ｉ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

Justin
|The On and Off|In his car|Driving to school|Eighteen|
Justin Woke up early. He usually sleeps in but today he just had the urge to actually wake up on time. He dragged his body out of the warm bed and he ran his fingers through his hair. Yawning, Justin rubbed his eyes and slowly trudged to his bathroom. His bathroom was connected to his room. Fancy right? He took a quick shower and put some after shave and cologne on. Manly smelling his littlest sister would always tease. He combed and gelled his hair into spike on the top of his head and went back into his stil dark room. He pulled down on the shades and they instantly flew up letting the just rising sun to let in a little bit of light. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of old worn blue jeans and a button up white shirt. He wasn't dressing up for anything it's just what he felt like wearing. He grabbed his back pack and headed for the bathroom once again. After brushing his teeth he went down stairs and grabbed a peice of toast and a small glass of water. He looked at the clock before walking out the door. Normally he would still be sleeping. He smirked at the digital clock and went into the garage and started the ignition on his car. He pulled out of the driveway and turned on his radio. School he thought to himself, just great, becuase I love school! the sarcasm in his voice suprised himself. He decided to just forget about school until he actually got there. He turned up the music and returned his attention to the roads.

Erin
|The Shy Couple|At the school|At her locker|Eighteen|
Erin awoke early to hre alarm clock beeping annoyingly in her ear. She groaned and turned over in her bed to turn it off. She slapped the top of it but it still kept beeping. "Stupid alarm clock" she swore softley to herslef trying to find the plug for the clock. It was broken again. HSe yanked the cord and the room went slinet and dark. She fell back onto her bed with a loud sigh. She hoisted herself out of her bed and crawled slowly to her closet. She had set a pair of clothes out earlier that night that she was planning on wearing but she decided to ear something else. She picked out a red shirt and pair of skinny jeans that had a few rips in them. She happily looked at her reflection in the mirror and stalked off into the bathroom. She had taken a shower the previous night so she had no need to take one this morning. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and wrapped a red bandana around her head for a headband. She lazily brushed her teeth and and washed her face. She put on a little bit of make-up before grabbing her shoulder bag and running down the hall into the kitchen. Her mom had already laid out some whole grain waffles, which Erin quickly ate them but before had drenched them in a pound of maple syrup. She grabbed the truck keys on the counter and went out side. Her truck was not parked in the garage but in the drive way so the inside of the truck was a little cold. She turned up the heat and drove out of the driveway.
Erin reached the school a few minutes later. She hopped down down from the truck with a lift kit, her shoes landing with a smal thud on the paved parking lot. She grabbed her bag form the passenger seat and walked from the student parking lot to the school. Her locker was in something called the pits. They were just indentations in the floor that would hold about a 100 locker each. Hers was in the middle so it was very crowded. She would always bump into people. So she made a goal of getting to her locker early in the morning. She unlocked the combination lock and opened her locker.She grabbed her books for her first class.

[Speak]

Hey can I reserve the set up girl? I'm just finishing up my form}}

[Speak]

XD thanks}}

“ＩＮ ＡＲＴ， ＴＨＥ
ＨＡＮＤ ＣＡＮ
ＮＥＶＥＲ ＥＸＥＣＵＴＥ
ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ
ＨＩＧＨＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ
ＴＨＥ ＨＥＡＲＴ
ＣＡＮ
ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ．”

~ｒａｌｐｈ ｗａｌｄｏ ｅｍｅｒｓｏｎ

ＬＩＡＮＮＡ ＴＯＭＬＩＮ

Uh…Hey, I’m Lianna, Lianna Tomlin. No middle name, I don’t really see the point of one really, no one uses them…except to make fun of you so I’m happy my parents were happy with just Lianna. I’m seventeen turning eighteen on the twentieth of February, it’s actually not that bad of a birthday…everyone’s here for it but I kinda gave up on parties a few years ago so I guess that doesn’t really matter anymore does it? And to clarify if there are any slow people in the audience I am a girl, have been for about seventeen years now.

