ＰＵＭＰＫＩＮ ＰＡＴＣＨ; My Charries

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" ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ,
ＷＨＥＲＥ ＨＡＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＧＯＮＥ？"
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" ωᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ, ᴏʜ ωᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ,
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" ᴍɪɴx, ᴏʜ ᴍɪɴx,
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Well, I was walking for some time,
When I came across this sign,
Saying, "who are you and where are you from?"
We don't like when visitors come.
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"No Trespassing", that's what it said;
At least that's what I could read.
No trespassers? Yeah, my ***!
Wait till you get a load of me!
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One day I was tripping and that's when I could see,
That the ether that I tapped into could be reality.
It was great, that's when I climbed that optimistic vine.
Once I hit that mountain peak I began to lose my mind.
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Make their faces crack.
There's no turning back.
Let's go!

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Do you understand who I am?
Do you wanna know?
Can you really see through me now?
I am 'bout to go.
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But just tonight I won't leave;
I'll lie and you'll believe.
Just tonight I will see,
It's all because of me.
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Just tonight I will stay
And we'll throw it all away.
When the light hits your eyes,
It's telling me I'm right.
And if I, I am through,
It's all because of you.
Just tonight...

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She sits up high surrounded by the sun;
One million branches and she loves every one.
"Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy."
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And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground;
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound.
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine.
This love was out of control,
3-2-1, where did it go?
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If I were you, I'd put that away.
See, you're just wasted
And thinking about the past again;
Darling you'll be okay.
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"If you were me, you'd do the same.
'Cause I can't take anymore...."

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Is there a right way for being strong?
Feels like I'm doing things all wrong.
Still I'm here just holding on;
Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs.
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Nobody's gonna love you if
You can't display a way to capture this.
Nobody's gonna hold your hand,
And guide you through;
It's up for you to understand.
Nobody's gonna feel your pain;
When all is done
And it's time for you to walk away
When you have today,
You should say all that you have to say.

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Face-claim ;; Cristine Prosperi
Form ;; Pumpkin Queen

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Yeah, it's plain to see,
That baby you're beautiful,
And there's nothing wrong with you.
It's me, I'm a freak.
But thanks for lovin' me,
'Cause you're doing it perfectly.
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There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away.
I wouldn't even try but I think
You could save my life.
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Just don't give up,
I'm workin' it out;
Please don't give in,
I won't let you down.
It messed me up, need a second to breathe.
Just keep coming around.

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Drag my hand behind you like a chain behind a truck.
Sparks over your carpet
While I chase you through the darkness.
Somebody's supposed to fall in love,
But nobody even calls.
Somebody's supposed to...
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Tear this place apart until you find me hiding,
Silently I wait.
You'll be excited just to see me someday. Everything's ok.
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Summer and gold throw their colors at the dark,
a mother tells her son, "Darling look at the sparks."
But you hold my attention without even trying.
A beautiful reflection from firework eyes,
but never means forever.
Desperation and hanging in the backyard at night.
Somebody's supposed to fall in love.

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_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ------What's a way to describe Adam? In all honesty, he's not that complicated. No, wait- scratch that; Adam is probably as confusing as a thousand-piece puzzle. Everybody knows Adam is the mute boy. At least, that's what they think. You see, the thing is, Adam never really- um- talks. He's scared he'll say something wrong, or someone will judge him and ditch him before he can even mumble a full sentence. When he does speak, he stutters uncontrollably; but conversations with the boy are rare. Since his parents put him up for adoption, he was passed on from home to home, and his final adoptive father abandoned the family, he's always had this feeling that he's not good enough. That he's worthless. It's a horrid trait of his, low self-esteem and self-hate. Adam is especially shy around girls; if he even makes eye contact with a girl- pretty or not- he blushes like a maniac and his eyes widen like he caught a glimpse of a goddess. Adam is over all a very awkward person, and everybody knows that- and only that. It helped, and the boy still notes that now, though he doesn't voice his thoughts about the situation. Besides his shyness, Adam can be a considerably humorous person. If his entire personality hadn't been ravaged years ago, he could've been one of the funniest people you'd ever hear. There still is that possibility, but because of his muteness, it's unlikely. If you realize Adam opened up to you, you should be on the look-out for flying platypus and stink bombs. So many years of being alone and neglected by peers left him with a heck of a lot of spare time, and a whole lot of ideas for revenge. He was already at the bottom of the food chain, it wasn't like he could drop any lower. That secretly clever mind of his was put to good use.

