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ｂｅｎｎｅｔ ｈｉｇｈ

Highschool is here!
Scream and shout!
Wait no,
I change my mid
I want to pout

Challenges, mysteries
Question mark
How about we ditch,
and go to the park?

Ohmigosh! Spread the word! tell your friends! Were out of regular school and now in highschool!!!
.....Um, no. Nevermind. Scratch that.
Highschool may seem fun, and intresting, and cool, but there are all these twists and turns and suprises. Its like when a clown gives you a gift and a spring bounces a pie in your face. Ugh!
But maybe, just maybe, you don't think of it as the devil's kingdom, it may work out..... yeah.
Welcome to Bennet high! Home of the bennet bears! Here you'll find all the people and groups. From Geeks to Populars, Regulars to Jocks, you'll find highschool awesome!

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Cafeteria
Gymnasium
classroom
library
books
locker
computer lab
girls dorm
boys dorm

These are the places. Did we mention you get a dorm? The dorms are in a big building right next to the school, and there is over 200 dorms for over 200 people. There are girls dorms and boys dorms. Shh! Girls! Don't tell the guys, but your rooms are a few inches bigger than theirs . We also have a huge gym, with bleachers thay can fit more than 50 people. The gym includes 3 big basketball nets, tons of balls and equiptment, and a small, or small medium, sized soccer net if we play european hand ball, soccer, etc, and if you set it down on its frontside, it can be a mini hockey net, or just keep it regular.

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Populars
The sporty ones
Regulars
Nerds
Girly girls
Gooody goodies

Populars

-Winter Alexis Duncan
-boy
-girl
-boy

Sporty ones
-Ryan Andrew Duncan
-boy
-boy
-boy

Regulars
-girl
-boy
-girl
-boy

Nerds
-reserved
-boy

Girly Girls
-one
-two
-three

Goody goodies
-girl
-boy

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skye,

Winter &Dylan

Rules
1. for every girl make a boy, for every boy make a girl
2. at least five sentences each post
3. be descriptive.
4. no character is perfect
5. don't always make it like your character is the best, like: "Alexis's goregeous sparkling bron eyes and glamorous brown hair went together percetly. And don't get me started on that face: her kissable lips and pretty light brown skin. Everything made her look like a princess." or "Josh's handsome face and rich clothes was amazing. His handosme look and light peach skin was so amazing, he was perfect." But,you can say it about other's characters. "Alexis looked at Eric's handsome face. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at his prince-like figure."
6. Be polite
7. HAVE FUN!

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Also, as you have noticed, there is no form. Please make your own and proove your semi-lit.

--News;
June 1st- Roleplay begins!
June 1st- Talent show auditions!

Love
Crush<--person
person-->Crush
Are<3dating
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none yet

Enemies
_____and_____
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Family
Winter_and_Dylan
_____and_____
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Here are some things you MUST include in a form:
Name, age, gender and position
Weight and Height
Eye colour and Hair colour
Boyfriend/girlfriend, Bff and enemy
Hobbies
History and Personality

But if you REALLY want to prove your semi-lit, then add much more.

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WIP

[Quitting1015]

"Trying to fix a broken heart,is like Trying to fix a mirror,Your bound to get hurt."

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no
What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad you're okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad you're okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no