Name; Like Lianna said her name is, Lianna Tomlin. When she was little people called her Lilly but she stopped using that nickname after jr. high. Her classmates found it funny to call her Billy because it rhymed with Lilly, after three years she went back to using her real name Lianna, but her father will always call her her Lilly. Her father, surprisingly, named her Lianna. Her mother was really sick after giving birth so he was the one that filled out the birth certificate. Choosing Lianna was easy for him, it was the name of his sister who had died when they were both very small; he was eleven and she was eight, he’d left her alone in the front yard while their parents were gone. Next thing he heard was screeching of tires and a blaring horn. Lianna’s father has always felt guilt over his sisters death and so to honor her, he named his baby girl Lianna.
Age; Lianna is seventeen years old. Almost done with school and hopefully moving onto a suitable profession, hopefully something involving desserts or art. Either way she would be incredibly happy because those are her two favourite things to do.

Well-uh, what I look like? Well no one has told me that I look beautiful. Except my father but that’s kinda his job so, yeah. I have brown hair that sort of changes it’s tone in different lights and it’s also starting to grey a bit. My skin is slightly tanned and my eyes are kind of like an asians but not quite as…squinty? So yes I do look a bit asian but I am not!

Looks; Lianna has pale skin, she doesn’t tan in the summer because she feels that it’s too much of a bother just to make herself look attractive. Besides how do you think people get skin cancer? While she does like spending time outside Lianna will wear sunscreen, better pale than cancer.
Her face is small, with full lips and a small nose the most important feature is her eyes, duh, Lianna’s eyes are hazel with a light ring of blue surrounding the pupil. Now Lianna isn’t one to obsess over her looks, in fact she doesn’t even like to look in the mirror and will avoid it, but she does like her eyes. She always says that it’s her one acceptable feature.
Framing her face is an abundance of wavy milk chocolate-y, hair. Lianna has never been able to tame her waist length mass of curls, unless it involved three cans of hair spray and an expert hair stylist, it’s almost like it has a mind of it’s own. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her hair but she just wishes that she could straighten it in less than three hours. If she’s drawing or painting Lianna usually puts her hair up in a bun where she can stick all sorts of artistic utensils.
Lianna’s body type is slim and feminine and she hates it. When people see her they automatically assume she’s a delicate flower that needs someone to take care of her for the rest of her life but they couldn’t be more wrong. She’s not a delicate flower and her arms and legs are strong from all the swimming she does but does anyone notice that? No, of course not.
Lianna does have one tattoo, designed by her so even if someone has a similar design it wouldn’t be the exact same, tattooed on her back are two wings, they cover her shoulder blades and part of her shoulders on each side. Black white and grey Lianna didn’t tell her father about them for a year after she got them but it was kind of unavoidable in the summer. Surprisingly though her father wasn’t as mad as Lianna thought he would be.

So…well. There isn’t much to say about my history. My mom died when I was really small so I don’t really remember her but my dad still does. We don't talk of her but I can always feel her hanging over us like a cloud, yeah I know it's healthy to miss her but...I don't know I think he misses her too much.

“ᵂᴴᴼ ᴬᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴼ ᴶᵁᴰᴳᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ ᴵ ᴸᴵᵛᴱ﹖
ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴾᴱᴿᶠᴱᶜᵀ
⁻ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴸᴵᵛᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ⁻
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴮᴱᶠᴼᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ˁᵀᴬᴿᵀ ᴾᴼᴵᴺᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿˁˑˑˑ
ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ˁᵁᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴴᴬᴺᴰˁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᶜᴸᴱᴬᴺ﹗”
~ᴮᴼᴮ ᴹᴬᴿᴸᴱʸ

Personality; Introvert. This is what she is, who she is, this isn't something that must be crushed out of her heart and soul. Being an introvert just means that she doesn't love crowds and groups of people, she prefers being in quiet places surrounded by only books and the sweet sound of music. Obviously this excludes school as even the libraries are loud and obnoxious but other than that libraries are the best place to be. While she doesn't really love it, sometimes Lianna will pretend that she loves it at least for her fathers sake. When they have to go to parties and the like she will act like the perfect angle. Literally, there's a halo that pops up on top of her head when she's in front of her neighbours and father. School is a different story though, at school Lianna is stuck to the walls and corners, she wishes to be left in peace so she doesn't run out of 'battery' or energy.
Dreamer. Lianna isn't one to stay firmly rooted to the planet for more than a few minutes, she loves to daydream and that may be the only reason why she doesn't do amazingly well in class. That's why Lianna loves the art room, the teachers actually condone daydreaming because like a wise man once said "In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.".
Independent. Contrary to what a whole lot of people believe Lianna is very independent, when her fathers away on business she's at home alone. Cooking, cleaning and yes, she can do all that but she doesn't need and or want to do those kinds of things for any guy. If she's ever in a relationship with someone she wants them to provide just as much as her. Equal.

