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[w a l l f l o w e r]

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Flare Roseline Sanders
July 13, 1991
Age: 17
Female
Single, for now(;

It's What On The Inside That Counts

Hi, my name is Flare. There are some things you must know about me. I love to read. My favorite novel is War and Peace. I also love to write and draw. My drawings are mostly sketches and unfinished, and my writing are mostly poems. I prefer poems over haikus. Well if you need to know me that well, talk to me sometime.

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall. Who's Fairest Of Them All?

Height: 5' 3
Weight: 113
Clothing Style: She likes to wear very girl dresses and her favorite floral slip ons. She also likes to wear letterman jackets.
Scars: She has a scar underneath her chin from when she was only 5 years old.
Hair Color: Dirt blonde, but mostly blonde.
Eye Color: Blue

Love Life

Status: Single, not for long though. I mean I'm irrisistable. Or as Asher likes to say, irritating.
Crush: Last time I check, no.
Dating: Nope.
Girlfriend/Boyfriend: Nada
Married: I'm not the marrying type of girl, well maybe its because I'm 19.
Kids: Noo.

Living Style

Car: I don't have a car, I usually take the bus.
Pet: I have a lab puppy named, Racer.
House: I have a tiny house.

[sawyer beans.]

Im not sure your semi-lit enough....send me a a example of your writing through pm <<

[w a l l f l o w e r]

Okay.

[sawyer beans.]

Thanks <<

[w a l l f l o w e r]

Your welcome.

[sawyer beans.]

Check the first page! I fixed up the pairs! <<

[w a l l f l o w e r]

Sounds good! If you want I could fix up my form and repost? It may take awhile though.

[flare ♥]

REGAN

Regan nodded, remembering all the details of Marek's past. "Thats great." She said, a bright smile lingering on her face. She could see a few girls staring at them throughout the halls.

[R A I N]

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James sat on his motorbike in front of the gym. His arms resting on his helmet. It was one of those days that made him wonder why he stayed in this town. There wasn't anything here for him. The Gym was the only place he enjoyed being at regularly, that and the bar. It had been three years since Flare had left and three years since he really cared about anyone. He slowly climbed off of the motorcycle and walked towards the gym, back pack hanging from his shoulder

{{Is that fine, sapphirewolf? or d you want to be the stay? And who's asher. Rains paired up with him.}}

[w a l l f l o w e r]

{{Asher and Flare are both my charries, brother and sister.}}

Flare

She sat on the sidewalk her hands pressed her forehead, waiting for the next bus to come. No car, Asher is not responding to text or call, and the bus is running late. She wore a baggy grey sweatshirt, covering her tight white undershirt. She had on skinny jeans and boots. The weather made her hair stick to her face as she wiped away with a bridge across her nose.