Full Name: London Dove
Nickname: London is Short enough
Age: London is exactly 17 years old, Born October 19.
Gender: Female
Nationallity: "Australian! Weird right?"
Sexuality: London is Straight, never had any interest in dating girls
Hair Color: Lonson`s hair is a straight light brown,dark blond.BNatural Black tips are placed on top, and at the bottom of her hair as well.
Eye Color:London`s Eyes are a Dark/light blue.
Personality: London Dove is a Sweet and Gentle girl. Large crowds frighten her, making her Shy. She is very independent, but when with a boyfriend or friend, she is extremely friendly and loving. On the other hand, London can be very stubborn, and sometimes Impatient. Another good trait, is she is smart and ambitious, meaning she is a genius and dreams big. London is very Logical, Or Oginzational. When something seems out of Place, she will fix it. Her room is Completely clean, as for her horses`s stall, tack, and feeding tools. Another trail is that she is A Hopless Romantic, Meaning she does anything to maintain a realationship, Longer than what most people are used to.All together, London is a sweet and shy girl, whose heart has been broken more times than she can handle.
History: London Dove was born into a very abusive household.The morning of October 19, Her mother, Layla Dove, Had given birth to a set of twins,One boy named Parker Dove, and one Girl, London Dove. Although, Layla was married, When she had gone out to her friends` birthday party, she had gotten drunk. Three weeks later, she knew she was pregnant, but told her husband, Austin Dove, it was his child. Six months later, it turned out to be twins. The overjoyed Layla was so happy, she accidently Told Austin they weren`t his children. A very mad Austin, Not only abused Layla, but as soon as the two were born, he divorced Layla, gaining full custody of the children. When the two were 5, Autin began Drinking heavily, Taking his anger and sorrow out on London, and very 'out of place' young lady at the time. Parker had ran away, having the nerve to hitch a ride to Arizona, where Layla lived with her Boyfriend and their Son,Mark. London was now terrified, and was forced to cook, clean, and obey her father. At 12 years old, She was so beaten, she became Head shy. No one was able to talk to her, she had gone mute for two years. At 14, she Got a boyfriend, Trevor Summerfield. He changed her life around, Sneaking into her bedroom at night to comfort her, staying all night. When Autin Walked in to Check on London, and Found Treavor, he shot him 6 times in the stomach, Soon going to Jail. London was not in touch with her mother, not even akwoledging she was alive, she was sent to live with her 40 year old Grandmother, Jessica Morgan-Lavery. At 16, London has started talking again, but was head shy, and when ever someone touched her, jumped. Jessica died of Lung Cancer when London turned 17, But London was able to Live alone.As London returned to school in August, She met a guy. Things started off really good, and they took things slow. But as they went on, six months later, She began to fight alot with him. The two soon broke up, and London Found out she was pregnant.
Crush: London hasn`t dared to fall in love, Only if someone else like her, she will
Girlfriend/Boyfriend:Londen has no Boyfriend
Mother: Layla Marie Lavery-Dove;Layla really had no part in raising London, as far as London knows, Layla is dead.
Father: Austin Noel Dove
Austin`s Mother: Ryhanne Jamie Gamero-Dove
Autin`s Father: Jace Marion Dove
Layla`s Mother: Jessica Laire Morgan-Lavery;Jessica was the one who raised London since she was 14, Her husband, died at age 23 of Poisening from Austin.
Layla`s Father: Matt Micheal Lavery
Siblings: London does have a couple siblings, A full twin Brother named Parker Markas Lavery, and a half-brother Matt Luke Lavery, both taking on the last name of Layla.
Likes:
•Skating;Londen likes to get away from her family, so Skating on the skateboard, is a hobby
•Dancing; Being 6 feet, London has two left feet, and looks uncordinated,but loves to dance
•Being alone
•Boys
•Jessica,her 'mother'
•Animals
•Music;Her favorite Song is Breakeven by the Script
Dislikes:
•Large Crowds
•Her father
•Death
•Snotty boys
•Know it all flirty girls
Rank: London is a regular girl, thats it. She gets picked on alot, but always has her friends to turn to.
Pets:London has two Australian Shepherds, A male named Red, and his year old Puppy, Roxy.
#1)Roxy
#2)Red

[yelenabelova]

{ kay. } { female. } { seventeen. } { junior. } { popular. }

"a n d. w h o. a r e. y o u?"

full name. kaylie elizabeth martin.
nick-name. lex.
age. seventeen.
gender. female.
siblings. an older sister carly.

"y o u ' r e. b e a u t i f u l."

height. five-seven.
eye color. green.
hair color. brown.
piercings. ears.
tattoos. none.
scars. very light scars on her wrist.
a few more noticeable ones on the inside
of her arms.

"f i n d. y o u r s e l f."

personality. somewhat biased. intelligent.
caring. protective. gets lost in the gossip.
energetic. sly.
history.