History; After Lianna was born her mother got sick. Really sick, the doctors couldn’t help her and she died. Lianna doesn’t remember anything about her and she only knows what her mother looks like because of the pictures in their house. Sometimes she thinks that her father misses her mother…too much, he still hasn’t cleaned out her clothes and there’s still a beauty table bursting full of her mother’s make-up. Every time she suggests that they get rid of her mothers’ stuff he says “Yeah honey, we’ll do it this weekend.” and it never happens.
Her father is a business man, does consulting work for companies. Sometimes this takes him far away from home but Lianna really doesn’t mind, he always calls every night to make sure that she’s safe and to let her know that he’s safe. He’s only gone for at most two weeks and then he’s home. Lianna was born in Sarnia Ontario but they moved down here to Oklahoma when she was three so that her father could expand his consulting business and yes.
All her mothers stuff followed them here only know it’s in boxes in the garage.

The questions keep coming…yes I am dating someone. His name’s Drake and we are not soul mates. I wish that kind of stuff existed but really? I don’t think soul mates could ever truly exist…I mean yeah I like -possibly even love - him but, we’re in high school, I still have the rest of my life.

[InfernalDevices<3]

(( Hiya ash!!!! Sorry it took me so long to even post! I've been meaning to but I've been really really busy! I'm reserving this spot to make a form:) hopefully it'll be up soon!))

[K O D A X.]

{ there are two liana's.. I kinda wanted to switch my girl out anyway.. do you want me to? }

[Speak]

❧ＬＩＡＮＮＡ

The Set Up

Age; Seventeen
Wearing; ✒
Where; School

When Lianna’s alarm went off she groaned and moaned but didn’t get out of bed, it wasn’t until the thing had been going off for five minutes that she finally rolled over and slammed her hand down on the off button with more force than was most likely necessary. Rolling out of bed she didn’t bother glancing at the time —it was still dark out so she had lots of it to get to school— because today was a special day; her dad was going to China today as part of his job. Yeah. Exciting for him, not so much for Lianna who had said good-bye to her dad hundreds of times before. Stumbling downstairs she went straight for the coffee, the strong odor already making her feel a bit more alive, sitting at the table she watched her dad running up and down the stairs checking and double checking that he had everything while she ate a breakfast of waffles and an orange. “Ok, honey. Bye-be good!” he said as he was reaching for the handle.
“Uh-dad? Didn’t you forget something?” Lianna asked him smiling like she knew something he didn’t.
Turning back to her he scratched his head “No…I think I have everything…”.
“Right…so you weren’t planning on wearing shoes?” she said laughing while she pointed at his shoe-less feet, the socks not matching.
Once he had everything Lianna said good-bye and promised to be ‘good’ and while she wouldn’t do anything too crazy she wasn’t going to be a perfect angle either. As soon as the door shut between them Lianna was upstairs and changing; slipping into ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt, she knew that her tattoo would be very visible but who cares? It wasn’t anyones business but hers. Grabbing one of her many hats and her hamsa pendant she was almost ready to head to school. The only things she was missing were her boots and her bag which she grabbed at the front door.
Sticking both buds into her ears Lianna started her music putting her entire library on shuffle for her music was music it didn’t matter who was playing what. Walking with the rhythm Lianna was at school in no time, sadly. she noticed a group of ‘popular’ girls who enjoyed making others feel terrible “Hey Billy! We here you got a boyfriend, that true?” the one girl asked her while the others snickered behind her “Was he really that desperate?”. Rolling her eyes Lianna clenched her jaw, she wanted to say something but really, what was the point? She’d only be giving them more ammunition, so instead she walked past without uttering a single word.
When she got to her locker she spun the combo once and yanked, wouldn’t open. spun it again, still not opening. Kicking her locker she gave a huff of frustration, great, all her books were in there. When her ‘boyfriend’ greeted her, she turned to him; he wasn’t all that bad really but she didn’t love him. They hadn’t gotten together by choice and she was supposed to love him immediately? Yeah right. “Can’t get the stupid lock open. That’s what’s up.” she told him suddenly a bit more self-conscious about her tattoo, she guessed that Drake didn’t know about that little detail yet.