------Oh, you're pressing a few buttons now, aren't you? Adam's history is a touchy subject with him, and he always gets choked up trying to talk about it. That doesn't count with me, though, so I'll tell you all you want to know! To launch this subject off, you should know that Adam wasn't supposed to be born; he was a complete, utter mistake. His mother and father had the entire 'opposites attract' down during their senior year in high school. Eliza- Adam's mother- was the popular girl, and, as cliché as it is, ultimately formed a relationship with Adam's father, Carter, the bad-boy of the school; her parents were driven with firm disapproval, and didn't want her to see the troublemaker any further after a mishap when Carter dropped Eliza off at home and crashed into the mailbox. And, that just made the rebellion progress further, and further until eventually..., well, we all know what happens next. All of a sudden, there was Adam. Everyone was expecting it, and no one was shocked when Eliza admitted she was pregnant. And, as for Carter? He left Eliza faster than you could ever imagine. After nine months of locking herself up in her room, Eliza went into labor, and Adam was born. And, afterwards, nothing went right; absolutely nothing. Eliza was kicked out of her parent's house with her child, and was forced to reunite with Carter, who shared absolutely no joy for his son- neither did Eliza. In the end, the arguing couple couldn't afford to keep their son, and Adam was left at the adoption agency when he was just a few months old.
As Adam grew up he developed into a rather..., strange boy. When the other children were eating downstairs in the cramped dining room, he would lock himself up in his closet with just an apple and a sci-fi book. When he was seven years old and all the other young ones were watching 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' on the tiny cable TV set, he'd ask if they could watch something such as 'War of the Worlds'. And, when a couple looking for a child asked to see him, Adam would usually be either reading or playing Super Mario Bros on his Gameboy. No one ever wanted such an awkward boy; Adam was first adopted when he was seven. He was adopted by a lesbian couple, Carmen and Alexandra. He loved them, and they treated him right for nearly a year until they died in a car crash. Adam was placed back in the adoption home. Then, at the age of eight, he was adopted by a single woman named Miranda. She was very strict, and she didn't have- um- the best job. Considering Adam too much to handle, considering him a troublemaker and aggravating, she gave him back to the agency. Adam was next adopted when he was ten, handed over to an abusive couple. There was Ron and Ariana, the punks; possibly the worst adoptive parents ever, too. The only reason they adopted Adam was so he could basically become their butler, not their son. With one little mess up, there was often a beating, more by Ron than Ariana, since she was always out drinking and hooking up with some random guy she met at the bar. The two may have influenced his fearful personality and anxiety issues; no, they did- that's a positive. Adam was stuck with Ron and Ariana until he was fifteen; he was stuck with abusive people for five years. He was, until the neighbors heard him screaming during an especially brutal attack- Adam had accidentally broken a dinner plate- and they called the police. Then taken away by social services, he was put back in the adoption home.
Only two months later was Adam adopted again. And this time for good. It was a young couple, mid-twenties; Maria and Robert. Maria was deemed nearly infertile, and she had been pregnant with a little girl just the year before. The child had been a stillborn, and the couple didn't want to risk another heartbroken memory, so they just decided to adopt. The only problem that year was Robert's growing drinking problem. Maria and Adam dismissed it quickly, knowing he was only doing it to overcome the grief he felt over the daughter he never had. But, over time, he began staying out later and later at night, and Maria found that he wasn't going to work; that's what she thought he'd been doing. He'd been fired months before because he was skipping important duties. Ultimately, Maria followed Robert when he "left for work" and found that he was having an affair with another woman. So, Robert and Maria filed for a divorce, and Robert left the town with the woman he had been found with. That had struck Adam hard, and he'd started. Any sharp object he could get his hands on, he'd grab it and run off to the bathroom. After four years, when Adam just turned nineteen, Maria took all sharp things away from him and locked them away, then asking the school guidance counselor to talk to him.

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Father, father, tell me where have you been?
Its been hell not having you here.
I've been missing you so bad,
And you don't seem to care.
When I go to sleep at night, you're not there;
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?
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Do you even miss us?
Your bottle's your mistress.
I need to know, I need to know.
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Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake, 'cause
I'm trying to deal with the pain.
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
I will try to understand.
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Spent seven years wishing that you'd drop the line,
But I carry the thought along with you in my mind.