"c h a n g e. y o u r. m i n d.

friends. enough.
enemies. many.
sexual orientation. straight.
boyfriend. single.
past relationships. none.

j u s t. f u n.

likes. all time low. a-top40. star gazing.
driving. boys. writing. reading. art.
musicals.
dislikes. smokers. crying. heights.
spiders.
theme songs. poppin' (champagne).
come and get it.
favorite quote. "you can't re-write
the past" - the great gatsby.
favorite book. the great gatsby.
favorite movie. pirates of the caribbean.

Kaylie Elizabeth Martin, was born on November 23rd, 1995. She was born into a family of five, being the youngest of, two brothers and a sister, and lead by her two wonderful parents. Okay, so wonderful might be a stretch but her parents are quite understanding and fun to be with. On top of that her family who has been there since she was four. The family of seven then moved out further from the city, moving further into the woods to be exact. With her obsessed hunting dad, hunting quickly grew on Kaylie; especially when she was younger. However, when she hit high school her hunting days came to an end. But an old tradition of camping on the weekends and holidays didn't ever put her in a bad mood. If there was something, anything, that she looked forward to after the long hard weekend, it was camping that put a smile on her face. So yes, it would be considered, she and her family have always been close.


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Witty, sarcastic, sly, protective, caring, getting caught in the gossip, they're all just part of Kaylie. Kaylie is a smart and witty girl, and she often down-plays herself about it. Calling herself weird, and too much of a know-it-all, and various things along those lines. Kaylie is often too hard on herself like this, often times giving herself a headache. But other than being hard on herself, or being smart, Kaylie is also sarcastic: especially so when she's on edge or angry with someone. While most people would yell, or shout, or even scream, Kaylie is someone who can very sarcastic very quickly. She can go from suddenly very caring, to horribly sarcastic and judgmental. This is especially so when she's giving advice and someone isn't taking it. But never take these angered words to personally, Kaylie is a forgiving person and its hard for her to hold a grudge. The bad thing about this though, is that she can be too forgiving, forgiving those who don't deserve it or abuse it. And while Kaylie is willing to protect friends and family, she can become a punching bag when its about her.

Although Kaylie isn't that girl you see who's got her nose scrunched, her eyes judging worse than a judge himself, with a million negative things going on her head, she's easily caught up in gossip. Spreading it, speaking it, and not even stopping it at times. While Kaylie isn't much of a drama queen herself, she gets pure joy out of hearing it sometimes. This is often the worst part of her, this ability to enjoy the gossip and spread it. And while it might just be a rumor, she really can't pass it up. If you can imagine, Kaylie is one of those girls, who will sit down in front of Facebook with popcorn and watch the fighting. Although.. she'd never admit to ever doing that.

Like all people, Kaylie is complex and writing it in a few paragraphs barely scratches the surface. So when it comes to her friends, she's that girl that kind of makes to envy her (especially if you're not so popular). The energetic ones around her friends, Kaylie loves to make jokes and goof around. She's the girl you get frustrated with during class because she's talking with her friends when the teacher is speaking. It's even worse when you find out she gets a B on the test the next day. But don't start thinking she's perfect. Behind all of this 'fun', right after practice for sports, she's in her room studying until one in the morning. Returning the next day, with a coffee or something to wake her. Anyway, Kaylie can be very different from being with her friends, to being with complete strangers. But, isn't everyone?


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Kaylie stands at a height of five-seven, with long legs and a smaller torso. She's most self-conscious about her long legs than anything else with her body. Her brown hair, which reaches to the middle of her back when its straightened, is often being brushed from her face when she's nervous. Her hair has small waves here and there and she normally keeps her hair like this; disliking the idea of perfect, straight, hair. Kaylie's ears are the only thing pierced on her body, and she always has some sort of stud in them. She has no tattoos, for a major dislike for most of them but she does have her own set of scars. Although Kaylie isn't one for hiding the ones on her inner arms, its her wrist scars she wants to rid herself of. Be careful when you ask about them, Kaylie doesn't like talking about them with many people, let alone acknowledge them.