@K O D A X. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize there was already a Liana!}}

[Anuran]

•“ｍｙ ｆａｕｌｔ, ｍｙ ｆａｉｌｕｒｅ,ｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐａｓｓｉｏｎｓ ｉ ｈａｖｅ, ｂｕｔ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｌａｃｋ ｏｆ ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ.”
•“ｗｈａｔ’ｓ ｉｎ ｓｔｏｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ ｉ ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｔａｋｅ?”

ｑｕｉｎｎ ｐａｒｋｅｒ
ｎｉｎｅｔｅｅｎ
ｔｒｉｃｋｓｔｅｒ

ＳＯ ＫＩＤ, ＹＯＵ ＧＯＴ Ａ ＮＡＭＥ？
"Firstly, don't call me 'kid'. Ever. My name happens to be Quinn Jackson Parker, and I go by Quinn. My name is the name of a dreamer, a ruffneck; and it's something I'll have until the day I die. I ever catch you mocking it, you'll regret gaining my aquaintance. Don't get the wrong image of me; I'm not some punk who'll gut you like a fish. But I enjoy being on top."

ＡＬＲＩＧＨＴ ＱＵＩＮＮ.. Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＢＩＴ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＹＯＵ？
"I've been living here on this polluted, tarnished green and blue marble for nineteen long, intense years. Mon anniversaire? I was born on June thirteenth, nineteen-ninety-three, in a quiet, backwater town in the slums of North Carolina. My father, Bentley, was never in my life. I am completely honest when I tell you that I have no idea where he is, nor could I care less. My mother, Marissa, is my heroine. I love her, and I feel it's my duty to protect her and my young brother, Dalton; who is nearly four. I currently do odd jobs for money; a gig at a local reastraunt, fixing the neighborhood's motorcycles, anything to get a few hundred bucks in my family's wallet."

ＩＮＴＥＲＥＳＴＩＮＧ. ＮＯＷ, ＡＢＯＵＴ ＹＯＵ？
"Persistant, aren't you? Well, about me... hm..
In public, I am a completely different Quinn than the deep, poetic

freakshow locked in my head. At school, I'm literally the life of the student body; my antics and 'swagger', you could say, keeps the dull, grey, muddle-ful lectures from becoming naptime. I'm a badboy, of sorts, except for the fact that I'm quite likeable. See, if I were me, inside my head, I'd be locked in some psycho ward faster than a room is cleared when a white kid says 'yolo'. In a nutshell, I'm a fake, but they love me. I would rather be loved as someone I'm not, and keep my true thoughts in my heart and to myself, than to be myself and be hated. No matter what anyone says about being yourself, no one is allowed to do so. Your mind will not let you, trust me."

ＯＨ, ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ Ａ ＳＷＥＥＴＨＥＡＲＴ..
"A sweetheart? You're kidding. My love life and romances are rather sporadic; I've had five girlfriends my entire life. Alyssa Malton, Ebony Marie Hawkins, Jordan Lee, Lissa Brown, and my last, and quite possibly the love of my life, Anayise Lay Duncan. See, I'm not the type of guy who bounces from girl to girl. I believe in long-term relationships, and trying to make things work. I don't lie when I tell someone that I love them; I guess because I don't want to turn out like my father, and I don't want my children to ever be like me."

ＹＯＵ ＳＡＹ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ Ａ ＤＲＥＡＭＥＲ.
"I guess you could call me that, though no one would believe you. See, at school and out on the town, I'm your classic cocky show-off. I guess being able to feel like I'm the chizz makes me feel like no one can bring me down; that no one can stop me. I'm invincible. My girl and my family are the only living, breathing people who know the real Quinn, and

it'll stay like that for as long as I live. Don't get me wrong, I love the way I am. I love the life I lead, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. But, I know it is far from perfect. I'll never be 'normal', but I don't really care to be one of the masses."

ＱＵＩＮＮ ＪＡＣＫＳＯＮ ＰＡＲＫＥＲ
"I'm nineteen years old. I have multiple persona's, and there's nothing wrong with that. My biggest dream is to be a father figure to someone; to be someone that someone can look up to. I would love to be someone's hero. I live with my mother and my little brother, but I plan to move out within the next year or so. I'm a complete fool in public, but I'm quick to make friends and establish boundaries. I take all relationships seriously, and I cherish every breathe I'm given. I don't want to live past fifty - the thought of aging scares me. I never want to meet my father, and I want to be the father I never had to my kids, if I ever have any. Now that you know me... judge me all you like."

