(I'll be making a guy later.)
You forgot me,
You forgot me.
Left me with my sins.
Cried myself to sleep each night,
Just prayin you'd come back.
Falling stars, just like my tears.
Terrified of the night,
And the dreams it would bring.
Filled with you, always you.
I cried out all my tears.
I'm changing my ways
I'm changing today.
I'll be a better friend, lover, and person.
I'll care for those who have are poor,
I'll pity those who have no heart.
I'll smile brighter, like the sun.
I'll change today,
Getting better, everyday.

{ - Full - Name - }
Mikayla Saylor Janson
{ - Nick - Names - }
Kayla
{ - Gender - }
Girl
{ - Age - }
Sixteen
{ - Orientation - }
Straight
{ - Basic Description - }
Kayla is a small girl of only 5'4. She's slender and willowy, tiny. She weighs only around 90 pounds. Her legs and arms are long and thin, and very muscular. She holds an inner strength, a wiry, athletic strength. She is petite and graceful, with a curving, feminine body. SHe has the obdy of a dancer, for dancing is what she did before the island wreck. Dancing and music, such as the piano and cello. Her fingers are long and thin, her hands and feet small and delicate. Always smelling like a flower, Kayla has an air of graceful beauty about her. She has long brunette hair that spills down past her shoulders, but is usually pulled up into a high, tight bun. Her face is narrow, her eyes blue and framed with thick black lashes. Her nose is small, and her lips full and cherry red. Almost always dressed in simple leggings, flats, and a shirt, her style is a carefre elegance. She can make most outfits look good on her, but does not emphasize upon her dancer's body or her beauty. Instead, she rarely wears makeup and dresses however she chooses; whether that be a dress one day or a beatles shirt and old jeans the next.
{ - Personality - }
Kayla, at first glance, could be seen as a shy and meek girl. And yes, she is shy, at first. But meek, no. Kayla doesn't talk much, and is very quiet and smart when it comes to educatoin. To a stranger, she is simply the girl next door; shy, smart, cute. But to people who know her, Kayla is much, much more.
With a huge heart and full of compassion and sympathy, Kayla is one of the sweetest girls you'll ever meet. She fights for animal rights, and loves both animals and nature. Back home she had a yellow lab named Daisy, and a jack russel terrier named Dot. As well as a cat named Zeus. She was the bright kid in advanced math and humanities, the one who joined all the clubs that would help the world. She was the girl who most guessed would be going to somewhere like Princeton, or Yale.
A funny, witty person, she could usually make people laugh. Whether this was by just being her quirky, humorous self, or by making the stupidest jokes ever. She liked making people laugh, and was easy to make smile or laugh herself. She definately wouldn't have been the group leader, but the girl in the pack that suggested fun and probably troublesome things to do. Like dying their hair, sneaking into the schoool at night. She's got a devilish side, and is very mischevious.
Very creative. Kayla excells at poetry, writing, and music. As well as art. She was selected from her state to put her artwork in a national show for kids her age. She's had many fun experiences, annd is a loyal, loving person. She plays the cello and piano, or did at least, back home. Sometimes, now, on the island, she sings in a clear sweet voice, trying to at least hold on to some sort of memory from back home.
Though definately not the ideal person to be in this situation, she is a survivalist. Kayla will do what it takes to survive. A tough and tenacious girl, she is stubborn and will raise her voice to be heard above the others. Calm and practical, she is often turned to for advice on many things. From emotions to relationships, to what plants are edible. She's read so many books in her lifetime, that she knows a lot. She makes friends with most and ties to be at peace with everyone. Fights are dealt with and friendships repaired with her.
Though a smart, practical young girl, she has found herself head over heels for a few guys. Her relationships have been sweet, but short. All she knows is that love will find her eventually, and for now, best to be at peace with your exes and remain friends, no matter the hurt inflicted on both sides. Relationships are hard. She doesn't look at what a guy looks like, but more of whats on the inside. She just wants a kind, caring boyfriend, who's maybe even funny too.
{ - History - }
Kayla was born and raised in England nutil the age of twelve, when she moved to Maine. Her mother was a professional cello player, her father an author and professor. Her family was well off, and Kayla was given the finest education possible. From boarding schools to private school, her parents would switch her school every so often to get a different view of things. They wanted her to be open-minded and intelligent. She traveled abroad a lot, due to her being in a special group in the church. She had danced since the age of four, and never stopped. Kayla was on her way to becoming a professional dancer, and was on her way to a dancing school when the crash happened, and she ended up on the island. She still hopes and prays everyday for people to come take her home, but has been forced to accept her situation.
{ - Person you Trust the most - }
She doesn't really know anyone yet, so no one. But this will change with time.
{ - Crush - }
Not knowing anyone, she doesn't really know yet. She wants to get to know a guy first.
{ - Lover - }
None.
{ - Kids -}
Nope, not likely.
{ - Other - }
Of course I didn't read the rules, why in the world would I do that?
JUST KIDDING! Of course I read the rules!
it's been a long time since I've been here. perhaps I'll stay awhile.