or someone was just asking me too many questions in a short amount of time. at last, concern. it is like worry times a hundred, and i try to stay away from fear and concern, as that is never good.

mother ≈ cynthia adella baxter ; 43
father ≈ benedetto[buddy] gabriel marcello ; 45
siblings ≈ roberto[rob] ; 22 + jackson[jack] ; 22 + james[jamie] ; 15 + maria[mary] ; 13
where am i from ≈
accent ≈


oh, the familia... well, it all started out in italy. that would be were my parents met. my mom was on a college trip and my father was working in a bakery. they fell in love. pure, actual love. it's rare, but it happened. no joke, the are like, legitly, in love. my mother was twenty when they married, my father twenty two. then, two years later they had my older brother, roberto and his twin, jackson. two little boys, which was a pretty big handful. plus they happened to be identical, so it sort of was hard telling them apart for a while... for five years, they just raised the two, but they decided, i guess, to have another kiddo join the family. it was me! i was born in italy, but as they had me they realized it may be better to come to America. so one year after i was born, the whole lot of us moved out to a little town in washington called friday harbor. it wasn't a suprise that two years after i was born, they had another child, james, then had their last child another two years later, maria. well, she was the last of us. with a family of seven, it was pretty hard. but my father and mother didn't worry. they opened a cute bakery. it attracts people and its good, plus it is italian so there are a lot of recipes that other shops don't carry that are a lot better then any other places in the small town.

alright, so basically the years went by, and now it's highschool. my identical brothers both went to the same college when i was a freshman. anyways, since my family is sort of busy with the shop, i help a lot around the house. making dinners, helping the two with homework, walking them to school and such. but once i was sixteen and got my own car, i started driving them to school. then, about a month or two after i could drive, i was relieved of my duties of taking care of the two kids. buisness was booming for the bakeshop, and my mom could become the stay at home mom. in return for me working at the shop. so, i agreed. it was way better then staying with the kids. plus, it gave me more freedom on the weekends as i could beg my dad to let me go out. anyways, basically, i'm just waiting for my twin brothers for come back this summer so they can help in the shop with the busy buisness and all. but, anyways, i'm really just a girl with a cool italian giant family.

orientation ≈ straight
boyfriends ≈ i've had a few
crush ≈ none at the moment
secret crush ≈ nope
known languages ≈ italian + english
likes ≈ sun + curly fries + baking + parties + stuff
dislikes ≈ sand in my hair + mud + bugs
fears ≈ lighting

alright, to sum this all up some little facts about me. to start with my love life, i'm straight. i like boys, always have. next, past relationships. my first boyfriend was when i was thirteen. it lasted maybe three months, but that was it. then, i had five more, but my last boyfriend was about three months ago. he was a guitar player with a giant ego. it lasted for maybe two months. that was it though. i don't really have a 'crush', but i'll tell you if i do. okay, what languages do i speak? well, that would be italian and your normal english. i only know italian because my family speaks it all the time. its sort of just something we all know. italian. what i like would be the sun. i love tanning, and i love just hanging out outside when it's warm. next, i do like baking, it runs in the family. i just like being able to focus on making cakes and cookies, or cupcakes and all that stuff. it's fun. now, you know i love parties. a couple other things i like would be pastas, art, and playing cello. what i don't like would be sand in my hair, mud, and bugs. all creepy. and what i hate is lightning. thats it. anyways, i'm done. so... yeah.

' not all who wander are lost ' lord of the rings

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paragraphA chilly wind blew across the ground as a heavily pregnant woman hobbled towards the hospital. Her husband, a tall brunette with eyes as blue as aquamarine stones, had his arm wrapped protectively around the woman. Hushed whispers were exchanged between them, the labored voice of the blonde strangely calm considering she was about to deliver the couple's first child. Mayhap it was the fact they had everything set up, and everything had been that way months before this fateful day. All that they were missing was the child, and that was soon to be fixed. Not a minute after setting foot into the birthing department of the hospital, the soon-to-be mother was swept away into the birthing room. The father-to-be was left standing by the secretary, watching worriedly as a doctor rushed into the room with nurses accompanying her. The blue eyes of the future father were anxious as he looked out the window. The night was beautiful, a gentle snow beginning to fall. Not moments ago had the air been clear of the slushied. It was as if the world were holding it's breath, the earth finally letting its tears of joy free to fall. The man liked to think it was for his daughter and wife. As his superstition told, everything had gone according to plan. After sitting in the waiting room for a little over fourteen hours, nervously switching the game he was playing on his phone on a regular basis, he was finally called upon. A aging lady wear blue scrubs with rattles on them led the restless father to the room where his wife had been taken. Once he entered, all the other doctor's left, his wife obtaining a tired smile on her face. A small bundle was held in her arms, the pink fleece blanket keeping the baby inside warm. The new father made his way over to the pair, his fingers moving the blanket away from his daughter's face. His blue gaze met the chocolate one of his wife's and a large, dimpled smile appeared on his face. He gently pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling his pinky being gripped by the newborn. His attention returned to his first child, ignoring the identification bracelet that fell down her arm. On it had all the information needed to identify her. Whom her mother was, her date of birth, and her name. penelope valencia jackson.