[Speak]

❧ＬＩＡＮＮＡ

The Set Up

Age; Seventeen
Wearing; ✒
Where; School

Moving aside while the 'master' tried and failed to open her stubborn lock, she wondered if it was just plain broken or if she'd gotten the combo wrong --No...I only have one so that's right, so why won't the thing open?-- as she was trying to come up with possibilities she noticed that Drake had stopped trying, oh yes he was the true master, of failing. But when he bent over it so no one could see what he was doing she raised an eyebrow, when it came off looking very much like it would never lock again she gave a tiny gasp. Looking to him as he told her to 'blame it on the bullies' she still had her mouth slightly open, "Thanks but now your paying for the new lock." she told him regaining what little composure she had left, replacement locks were like five, ten bucks so she really wasn't asking for much. Opening the door she grabbed all the books that she needed and one or two that she wanted before shutting the door and hanging the lock so that it stayed closed although it could easily be opened if someone took the time to notice.
Slinging the backpack over her shoulder once again she looked up when he asked her if she was doing anything later. The 'no' was on the tip of her tongue and ready to fly but she stopped herself, he'd just helped her with the locker...and she didn't want to be rude, again. Debating back and forth in her head she could feel the hairs on her arm raising up as he stared. Glancing at his face she knew the look on his face. As he came back from whatever fantasy he'd been dreaming about Lianna was just a tad happy he was embarrassed about it. "Nothing, my dad's out of town so...I'm free." she said staring ahead of her, this felt so incredibly awkward but she knew that sooner or later they'd have to actually go out, "What'd you have in mind?" she added as an after thought.

[K O D A X.]

If we get caught, I’m deaf and you don’t speak English..

The name blondie?: Brylane Elizabeth Waters
any nicknames?: Bry, Bry-Bry, Brylie
gender: "Female dip-sh*t."
age: "Seventeen, that doesn't keep me from clubin'."
nationality: Full bread from Britin.

“So first off, let me tell you what the pronunciation of my first name really is. People love to call me Bry-Lane. Well, it’s not. My name isn’t Bryson either, which is what
my teachers love to first call me when I come in the room, my name isn’t Breaylen, Brylane,
or Bry-Bry, I hate that nick name. The way to pronounce the bry, is just like the word fry,
instead a b instead of an f. Lane, is pronounced Lin, I now its spelled lane, but its Lin,
remember that. Elizabeth Waters are pretty self-explanatory. So, put Bry and Lin together,
and you get the mixture of Brylane. Remember my little mini lesson, because I get pretty upset
when my name gets pronounced wrong. Thank and you. Ok, my only two nicknames that I usually
get called are Brylie and Bry. Brylie is basically Rylie with a B in front of it; my close friends
usually call me that. So, that somewhat explains that.

Anyway, if you haven’t already noticed my long hair and hour glass body figure you must be
stupider than I thought to ask my gender. Well, I’m a female, as rude as you sound I know its
procedure. Alright, now getting a little personal in my opinion, but, if you must know, I’m straight.
Not like, curvy-straight, I’m straight. Sorry ladies. I sincerely hope all of this information will be
shown to your stalker of an employer for needing to know all of this. Wrong. I wish you wouldn’t, Oh,
the criminal record? How sweet of you to ask, Sit down buddy, this might take a little while. So, my
first 911 call was for when I stole from this convenient store, I got a fine for stealing cigarettes but,
who’s to blame me? My three years after that, I spent getting DYIs and busted with a things of weed
but, why is it their problem? So, after a while, I ended up spending four months in jail, a bail of two
thousand dollars, if you must know. But, I don’t regret it. It’s not unlikely you’ll see me on the bad
streets of town, shouting at a police officer saying I’m not guilty for a crime even though we all
know I am. So, there’s your regular, every day, average, teenager. Now, what else could you possibly
want from me? Besides my ID?"

"Now, to sum me up in a few word, I think you would say: Loud, Annoying, Crazy, strong, and, as my sister says, "poddy mouth"

Firstly, Loud. I seem to get that alot according to my nieghbors, since they scream and say I'm a handful and a half, metaphorically speaking. I get it from my mum, who was a party goer at my age as well. Since my dad ran over a kid while he was drunk and then fled the city, people really are a bit standoffish towards me, unless you've seen me at a party and decided I'm a "decent" person, which really means I'm all they've got.

