"What's the point of standing, if you don't get back up when you fall?""What, me? Oh, I'm Aurora. Aurora Aramaik Void. But just call me by my first name, Aurora, please. I have quite a lot of nicknames, I guess you could say my nicknames have nicknames. You can call me Aura, Rora, Aur, Ror and Ra. My full name is pronounced
aw-ROHR-ah - ar-ra-mak - void. Yep. My name has a Latin Origin and means dawn. There was a Roman goddess named Aurora and in some variations of the fairytale Sleeping Beauty, the princess herself was named Aurora. And apparently, it's a very powerful name for people of the Pacific islands. I think my name suits me, because I'm just as pretty as Aurora Borealis. Hehe."
"Well... Ok...
I was about seven years old. My mother and father were playing with me. I had always loved the beads my mother would wear. They were ever so beautiful. But anyway, we weren't exactly the richest family, and we had to pay rent that day. My mother and father both knew that we couldn't afford it this time. But they would want their money, so we were in danger. In the horizon, I saw two figures coming towards us. "Who are they?" I asked. But no one answered me. Both my mother and father had worried looks on their faces. "Cross the stream with Aurora, take her to the free side," my mother said to my father. Then, my mother took off her beads and placed them in my paws. "Take good care of them, they're very special," she whispered into my ear. And before I could say anything else, my father took me away from her. I started to cry. The last thing I remember was the two figures I saw before, hurting my mother, and then she fell to the ground. I woke up the next day in a cave with my father. "Dad, what did they do to her?" My father smiled, "Don't worry, she's still alive. I'll take you to see her tomorrow." From that point on, I'd never really lived a proper life. Nothing was the same. Every weekend, my father would take me to see my mother in jail. But over the years, the visits became less frequent. One day, when I was about twelve, my father told me he had found a job, and we could have more money. I was thrilled, but then he told me that he would have to leave me. He said he would have to go away, and that I couldn't come with him. "But, but..." I said. And then he walked away from me. I cried. I cried loudly. And fortunately, a small girl found me. She took me in and cared for me. By the age of fifteen, the humans no longer wanted me. So I went back to live in the cave my father and I used to live in. I walked in and found my mother and father sitting in there together. I almost couldn't recognise them. And then the the hole in my heart was full again. I had both my parents, and that was all that mattered. I still live with my parents, and to me, my life is perfect...
So, I guess this story does have a happy ending."
"Well, I'm not the most social bean. I have my friends though. I hate to say it, but I'm a bit mean. I try to be nice, I honestly do, but I just can't. I'm defiantly flirty. And I'm pretty brave. I stand up for what I believe in. I'm not at all a wuss. In fact, I'm pretty tough. I'm very imaginative, and fairly smart. I'm not very helpful, though. I'm very mischievous, and brake the rules, lots. So yeah, I'm bad. I don't get offended easily, and people tend to think I'm cool. I guess I'm a bit of a bragger, but you'd brag too if you looked this good. I'm sneaky, and people tend not to trust me at first. Once you get to know me, you'll find I'm very loving of my friends and quite loyal. I would never betray anyone. I'm pretty sarcastic, though. And I get annoyed, and most likely annoy others, quite easily. I'm not really very forgetful, in fact I have a great memory. I love art and music. They'd have to be my number one passions. That's sort of the best I can do. It's hard to talk about yourself, after all, this is just how I see myself."