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------What do girls often think of Adam? Well, I'm not going to sugar-coat it; many girls consider Adam an instant turn-off. The whole 'emo/scene' look doesn't work for that many girls- or at least the ones that live in the area. His snakebites don't help with that either. The boy has been rejected many- many, many, many- times, and he ultimately gave up on love after who knows how many rejections. Girls also hate his geeky, shy personality; they need someone to tell them they're beautiful, to express how much they love her with jewelry and expensive dates. Well, sucks for them, Adam doesn't roll that way. If they only gave him a chance, they'd understand that it's hard for him to converse- especially about his feelings- and they would find that he doesn't believe in extravagant presents, but instead uses music. Adam has mustered up the courage to serenade a few girls in his time, but they often rejected him anyway because of his appearance and nerdy personality. Past girlfriends have also caused a majority of the scars that litter his skin, from either being too harsh or cheating on him with one of the jocks. Adam has never had a stable relationship- and though he would like one- will probably never accomplish such a dream. Not that he dreams about it or anything..., don't get me wrong! He doesn't! Er- I made that a bit awkward. Whatever.

------Adam believes in all breeds of sexualities. Bisexual, asexual, homosexual, heterosexual, pansexual; he respects them all. Unless you trash other beliefs. Then he'll trash your face. Seventy-five percent of people believe Adam to be asexual, meaning he doesn't often engage in sexual activities or anything of the sort, since he hasn't tried asking a girl out since he was around fifteen. The other twenty-five percent just think the boy is heterosexual, meaning he likes the opposite gender; or, females, if you need me to make it any more simple. Both just so happen to be wrong. Partially right, but wrong all the same. Adam is pansexual and proud. I guess you could say he experiments with all of the sexualities, no specifics, and encourages all. He has kissed a boy- two to be exact- but it's easy for him to say that he likes girls a whole lot more. Judge him- even a little- and he'll leave as quick as the last girl that rejected him. That's faster than a snap; even quicker than a millisecond, if that's even possible. Adam has been judged many times for his sexuality; especially by his former foster parents, because they were expecting a 'perfect child'. Who's to say Adam wasn't perfect? Who's to say his sexuality was a flaw?

------Adam? Having a crush? Haha, that's funny; stop joking around, you little rascal! Wait- you aren't kidding, are you? As I said earlier, Adam gave up on crushes, and or, love, a long time ago. He doesn't want to get hurt anymore than he already has. You want to know what his worst phobia is? Besides mirrors, it's his feelings. He's got rejected one too many times, and basically gave up on ever being in a relationship, which is- as I stated earlier- why some think he's asexual. But, I've realized something that Adam hasn't. There's this one girl- the first girl in years- that's caught his eye. Maybe he has realized this, that his feelings over overcoming his fears, and he just won't admit it to himself. Maybe he has, but he locked the thought far away; hid it back in the corner of his mind that he's scared to return to. Where he hid all the rejections, and the feelings, and all the depression that shrouds his life. What scares him the most is that this girl is one of the few people that have ever accepted him. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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You don’t want me, no.
You don’t need me;
Like I want you, oh,
Like I need you.
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You can’t see me, no,
Like I see you.
I can’t have you, no,
Like you have me.
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You can’t feel me, no;
Like I feel you.
I can’t steal you, no,
Like you stole me.

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Just tonight I will stay,
And we'll throw it all away.
When the light hits your eyes
It's telling me I'm right.
And if I, I am through,
It's all because of you.
Just tonight...
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Do you understand who I am?
Do you wanna know?
Can you really see through me now?
I am 'bout to go.
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But just tonight I won't leave;
I'll lie and you'll believe.

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Take me, I'm alive;
Never was a girl with a wicked mind.
But everything looks better
when sun goes down.
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I had everything,
Opportunities for eternity.
And I could belong to the night.
Your eyes, your eyes,
I can see in your eyes.
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I'll die for you my love;
I'll lie for you my love.
I'll steal for you, my love....

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You make me wanna die;
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ʀᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ;
ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ.

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ωᴀsᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏωɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅ.

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ωɪʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ?
ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ?

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sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ;
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇ.

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✄ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ωɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ."