People also love to say I'm annoying, because, well. Look at me. I'm a sexy beast and people feel intimidated, so, they try to do the impossible, stand up to me. I'm no bully, but I don't take sh*t from anybody. So, hearing me scream and shout is called annoying, I guess. But to me, it's a normal voice. At least I don't have a high pitched Minney Mouse voice like some girls. Annoying! I'm funny, haha. So, anyway, I really do get called annoying because of my loud a** mouth and my overbareing attitude. But, whatever.

So, I'm also known as dare-devilish and a little crazy, I hate getting called crazy. It's a stuipid word, in my honest opinion, I'm not that crazy. But, just because I jumped on a trampoline to get onto my roof to drink a little vodka and feel to then brake my ankle, people think I'm insane. But, like it's any of their buisness anyway. I guess I can be a bit much, esspecially when I'm drinking or high. Which, happens quite often. Let me tell you a story, so, once. I was at this party right? And no, I'm not high I'll take a breath test after I tell the story got it? So, I was sitting there, drinking a beer and smoking a ciggarette, when my friend came up and scared me, so, my chair fell back and I went straight into the punch I had spiked only minutes before, I guess it's kind of karma, for spiking it.

So, I'm strong. funny, and I also have the mouth of a trucker, as my mom says. I've always stood up for the under dogs, smacked a few kids around in my junior high days for bullies beating on other kids. But, that doesn't make me a bad person. I'm pretty strong too, considering I was a gymnast until I was busted for being anorexic. So, I was kicked out. Anyway, I have the mouth of a trucker. I cuss and scream and shout at people constantly, sh*t, even my teachers are so used to me cussing they just ignore me when I cuss a kid out.. I guess I kind of have a bad habit, but, who's to blame me?"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Brylan, was born in West Virginia, her European parent's came to America to find Brylan's older sister, Alexa, who had left Europe with her boyfriend. See, Brylan's parent's were oil ompany owners and they had arranged for Alexa to marry another man's son who had a monopoly of oil companies. Alexa, being the rebel she was, decided to leave Europe with her boyfriend. Obviously, she didn't get very far because she was still at the airport trying to get a ride when their parent's found her, only moments later on that cool November's day, Brylan's mother began having heavy contractions and only four hours later, Brylan Elizabeth Waters was born at 11:59 pm.

Soon, their parent's began to argue, the arguing got so bad her father packed and took a one way ticket to America. Brylan and Alexa, Along with her other brothers and sisters, were left with her single mother in Europe. Now, Virginia was only a toddler now. And, she really didn't understand
why her mother cried each night or why she got upset all the time and blamed it all on Alexa.

Alexa was like her mother growing up. She took car of her and basically kept her safe. When Brylan turned five, she started school, and so on and so forth. But, when she turned thirteen, and became a cheerleader. She developed, an eating disorder. Brylan was a flyer. So, she had to watch her wieght. She decided the only way to loose wieght, was to not eat and work out, all the time. She devolped anorexia. She later lost twenty pounds, going almost thirty out of her regular wieght zone. She was then hospitalised, and almost died. When she got out, she spent three months in a rehabilitation center designed for eating disorders. She was soon released, and taken off the cheer team.

So, when Brylan turned fifteen, she began drinking, partying, even having
sex. She became out of control. She was a total mess hat her mother could barely stand her, almost everyone turned their backs on her until she finally quit. Only when she excepted Christ. See, she was around fifteen when she and her mother, along with her step dad and siblings, attended an Apostolic church, they had always attended one but, Brylan quit going when she became addicted. She still kept her hair long, Now a days it falls to her waist, just above her, Young, Wild, and Free tattoo.

When Bry was sixteen, she had almost given up hope her father would come back. Two days later, I care came into the drive and a brunette man came out. Brylan remembers screaming, Daddy! Then running out to great him. See, Brylie's life after her dad left wasn't all roses and rainbows, she was
verbally abusing and physically abusive to her. Seeing her father she almost jumped out of her skin when he offered to take him with her to his home in America. Of course, She took the choice, along with Alexa they both moved.