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paragraphthe now - how she currently is

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name please.

"But sir, you've known us for years!" This is Victoria Alexandria Johnson, a very simple name indeed. But that's alright. It seems to fit her just fine. It's her nickname you should consider, as opposed to her name.

what shall we call you then?

"Call me Luna Lovegood! c:" This silly girl is called Victoria, Alexandria, or Kitten. Kitten is due to the meow-type noise she makes when someone pokes her. It's rather funny, and people make fun of her for it.

yes, yes niceties aside. age, please.

"I am just about 18 years old." She is 17 years 11 months.

gender, then one last question for you.

"Well... I'm a girl... So... Yea." She is of the female gender. She is a female, dearies.

are you a werewolf or not?

"Well, then." She is indeed a werewolf.

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personality

--> innocent & quiet | --> sweet | --> ambitious | --> shy | --> coward | --> can get defensive
To start off, Victoria is extremely innocent. It isn't even really all that funny anymore. She is just about as innocent as a seven year old. She hasn't experienced any traumatic events. This also makes her extremely quiet. But she still has remained innocent throughout everything that has happened to her. Which hasn't been much. She has just been living her life with a supportive family. But that's not always a good thing. She has been made fun of, and has been anorexic in the past. She didn't realize how serious of an issue anorexia is, so it got worse. She's recovered since then but has still remained extremely underweight in fear of the insults again. | Another thing about Victoria is that she's extremely sweet. It's still debatable as to why people were bullying her in her youth, but she is really sweet. She loves to help people out and really does all she can to brighten someone's day. But she's not the kind of girl to pester someone until she brightens their day. She understands when someone just needs to be left alone. All she really wants is to be their friend. | Victoria has a very ambitious mind. She loves to dream about what could happen to her next, and has set lots of goals for herself. She wants to complete them, but she isn't so sure anymore. | However, over all of this she is extremely shy. She hasn't opened up herself to a lot of people, just because she doesn't feel like talking. She wants friends, but she doesn't know how to interact very well. | This girl is also an extreme coward. She needs someone to push her limits. She has been sheltered most of her life, so she is a bit scared of the outside world. | Another thing about her is that she can get defensive, easily. If she feels like she is being threatened, she will put of her defenses.

what do you like to do?

• play guitar
• play piano
• sing/ write songs
• read
• sketch
• listen to music
• look for constellations
• go on early morning runs
• swim

what are your fears?

• bees
• spiders
• needles
• death

what do you like?

• books
• music, namely rock and country
• movies
• night time
• popcorn
• hanging out with friends

what do you hate?

• homophobes
• rap songs
• pop songs/ boy bands
• rich kids
• arrogance
• racists

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description

Basically, Victoria is a short, skinny brunette. She is about five foot two with long brunette hair. She is skinny and slightly underweight at about 95 lbs. She has eyes like melted chocolate, but nobody ever sees them really. She doesn't get out much. Her skin tans easily, so you usually see her either tanned or red from sunburn. She is a really simple girl, nothing special.

family

• Janice Alexandria Johnson | paternal grandmother
• Marbella Louis Evans | maternal grandmother
• Harold Thomas Johnson | father
• Louisa Evans | mother
• Daniela Mary Johnson | eldest sister
• Carolina Janice Johnson | older sister
• Owen Timothy Johnson | younger brother

crush

"Now why would I tell you that?!" words

boyfriend

"I have none. words

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Sorry about the werewolf thing. Just ignore it.