When it comes to her clothing style, Kaylie wears what most frily-girly-girls wear. Anything that's in. Whether its heels and leather, or heels and a dress; her clothing style varies this way and that. It's rare to see her something extremely girly though, she's not one of those girls who wears a dress every day. There are days which Kaylie is perfectly fine in sweatshirt and jeans, especially so in the fall which is her favorite season. words. And if there's anything she wears on a daily basis, its her studs and her key bracelet which was originally a necklace.


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Kaylie's history is one that is complicated although it was simple for a while. Feeling alone most of her life, filling in the shoes of her older sister, Kaylie's quest for attention quickly grew. In elementary school, Kaylie was a back-stabber who usually got what she want. Spoiled by her teachers to say the least. She got away with a lot back then and still does sometimes to this day. Although, a lot has changed since then. Anyway, Kaylie's biggest fall was in middle school. Reality struck with her horrible ways and trying to apologize wasn't working with anyone she hurt. So with her own demise, Kaylie began self harm. And while she spoke to her friends about this, they didn't seem to care or sought a way out of the conversation. So it continued on. But the following year, Carly walked into Kaylie's self-harming session and pulled the younger sister back together. Kaylie is still grateful to her elder sister and the two have been, strangely, close since.

Following into high school, Kaylie already entered popular. With the looks, the act, and everything else, she was a shoe-in. Attending football games every friday, participating in sports, Kaylie is on top of the world with others like herself. And she doesn't see anything changing about this and nothing probably will.

[Quitting1015]

{THE BOYS ROOM HAS ZEBRA!!!!!!NOOOOOOOO! ;( }

[chagrin]

the rebel and one of the love triangle

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name: matthew cristopher chase
age: eighteen ; 08.09.1994
gender: male
sexuality: heterosexual
relationship status: single
birth place: new york

general personality:
he is cheeky, charming and irresistibly clumsy and awkward. always hungry and never tired. matthew is a handful to handle and is almost impossible to please. he is very easy going and laid back and doesn't get caught up in things if he is not interested. he is really weird and funny and doesn't even try for people to like him. he is quick to make friends and sometimes quicker to lose them. he can't stand the company of people that do not share his view of life. he can be rather arrogant and self centered at times, having long lasting and difficult stubborn frenzies, but he is a fine mate to have around.

general aptitudes and hobbies: matthew enjoys the occasional game of soccer as well as anything related with extreme sports, especially mountain biking and rock climbing. he has been a scout since his earliest years and still finds pleasure in the outdoors.
phobias/allergies/health problems/eating preferences: yes, for a matter of fact he has a peanut allergy, and a difficult one indeed. if not acted upon immediately he can die.

short physical description: matthew is a sturdy tall young man, approximately standing at 6'0" and weighting somewhere around 158 lbs. his hair is curly or wavy (depending on how he slept the previous night), ebony in color matching the same dark shade of brown that reflect the sunlight from his iris.
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"Marina Blythe Parker. That is my name. Simple, elegant and.. stuff. Marina means 'of the sea' but I wasn't named for my sea blue eyes. My first name was driven from Shakespear's play "Pericles". My mother was in love with the play and the character likewise. In "Pericles" Marina was the daughter of prince of Tyre, Pericles. She was pure and honest; smart and resourceful; beautiful and feminine. Everything my mother wanted me to be. Also, not accidentally, "Pericles" was the play my parents met at. Yeah, sure, my father had a girlfriend at that time, but I was told it was love at first sight. Also, my mother's grandmother was named Marina. She never got to know her but she was told she was a beautiful woman, inside and out. Blythe was chosen just because it had a flow with the name and it really does sound good, doesn't it? Anyways, the surname Parker has run in the family for generations from my father's side."