You know, I don't even understand why you're talking to me. No one does. Ever. It's like it's not even allowed or something. Whenever someone tries to talk to me, their friend comes over, takes there hand, and- oh. You're here for an interview. Okay... I just... okay... To start things off- erm- I guess you should know my name is Caleb. If you want the whole package, than, alright... my full name is Caleb Monroe Ackenwood. I'll say it for you slowly, okay; show you how to pronounce it? Kay-lub mun-ro ackin-wood. Simple enough, eh? Ah, who am I kidding; my name is the stupidest thing ever known to man. I mean, how would you feel if your last name was Ackenwood? It sounds like a cat throwing up a hairball. Ack, ack, ack, ack- oh, oops, sorry; moving on. My first name is an English name, and means "dog" in Hebrew. I know I'm messed up and all, but really? Dog? I know I'm horrible but... whatever. I don't know if my parents knew of the meaning when they gave me the name, but frankly, I don't care.

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ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ，
ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ ｃａｍｅ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｃｋｅｄ ｍｅ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｇｒｏｕｎｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｔ．

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ｈｏｗ ｍａｎｙ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ ａｎｄ ｔｕｒｎ ａｒｏｕｎｄ？
ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｄｅｃｉｄｅ ｉｆ ｉ'ｌｌ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｓａｖｅ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ ｏｒ ｉｆ ｉ'ｌｌ ｄｒｏｗｎ．

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➳ "ａｒｉｅｌ， ｏｈ ａｒｉｅｌ， ｗｈｅｒｅ ｈａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｇｏｎｅ？"

This dainty little lass goes by the name of Cali Elizabeth McRye- but please; just call her Cali. And, no it's not short for anything. Especially- for some reason, people always wonder this- it especially doesn't stand for California. Some peers of hers still prefer to call her, 'California-girl', anyway. Not that she cares, let alone complain about it- but we'll get to why she can't, later on during this interview. Anyway, you should know that, besides California-girl, a lot of people enjoy calling Cali, Ariel. It makes sense, seeing how she and the Disney character have a striking resemblance; the red hair, swimming ability, and shape are all the same. If only Ariel from the Disney movie wasn't animated, then they could be twins! As for the meaning of her name, well... to start things off... Cali comes from Greek and American origination, and means "most beautiful" towards both. Though her mother was the one that deemed she be given that first name, she hadn't been the one to know of the meaning; Cali's father had. That's why he agreed right away when she suggested it. Cali thinks of this name as unique, though she's afraid others will find her... weird for it. Unlikely, but you can't blame the girl for being paranoid; it's a teenage thing. Her middle name, Elizabeth, is also both Greek and American, and means, 'oath of God' or 'God is satisfaction'. Her parents were fiercely religious, so, back then, they didn't give her that middle name just because it flowed correctly. Maybe they hoped it would influence their daughter to follow after their religion, it's unknown. That's basically all there is to know about her name. But, we're not done here. Now onto her family tree. Cali's roots are mainly Greek, Swedish, and American. There's an entanglement of Italian in there somewhere, but it's not what most of her family inherited. Only about four of her relatives are Italian, and they've long since passed. Cali's parents had three other daughters before Cali. First was the eldest daughter, Amilia, who is now twenty-one years old; then there was Alaska, who is twenty years old at the time. Cali's closest- yet farthest- sister, is Mariah, who is nineteen years of age. They're all off at college, at this point, and Cali is stuck home alone with only her overprotective father and her two pitbull puppies, Chunky and Nutcracker, since she's only seventeen, and can't roam much. Her mother had left the family when Cali was five years old when it was discovered she had been having an affair with another man.

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ｈｅｒｅ ｗｅ ａｒｅ， ａｎｄ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｆｒｏｍ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｌｌｓ ｙｏｕ ｍａｄｅ．
ｓｔａｒｔ ｔｈｅ ｃａｒ ａｎｄ ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ｈｏｍｅ．

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ａｎｄ ｈｅｒｅ ｉ ａｍ， ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｃｋ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｔｉｃｋｉｎｇ ａｗａｙ ｍｙ ｔｉｍｅ．
ｉ'ｍ ｔｏｏ ｎｕｍｂ ｔｏ ｆｅｅｌ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｗ．

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➳ "ｙｏｕｒ ｖｏｉｃｅ， ｉｔ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ．"