Being a beautimous European and speaking fluent in every European culture she was almost afraid to move to America. But, once she got here she made a great group of friends, also known as drinking buddies, and got right back into her old ways of drinking. She soon fell into bulimia, where she still is. While she drinks, smokes, and parties. She has a terrible desiese.

likes:
[*] Vodka
[*] Parties
[*] Swimming
[*] Summer
[*] Rain
[*] Cookies
[*] Pitbulls
[*] Music
[*] Christmas

dislikes:
[*] Insects
[*] Upsetting People
[*] tornadoes
[*] Lame parties
[*] Annoying people
[*] Bullies
[*] People who make
fun of her accent

height: 5'4
weight: 82 pounds, bulimic
hair color: Bleach blonde
eye color: Crystal Blue
body modifications (tattoos/piercings): Young wild and free tramp stamp and her ears and belly button pierced.

Well, I guess I'll start from the top and work my way down? Okay, so my hair. It's a dark shade of brown, in the summer it gets lighter brown undertones, naturally of course. From the sun. I'll often wear it down, where it falls several inches above my naval. Less often, I'll try a fancy up do which more often than not, just ends up as a messy bun. Overall, I guess it's pretty average, though I've always wanted to try something daring and get it cut super short..

My eyes are a cold crystal blue. At least that's what I've been told.. In my opinion there just blue. Common, non-interesting, blue. Sometimes, I can see lighter flicks of blue near my irises, but that's only once in a blue moon.

My skins naturally pretty fair, but I'm a cheater. I go tanning, spray not booth, once every three weeks. I know, it's horrible, but not as bad as going booth tanning! The way I see it, I'm not really hurting anything by going tQanning, except maybe my wallet.. Oh well haha at least I'm not pale!

I would say that I'm average height, I'm definitely not short and I'm defiantly not tall. So yeah, that places me right on average, 5'4" and ***lbs. Pfft. I wouldn't give away that number, if my life depended on it. But you can know, I'm not fat and I'm not stick skinny. Like I said, perfectly average.

sexual orientation: straight
crush: None of your buisness sweet thing..
girlfriend: "Hello? Look at me?"
exes: I've had a few

Its all true, I'm as single as a pringle. My sexuality is straight for your information, and I just got out of a relationship. Sadly, boys now a days go for the girls who get plastic surgery and are known as "the cheese tray" because they get passed around so many times at parties. I'm somewhat cruel about this but, when girl's get plastic surgery, and they get hit and their plastic crap pops out, its pretty funny. I've laughed my butt off so many times watching preps squel.

I've had my crushes in the past. But, none have really worked out. I've went out with them once and end up with a hang over the next morning because they dragged me out to a party. So, I've somewhat tried staying away from the stuck up jocks and went to the soccor players. They're adorable! Thank you for listening to my annoying complaints. Well. Good bye.

pets : Knocks
anything else: not much hun.

I have one pet, a Chocolate brown pitbull named Knocks. Now, as you can see, my life has been kind of a hectic ride so, thanks for hanging on. Well, I'll see you around then? Bye, love!

[K O D A X.]

B R Y L A N W A T E R S
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- - - - The cold wind struck my face with such force I almost fell back into my seat, the seatbelt restraining me, my brother sat next to me, stone still. I screeched, the car swerving down the road, jolting left and right. I screamed, grasping for my brother, as he looked at me. And disappeared into thin air, “Joseph!” I yelled, falling face first into the leather seat. The car tilted, falling down the hill, stopping only when meeting the large lake. I instantly felt the icy water strike me. Just as the sirens burst from the distance—

A hazy orange painted the morning air, a tint of pink following it, with the ever so blue sky. Brylan sat up, breathing heavily, hands shaking, palms sweating. Tears filled her eyes as the dream finally came into view. She wiped them from her sea foam green eyes. “Just a dream Bry, all just a dream.” She whispered to herself, slowing her heart beat as she jolted to the door. A rapping sound came from the painted wood. “Sweetheart!” A shriek of pure joy sounded from the other side. “What do you want Jennifer?” Liana said in a shaky yet, annoyed tone. “I’ve been over this before,” the woman said patiently, “Call me Jen or mom, and you father wants you up and ready in an hour.” The woman called, as Brylie looked at the clock, 6:50. Read in bright red digital numbers. Brylan groaned, as the door came open. “We’ve been over this before,” Brylie said, throwing what Jennifer had said only moments before right back into her face. “Don’t come in my room, when the door is closed!” She yelled, tossing a pillow as the door closed with a shriek. “Mondays oh, Mondays. How I missed you.” She muttered, tossing the mess of tangled sheets off of her goose bump covered body. She put her face in her hands, before turning around, face planting into her feather pillow and screaming. She then sat up, feeling much better after she got her morning rage out.

