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About Her -
- Hey there. My name is Jadyn Robin Perri but feel free to call me Jade or Jay. My name is nothing special really and has no sentimental meaning to it. My mother wanted my name to be 'different' so she spelled it with a 'y' instead of an 'e', so now I'm stuck with having to tell people how to spell my name. My grandma was there when my mother was naming me, and she just really liked bird-watching so she insisted my middle name to be her favorite bird and finally my last name is just my mother's maiden name. I am currently seventeen years young and living life in the fast lane. I was born a girl on the oh-so tragic day, September 11th, 1995. I don't care what you think of me or if I'm judged, but guess what? I'm straight. I do not have any religion at the moment, but this world had to form somehow. Though I may not look like it, I am both French and German. So basically I'm white.
What She is Like -
- People say that I'm a cool person, whether they know me or not. Sometimes I tend to be heartless. I'm not the one to be friends with if you want an automatic friend who'll stick by your side all the time. I'm not what you would call 'anti-social', but I do like my space. Even though some of my friends call me outspoken, I really don't think so myself. I mean, I don't raise my hand in class or even try to talk in class. All I wants to be is left alone. Along with not speaking so much myself, I don't mind it when people just sit by me and talk and talk, while I just listen. I've been told I'm a good listener. Most people will just push others away if they talk about their problems, but I don't. Some say I'd be a good therapist. Not really. I wouldn't know what advice to give them. I'm not the best person to get to know if you're looking for a warm and cheerful friend. I won't be all perky and bubbly and plaster an innocent and happy smile on my face. I don't do that. That's just not me at all. Stereotypically saying, I'm more of a skater chick then a 'tomboy' or 'rebel'. Skateboarding is probably the best thing that I've learned (better then school). It's fast transportation, fun and most of all, I'm good at it. Actually, scratch that, I'm great at it. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm really a big flirt. Though I can appear heartless, if I see a cute guy I most definitely will approach him and start a conversation. I'm not a slut at all, though some girls think I am. You can call me a . . player instead. It's not like I try to seduce them, I just go to get their number and see if they'd actually be a cool guyfriend, cause I don't do boyfriends. If not, I'll just throw them away like throwing away a piece of chewed up gum. Just remember, she's cold as stone.
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What She Hates and Loves-
- So basically I like a bunch of mindless crap. You want an example? Well I love partying. It's just so fun, you know? I love having a smoke, cause it just releases all the tension away from you. Don't worry though, I'm not addicted. I like guys, if you haven't realized. I like guys who are hot. Guys who don't care about what other people think and express their individuality in a very specific way. I think piercings and tattoos are sexy and if a guy wears hats, I will totally start staring.Um, I enjoy eating. No, no, I don't have an eating disorder, but whenever I could bored I just eat. It's a sad case which no one will ever seem to cure. Those are my likes, now to what I can't stand. I hate it when people try to be fresh with me. No, just no. I don't lose my temper easily and I always keep that calm look, but in my head I've killed that certain person/ group of people more then ten times.
Learn about Her History-
- My child hood was fairly simple. It wasn't bright and happy but it wasn't sad and gloomy. My mother had left my dad and I when I was only at the age of three. Since then, I've never seen her mother and I really don't like talking about her to much. The pictures of my mom were hidden by my dad, but most people say I look just like my mom. I grew up in Manhattan, New York. My dad made it his goal in life to make sure I could have anything I wanted and started working non-stop. Though my dad was trying to do everything for me, he really didn't acknowledge me much. He was usually at work all day and even had his own flat near his work place. I lived in a very modern and big New York penthouse that had an amazing view of the city. Though it was big, I and this house maid my dad had hired for me when he was away, it was usually just the two of us. I had everything I could've ever wanted and needed, but one thing I guess I lacked was the love and the feeling you were supposed to feel when you did something with your parents. Now thinking about it, I think that's how I've learned to not feel anything.