"I come from different parts of the globe and hence I am not sure where my heritage lies. My mother was born in a small village in France. But her parents weren't and raised there, rather in a small country in southeast Europe, Macedonia. They fled from there during the Balkan wars and came to Gargilesse where my mother was born. My father on the other hand was brought up in Boston. But his mother came from Sydney while his father came to the USA from Oxford in England. That's the parts I've been told. But to avoid complications and misunderstandings I simply introduce myself as an American. I speak English and French fluently. I've studied Spanish for a few years but I'm not really good at it. Also, my mother started teaching me Macedonian but she never really... you know, got to teach me. I don't like to talk about it. "

"Born on the eighth of December, 1993. I am turning nineteen soon, that's going to be fun. I was told that on the night of my birth there was a terrible snow storm raging outside, and my mother had to give birth to me at home, for what she wasn't really prepared. I came sooner than expected, and my mother always said that I didn't have the patience not then, not ever. Before my parents chose a name for me, which apparently was a month after my birth, everyone called me 'martian' because I had a really pale complexion, no hair, a barely visible nose and large rich blue eyes."

"Trough the years I've developed a simple surviving policy. 'Don't get attached.' It has been working perfectly fine until now. Never been hurt, never shed a tear. Well, yes. I am much stronger than people think at times. I can cope with physical and emotional pain as I have done so far. It takes a strong mind and body to remain sane in this world, and luckily I am proud to own both. My fears are next to nonexistent which explains some of the stupid and often idiotic challenges I take on. My father tells me that I am stubborn as an ox with which I firmly disagree. Yes, I want things my way, but it's not my fault that my way is the right one. I have absolutely no patience what so ever, I'm always in a rush to get things done and can't spend a moment waiting for something. 'Haste makes waste' is not something I agree with, it makes no sense... no sense at all."

"I believe in myself, seeing as I am the only person I can trust. I want to see myself as smart and intelligent and I have nothing to prove myself otherwise. I am quick to catch up on everything of my concern and have my own way around things. I usually get everything I want and am pretty resourceful when it comes to it. I've learned to use my abilities and skills in my advantage. I have to admit that I trust in being a hard shell to crack. I am not easily amused, quite the contrary there are not a lot of things that spark my attention. But when something does I am a deeply passionate person. I rarely leave things unfinished, nor do I often stop half way trough something. When I want something to happen, when I want to keep something I am willing to put all my effort and all my will into that."

"I must say that I don't easily open up to people. Most of them don't care anyway. I am good at keeping other people's secrets but I a even better at protecting mine. I am secretive and closed around people I don't really know or trust. I may come off as mysterious which well, isn't very far from what I am. I am pretty good at lying, but I try to avoid telling untruths to anyone, it can get pretty addicting. I am skillful in hiding my feelings and most of the time almost no one knows what am I actually thinking. I am a loyal friend though, and I rarely lie to someone close to me, after finding out just how delicate trust can be. I often want to be left alone with it being the only time I can actually think trough and think straight everything that's been going around. I am perfectly find left alone and am in no need of no one."

"Music is what I am good at, what I am passionate about, what I love. I know this might sound a bit too cliche or I don't know what, but music really helped me get trough everything. I can't imagine where I would be now if I couldn't run away from the reality I'm facing, just by striking the chords of my guitar. You might not be able to understand what I am saying but music is my safe haven. The only place where I can not worry about anything. It is beautiful and astonishing, pure and innocent."

"Born in Gargilesse to Yvonne Rose Parker(maiden Yordan) and Julian Mitchell Parker. I have heard too many stories about the first years of my life, but it's not something I wish to go back to. It brings memories back, and memories are better off left in the past. But I'll tell you this, we were a happy family. I loved my parents and they me even more. But maybe that was the thing we were to happy to be left alone."