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[Cyphron]

Leave me alone
God let me go
I'm blue and cold
Black sky will burn
Love pull me down
Hate lift me up
Just turn around
There's nothing left
Somewhere far beyond this world
I feel nothing anymore

The name is Drayton Noble Severin. To tell the truth my mother wanted to be creative and made up my name from two different names, Drake and Karlton. Yeah not pretty, but it turned out pretty decent in the end. My middle name, Noble was in honor of my uncle who served in the military and was known for his nobleness. Severin is of course my surname which I recieved from my shallow of a father. I have mutliple nicknames, you may call me Dray though only the people I truly trust may call me by my middle name. Some tend to call me Matrix since I appear to remind them of one of the mysterious rebels from the movie. I am eighteen years of age and I was born on July 5, 1994. It's kind of cool having to be born a day after the fourth of July since at midnight I can watch fireworks in the sky on the day of my birthday, though that's pretty much it. I'm nonetheless a male, man, dude, guy, any of those but I'm still male, last I checked.

Let's see here, my eyes are a bright amber that shine brightly in the sun but sometimes darken to a mussel brown or a dark gray, depending on my emotions. If you look closely there appears to be almost a haunting edge to my eyes, almost scary like. I'm 6'0 not tall like most guys but I'm not that short either. Weighing approximately 158lbs I always stay within the 150 range, never more and never less. My hair is a dark coal black with tints of chocolate brown at the tips, though you could only see them if the light hits them at the the right angle. My hair doesn't quite cooperate with me so I just spike it up at the tip and run my fingers though it. I have a lean body build and an eight pack, I guess to all the fighting. I don't show off much since well I have much to hide that I don't like to reveal. Despite my lean build I have broad shoulders though it actually goes together quite well, my skin is pale but I can tan easily, I just choose not to. On my torso I have multiple scars that have no pattern, some from fist and very few from knives. They don't quite fight fair in the streets. I also have a very faint scar on the corner of my left eye. Last to say I have a tattoo of a tribal phoenix on my right shoulder that symbolizes me of falling into my own destruction and then rising from the ashes and into a new beginning.

Since the beginning of time or shall I say my childhood, I've always been known as an outcast, never joining in any form or group of friends. Whenever there would be a school project or we were assigned a group activity and got to pick our own partners, I was always the last one, sitting in my seat and just watching everyone else. My parents would always be working, instead of paying attention to me they threw themselves into their work and I would always come home to an empty house. I guess along the way you can say I grew...troublesome. I would always get into trouble, disobeying teachers, not doing anything, get into fights, sometimes even in the streets. I just had all this anger built up inside me and I had no way to release it unless it was through violence. I had no idea why I was angry and all I knew was that I had to get rid of it. Soon enough when I was sixteen I got mixed up into undergound fighting, fighting for money more like it. Everyday I would always go home with bruised knuckles and a busted lip, a few bruises, or a cut on the cheek, not much damage. I thought by now that my parents would take action and notice, but instead they engulfed themselves into more work and would travel sometimes, not returning for days sometimes even weeks. I knew by then that it was hopeless and I completely shunned myself off from everyone. It wasn't long until after a few months of underground fighting that I found out what I was doing, how wrong it really was, what damage and horrid I've been bringing onto myself. I quit underground fighting and went back to being somewhat of a normal teen, but nothing was ever the same. People were scared of me, afraid that I would punch them out of nowhere, so again I was a loner. Now I had completely shunned everyone out, hardly ever speaking at all. When I stopped fighting I realised that I was angry because I was enraged at myself, blaming myself for my parents detaching themselves from me. Then and there I knew that none of it was my fault and that now I can restart a new beginning.

