Hilltop Heights Boarding School (Semi.lit RP accepting)

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>> Anyone open for me?

[b r e e z y]

(I have Sage open.)

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

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✈extra info;
✈role// "Well, My social ranking is popular. So
I guess thats a start in what role I have."
✈favorite movie// " Well I enjoy dance very
much, so really any move associated with dance. There
an inspiration for me I guess, seeing some of the stories
of the best dancers. I think, just because I had a bad
start like some of these dancers donesnt mean I can't
be sucessful."
✈issues// " If you want to hear them that bad...
Due to dancing I need a tiny body, so in every sport where
image means a lot to your coach and judges, I have an eating
disorder. There are many of them so the one I have, the
technical term is bulimia. This is where I sometimes throw
up aftereating any meals. Yet I partly did this to myself in
some ways. One more thing I have is tire marks. also known
as I cut myself. I don't know why I do it, but i do and hate
it so much! The scars haunt me, I guess its addicting."
✈occupation// "Dance? I sometimes get
paid to preform in shows, and I get featured in
dance magazines. I make a nice amount of money
there, the endorsements are nice too."
✈fears// " Well i fear spiders, that's a big one.
There legs are long with the prickly dark hair. There big beedy
eyes scare me too, they show no emotion at all......
I also fear failure. I just don't want to be the girl that failed
in life, or burned out. I want to suceed and win in this dog
eat dog world. I have a fear of the ocean too. I fear
a shark will kill me, I just hate the idea of it. I had
this fear when I was little too, and watching shark
week never helps this fear go away either."

✈nicknames// " Well people call me Abi. which is
actually very common. Those who know I dance
call me the black swan. I like that one a lot for
some reason, it pretty much sums me up.
✈likes//" I only like one thing in this world really. Dance.
Its one of the only places I fit in. I'm so
good at it, dance is instinct. I'm not
being being labeled by the kids at school,
I'm not being called the cold one. It's
my home, and that's the most important
thing."
✈theme song// "ed sheeran - angels to fly"
✈favorite movie character// "Easy. Any shirtless guy."
✈crush// " Everyone pretty much has a dream guy. My dream guy
is tall and muscular. He would have to be interested in dance
just like i am. He has blue or gray eyes, maybe brown? I don't
really know. It's not something i think about... I really
don't have any crushes. I have no boyfriend or love interest.
So ' i'm on the market' as one would say. But you need to impress
me before you can truly earn my affection."

✈family// "There all dead. The living one is dead to me."
✈siblings// "Dead...."
✈pictures// copy right to original owners
✈form// copy right to brittle!!
✈use with// permission!
✈notes from author// Enjoy.

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in·san·i·ty
⇜
/inˈsanitē/
Noun
Completely Mad.

ᴬᴳᴱ✈"I was born on June the
seventeenth of the year nineteen ninety five. So that
makes me sixteen years of age, which is still rather
young.''
ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ✈ " Well my name is quite simple to say. Abigail Rose Watson.
You could probably tell by my last name that I am British
Well to start my first name comes from my grandmother
on my mums side of the family. Even in her old age she had
a light blonde colored hair. It was short where mine goes
down just past my shoulder blades which are very
easy to spot because i'm a rather petite girl. It is naturally
wavy, I wouldn't say I have curls.My middle name is Rose,
the grandmother on my fathers side, that was her name.
My mum didn't like it at first, but then it grew on her.
Granny Rose was about my height,5''9, when she was young,
and had the same dark brown eyes with streaks of black
in them. My last name comes from mum, Scarlet Marie
Watson. Most people just call me Abi , which is fine
ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ ✈"It's also quiet obvious I'm a female, everyone
knows this by when they look at you. There are hints
you know."
Hᴵˁᵀᴼᴿʸ ✈ " Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing.
My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night.
That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my
younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had
sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my
mums didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't
actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living
room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with
my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house.
And my mum, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled
into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears
stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my
room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me.
I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs,
turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep
no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to
hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked
down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them.
Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them.
But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But
I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom,
sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said,
it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you.
I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister.
Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she
kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother
died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran
upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from
her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door.
And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine.
The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in.
I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the
door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me,
and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained
to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance.
It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead
already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for
me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.