"A few days have passed since my eighth birthday. My father was at work and me and my mom were alone in the house. I woke up at around ten o'clock and it was strange that my mother didn't wake me up earlier. She never left me sleep in that late. I got down stairs and peeked in the kitchen but she wasn't there. I walked in the living room and walked past the armchair where she usually read a book or crochet. I glanced over to the bookshelf over the fireplace, I would do anything to peek inside those books but she never let me. I wished that I wanted to take one then and there, but something was wrong. I walked past the piano and pressed a few keys as the melody of the music echoed in the empty house. Desperately, I thought that she was playing hide-n-seek. We usually did that, the both of us. Soon every corner of the house was checked and looked into but my mother was nowhere to be found. Well almost every corner. She always told me not to go in their room. But where could she be if not there. I was sure that she would forgive me this time. It was for the sake of the game, wasn't it? I slowly opened the doorknob wanting to scare her when I came in. I heard a 'click' from the door and pushed the door inside. "I sneaked inside and quietly closed the door behind me. I looked around trying to spot my mother's grinning face, or a glimpse of her purple sleeping gown. But I only saw the unmade bed and thought it was strange, she never left the bed unmade. And as I neared closer to it I saw my mother sleeping under the blankets. I jumped on her bed laughing on the top of my lungs. I landed next to her and placed my small hand over her waist. But she was cold. Quickly taking back my arm to myself as if a strange creature tried to grab it I pulled the blanket off her. Her red hair fell over her face, and she seemed peaceful almost a if she was sleeping. I felt a tear run down my cheek, then another, and another. Soon I was kneeling over her body my face in her robes before they became wet from my tears. I don't remember how long I stood there, nor what was I thinking. I don't remember having any feelings at all. Just a vast infinity of emptiness. I felt my world be destroyed, and I saw myself crash and burn. She was dead. They took her from me. She is dead."

"I didn't hear my father come home. Nor did I hear his footsteps along the stairs. He came in prepared for what he saw, and I couldn't but wonder, did they expect it? Did they expect my mother's death? He took me in his arms and began to cry. The funeral was as she would have wanted. She was buried in Gargilesse, the place of her birth and life. Everyone she ever loved was there. And it rained terribly, so we all had these big black umbrellas. I wore a plain black dress, but it was cold so at the end of the ceremony I had my dad's large jacket. It was black as well. I didn't understand why we all had to wear black. Mother didn't like black. She wouldn't want us to cry. But we did. We all did."

"After that many things changed. I stopped trusting people and quit asking questions. Along the way I find out that she had cancer for a year before her death. But she refused to take chemo, she refused to take medication, she refused to tell me. I felt guilty for her death. I'm not sure why but I still do. I stopped playing piano afterwards. My teacher was gone, and I couldn't handle the pain. I had to get into public school, since mother wasn't there to homeschool me anymore. I went trough hell from there. I don't remember a day waking up and not thinking 'boy, I wish I didn't wake up today.' or 'god, I hope I won't come to see the sun tomorrow.'"

"When I was twelve my father gave me a guitar for Christmas. It stayed in a corner for most of the year, I couldn't get myself to hear myself make music again. I don't remember what happened but one day I took the guitar out and began pulling the chords. I felt as if I was lost and now I was being lured back to my path again. I felt as if I knew what I was doing (when in reality I had absolutely no idea). The guitar became my connection with my mother. And I can't say that the pain went away, and I don't think of her everyday but, it's not the same anymore."

"The first thing you see when you look at me is most likely the ginger hair, or the blue-ish eyes. I've been told that I am beautiful one too many times so don't bother, I don't trust anyone. I am of normal height for girls of my age, I'm not sure how tall am I actually but pretty sure somewhere at the 5' 6" mark. Last time I checked I weighted exactly 115 pounds. You can say I'm pretty thin, well maybe I am. But I eat healthily and exercise a lot. My complexion is rather pale, and am not rarely mistaken for sick. I have a decent amount of freckles on my face, but they usually come out only during the summer, while the rest of the year I don't have any. Someone ones told me that I have the classic man described female body. Maybe I do, maybe I don't, and honestly I don't care."

"My hair is well orange honestly, and people often ask me if I dye it. But no, I got it from my mom. It is pretty long, going to the end of my rib cage. It tends to be unruly, sometimes coming out wavy, sometimes straight. I usually leave it untied but sometimes I make a messy bun or a loose ponytail. My eyes are an uncertain color. A bit blue, a bit green a bit grey. It depends on the light mostly. But they are the only thing I like in my appearance. They are bold and pretty."

"I dress pretty casual. But if I have to choose a style it might be soft grunge and something. I'm not sure really. I love band tees and most of the time you will see me in them. If the weather is colder expect a loose sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I have a few pair of DocMartins which I love to bits, and a few converse sneakers for summer days. I rarely wear valuable jewelry mostly things that mean something to me or remind me of something. Now and then I know to put on something more stylish but not that often."

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