As I said before I'm known as a loner, I don't really like hanging out in a crew or group, I prefer solo. I like having my space and keep my distance from others. Being alone to me is a good thing, you can think clearly without any interruptions and no one can annoy the heck out of you. Though I admit it sometimes I do feel lonesome and wish that I could have someone to talk to, but what can you do. I'm a loner at heart, always have been and most likely always will be. Even though some day I might be surrounded by friends I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. Though when I'm around others I'm apathetic, I show no emotions to anybody whatsoever, unless I'm angry. I don't give away anything, not though my voice and not through my body language. I'm reserved and introvert, no emotions never come across my face so it's difficult for people to figure me out, though I doubt most ever try. With showing no emotion I therefore show no weaknesses, so most people leave me alone, never getting on my bad side. I guess it's a good thing at times, but not all the time. Though with one thing about being emotionless I picked up the trait of being very observant. I can easily read your emotions by just looking at your face or your body language. I can tell if you're lying and can pick up on any habits that you have, including habits that you might not be aware of. To say I can easily figure you out, anybody if I want them to, is like an open book, holding secrets that await to be revealed. You know the quote; Our eyes are windows to our souls. Well that qualifies to me, despite the fact that I'm apathetic my eyes reveal everything that I'm feeling. One look, one glance is all you need to see my emotions, though they only show for a couple of seconds before I cover them up. That's why I hardly ever let anyone look into my eyes, I don't want anybody to figure me out and to me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing that. To me when you show weakness people take advantage of you, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. My silence is my fair warning to you. Let me clear that up, so let's say if you magically get me into a conversation with you and I suddenly go quiet, never and I mean never, take my silence lightly. My silence is basically a warning to you to leave and don't come back for a couple of hours. I'm like a ticking time bomb and one false move or word can easily set me off. Trust me though you don't want to be near when that happens, I have a temper and when I snap there's no boundary to when I'll end. My silence tells you either that I'm furious, frustrated, confused or depressed either way it's never a good thing. Respect is earned, not given. This I truly believe, and I follow this to heart. Earn my respect rightfully and I'll stand by your side through the end, I'm loyal I give you that and I don't back down so easily. I admit I have trust issues and I find it hard that anyone can ever truly understand me, but deep down I know that one day I'm going to have to trust someone. Wise is what I am, even though I don't look it. I'm a good listener and I find it pleasant to give advice to others. Though sometimes I speak through quotes and riddles as my advice. Yes I get confusing at times but that's just how I am, live with it. I'm very calm and a quick thinker, which aids me in getting out of situations at most times. I tend to zone out a lot, I'm a daydreamer I admit that. I can easily block anybody out if I chose not to listen to them and when I do all I hear is a ringing sound in my ears before I go off to lala land. You can tell that I'm zoning out if I'm staring at something for a very long period of time. I'm not really the forgiving type, I never give second chances unless the person truly deserves it in my eyes. Like one of the quotes that I made up, it's takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We can so easily forgive someone without even knowing it, but that memory of what they did to betray us will always stay deep within our minds. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.

Yeah no love life whatsoever, I'm straight yes but I have never had a girlfriend before. Shameful I know and sad, but who cares. It's not that I don't want one it's just that I don't take the time to get to know people, let alone girls. I don't judge, never do since you don't know what that person has been through, but I just don't want to have any friends. Though if I were to find someone I guess I would want someone who would understand and accept me for who I am and who I use to be. Who will accept my flaws and my scars, who knows when to have fun and when to be serious. Fiesty, compassionate, gentle, animal lover of course, basically someone who can bring me out of my shell.

Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefuly silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you, no man kind items that bring destruction and our own demise. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. One major thing about me is that I love my music, it's how I truly express myself to the world. I get lost in it and when I sing it's like no one can control me. There's no limits whatsoever, it's a free world in the music world. I also like skateboarding at times but not all the time, though it is fast transportation. Sometimes I board with my pup Avalanche. Another thing is that I love nutella, it's the only food that can get me hyper. I could eat the entire jar if you allow me to, if you haven't noticed I have a major sweet tooth. With that I like baking, provide me with the ingredients and I'm good to go, anything you want and I will bake it. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other. Disney movies and any other animated kid movie I will watch it without a doubt, I may be too lazy to put it on myself but if I see someone else watching it I would stop in my tracks, take a seat, and watch the movie.

Disturbed peaceful silence is what I hate the most, it's like most people can't take the time to sit back and just relax, no speaking at all. I don't understand why they have to be all over the place. I also dislike conceited people and hands on hands girls, it's like they have no respect for themselves and like they have to brag that they have good looks. No one cares. That's what I think. Last is that I don't like showing my emotions whatsoever, I don't see the point in it to be honest. Surely one hundreded percent that I hate the most is people that complain and nag. In my head I'm silently pleading for the person to shut up and keep their complaints to themselves, but I don't like being rude so I just block them out.

Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is people betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Being in small tight spaces is another one of my fears, I panic when I'm locked in a tight room and I get this hollow feeling in my stomach. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.

[winchester.]

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