Brylan then shifted her body up into a sitting position. Her feet met the cold floor, before being pushed into a pair of soft, plush pair of slippers. Her soft pajama pants fell to her ankles as she pulled her tank top down and shuffled her feet to the bathroom.
She had been the new girl since her father had been deployed here, now in the armed forces the family moved whenever he got deployed in another country. Now, she was a junior in high school and lived here for almost two years now, her family had only gone back to her hometown four times in the past five years. They usually went back around Christmas, to see everyone and spend the holidays together. Brylie groaned and stood up onto the cold floor. It was early morning, sun had just rose only minutes ago and that’s how Bry liked it, this was her only sanctuary in the whole home. With two older sisters and an older brother, she used to have two older brothers, but, Joseph had died in a car crash at age eighteen. Brylan sighed, taking off her pajamas, and jumping in the shower. She soon was out; blow dried her hair and straightened it. She sighed, the junior slipped on a white tank top with a small floral print design, she then tucked it into a tight fitting floral print skirt that ruffled. She put on a bright orange over coat that waved in the breeze. The cool fabric was gentle against the blonde’s skin.

“Where’s the pink!” She heard down the hall, a familiar voice. Her sister. “This is all wrong! Where is my pink crib and pink walls?” She heard again, as the blonde walked down the hall, she came around the corner and saw her eldest sister, who happened to be seven months pregnant. “What’s all the commotion?” Brylan turned around to see her step mother scurry into the room and stare at Alex. “It’s all wrong! I wanted hot pink with the white boarder! Not baby pink with the white boarder!” The soon-to-be mother whined staring at the just painted walls. “I don’t see a difference.” Brylan shrugged her shoulders, before getting a disapproving look from Jennifer. “Don’t be so insensitive Brylan. It’s ok sweetie! We can get it fixed when they come to paint Brylan’s room!” Jennifer said walked in and hugging the weeping eighteen year old. She walked down the hall, hearing the loud guitar playing from the room next to her she tossed the door open. “Get out brat!” He screamed, as she laughed. “It’s my birthday; you have to listen to me! Now get out of here stupid!” He yelled. “Happy frickin’ birthday to you Derek.” She muttered, as he walked over, pushed her out of the door way, and slammed it shut behind her. “Love you too.” She laughed.

Brylan rolled her eyes and walked down the hall, her two years older than her and still acting like a brat older sister walked down the halls texting, almost running into Brylan. “Get out of the way, Jennifer is taking me shopping today.” She giggled; acting like her shopping was an excuse for her running into her. “I hope you two are very happy together Ali.” She said sarcastically as she stuck out her tongue. “Bye daddy, love you too.” She smiled to her dad as he hurried out the door with her, “Pull down that skirt Brylan!” He called as she pulled it down. She quickly grabbed her purse, her car keys, and quickly walked out of the home, she turned back to study the newly built house’s shake shingle siding, “Why did we have to move into the rich neighborhood?” She mumbled going out to her car parked in the drive way and quickly un-locking it. She opened the door, got into the leathered seat and turned on the car; thankfully, she pulled out just in time because Alex came out to get her assistants with the baby crib. Brylan’s back pack and other random objects sat limp in the back seat as she drove. She had straightened her blonde hair so that it fell to her lower back.

She pulled into her favorite place for a quick morning breakfast: Starbucks. Almost four cars sat in front of her, she looked at her car clock, 7:45, red in large numbers. She looked at herself in the mirror, and realized she hadn’t done her hair. She grabbed a hair tie from the shift lever and brushed her hair to the side. She messily did it into a side braid, which fell close to her waist. Bry pulled up, “Yes, I want an iced vanilla latte, and a small coffee cake.” She said, rolling back her window, before putting it back down and handing the lady her money, taking her coffee, and halve driving halve eating and drinking driving to school. Brylan pulled into the school parking lot, almost running into someone on her way, and honking while holding up the finger. She slipped between a convertible and a dented, faded, red Chevy. Brylan eased the door open, before shutting it. She quietly stepped out and walked into the school before heading to her locker.