And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to
live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like
the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was
five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night
he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably
getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom
came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me,
she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything
she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen
and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me
hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me
to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he
lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually
I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen
though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got
into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later.
He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need
to survive. I started to pick up dance, thats where the extra money came from.
That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."
ᴾᴱᴿˁᴼᴺᴬᴸᴵᵀʸ ✈ " Some would describe me as sour candy? God I don't know
I don't really want to call myself sour. But i have a sweet
and sour side. I guess i have a sour shell almost, I look
sweet, but am not. When I want to be I'm sweet, I talk soft
and listen to what you have to say, i encourage you.
I might also stroke your ego a bit telling you how smart
you are things like that. I might even act like a mothering
roll to you if i like you. I support you when you need it, then
get mean when your wrong or do something wrong. Yet I
have a shell you have to break first to get to my sweet side.
At first I act cold and stuck up, maybe only skimming over
the questions you ask me. I'm not one to trust people so
i might seem slightly hesitant. Don't worry it's not you, it's
my little test to see if your a good enough person to stick
around and break my shell. which is hard to do, trust me.
I'm really mean at first, i might glance at you with narrowed
eyes, even walk away from you. Don't take it personal like I
said before. I sometimes feel bad if I hurt someones feelings
with my little test. I feel god awful. I'm a human, I have feelings"

ᴰᴱˁᶜᴿᴵᴾᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " My hair goes down to below my rib cage, so its
actually quiet long. It's bleach blonde with a few streaks of black
here and there. My hair is quiet thick and my hairline is on the
side of my head. My eyes are dark brown like chocolate, and
there streaked with black, which I think is rather interesting.
I have very profound cheek bones, and am rather skinny. Some
of my bones are visible, but i'm boney and tiny because i'm a
dancer. I have a big white smile any tiny feet, yes I said
tiny feet.I have long legs and am actually very muscular. I'm
5''9 at about 117 lbs. I have tattos on her wrists to hide the marks
of cutting. I Like how i'm tall and skinny with long blonde hair
and brown eyes.

ˁᴱˣᵁᴬᴸ ᴼᴿᴵᴱᴺᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " Straight as a board."

won-der
⇜
/won-dur/
Noun
A marvel.

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[Starfalling]

(Where should they meet?)

[Sandra Dee;]

(Ummm how about ... the library ? If theres one)

[mmhorselover4]

After endless hours of practicing dressage Marie lead Buttercup to the barn,untacked her and hosed her down. Buttercup tossed her head up and shakes causing water to fly everywhere. "Silly Buttercup", Marie said.
Marie lead Buttercup back to her stall and feed her an apple and her dinner oats.
Then Marie tacked Bolt and loaded her saddle bags with her art supplies, books, food, water and first aid kit.
She walked him out of the stable and trotted him to the trail which lead to the apple orchard.

[Starfalling]

(Ok.

[b r e e z y]

(Okay )

Amber
She walked out of her dorm. She had some time before the volleyball game. She was going to watch it, to be supportive. She sat down on the stair case. She had her earbuds in, drawing while listening to music. She was ignoring most of the things happening around her. She was listening to one of her playlists, which had a pretty wide range of bands and artists.

[b r e e z y]

(Anyone open for Sage?)

[mmhorselover4]

Marie cantered Bolt until the reached the apple orchard, which was not very far.
Marie lead Bolt through the rows of trees until the reached the loan willow tree in the outer coner of the orchard.
Then Marie put a halter on Bolt, took of the bridle, then let him graze.
Marie took out her sketch pad and sketching pencils,and began to to sketch Bolt grazing in the apple orchard.