Oh, onto the most wonderful section of all; the appearance! Well, let's start off straight-forward; Cali isn't called Ariel for nothing. She has a swimmers body, lean- but small. Cali stands at 5'4", and is quite petite. Cali had always been made fun of her small size, and she especially hates it when people try to make her feel better by saying she's 'fun-sized'. Like, seriously; everyone says it, and it gets old. As for her weight... well... she weighs a hundred and six pounds. Is it healthy for a girl her age? Honestly, I don't know. The voices in her head always scream at her not to eat too much, so- well, figure it out; it's a simple equation. Despite her lightweight and agility in the water, Cali can be a bit of a klutz, which is proved by the bruises on her body. She seems to fall left and right, up and down, up and to the side; it's impossible, really. She really needs a new protective bubble. Anyway, how about we go onto a happier subject? Her hair? I think her flaming red hair is what really struck home with the nickname 'Ariel'. Naturally, Cali's hair is dark brown, but she never wanted to be the same as her three other sisters, no matter how much more beautiful they were compared to her. So, she dyed her hair red. It also made her feel... lighter? Is that the adjective? It's hard to explain... how about we move onto her eyes? To make her appearance even stranger, Cali has something called heterochromia. This causes her eyes to be two different colors. One is green, and the other is blue. Cali inherited this from her father, who's eyes look exactly the same as hers. Over all, Cali is a very small person. Tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny ears, a button of a nose; she could be a doll if she wanted to- but, in her opinion, it wouldn't be a pretty doll. She hates being insecure, but it wasn't something Cali chose to be. Cali is also considerably pale, as she's a very sickly girl, but her father always liked to say it made her eyes 'pop'. And she would just think, "more like make me seem dead." The only other thing I have to add is Cali's nose piercing and her three tattoos. One on her wrist, where most of the scars are; another one sketched across the side of her ankle; meanwhile, she has her last tattoo engraved on the side of her other hand.

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ｃａｎ ｗｅ ｃｒｅａｔｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ ａｎｄ ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙ ｉｔ？
ｎｏｂｏｄｙ ｋｎｏｗｓ ｉ ｄｒｅａｍ ａｂｏｕｔ ｉｔ， ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ．

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ｏｈ， ｗｈａｔ ａ ｗａｓｔｅ ｏｆ ａ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｌｙ ｇｏｏｄ， ｃｌｅａｎ ｗｒｉｓｔ．
ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｃｒｅａｍｉｎｇ ｔｉｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｌｉｃｅ ｃａｍｅ．

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➳ "ｈｏｗ ｃｏｍｅ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｅｙｅｓ ｓｅｅｍ ｓｏ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ？"

A lot of people think Cali to be shy and reserved. Actually, no; they're wrong. The reason Cali doesn't talk to people is because- well- she can't talk at all. She's mute. Many people mistake this for shyness, when really, it's not. No one really remembers when she lost her ability to speak, but she had been a heck of a great singer. Now she's just on the sidelines playing guitar and writing the lyrics. If people realized that Cali is unable to speak her thoughts, then maybe they'd get closer to her and find out who she really is; but, everyone tends to think she has no interest in them and walks away. Don't get me wrong, Cali talks to them; not with her voice, but with her mouth. She mouths the words to them- that, or writes them down. People really just don't understand her. Cali is actually a relatively sweet and excitable person; childish, and immature. She's a dreamer. Daydreaming in class is one of her many hobbies. Ah, who am I kidding? It's her only hobby in school. Yet, somehow she manages to get at least a B in every class. Cali can be described as Ellie from the Disney movie Up. She wants to go on a great adventure, explore every inch of the world with her eyes; that's been a hard dream to achieve since her overprotective father doesn't let her do anything. And when I say anything- I mean anything. No boys- not that boys are interested in her, anyway-, no more than two pets at a time, no practicing any other religion than his- though Cali is basically an Atheist-, curfew is ten-thirty sharp, homework must be done before engaging in any other activities, blah, blah, blah. This hasn't stopped Cali at all. She still loves exploring every inch of the town she lives in, and travels back and forth consistently between all different places; she likes thinking of them as 'forts'. And, Cali loves to laugh; or, loves to silently laugh? Her mouth will hang slightly ajar, and it'll seem like she's convulsing, when really, she's laughing. Still as silent as ever. Cali hates her smile, so she always covers it up with her hand- but, that's no good, considering the fact that she can never really stop smiling. Except for when the voices take over. The voices are what caused her to be so insecure, and she often suffers from hallucinations and delusions. One second she'll be with you, smiling and writing her little phrases on a notepad, and the next she'll be shaking with wide eyes, looking as if you were about to kill her; which the voices tell her you were. This also causes her trust and anxiety issues; along with her desperate loneliness. Cali really just wants a friend who will stay there for her.

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Song lyrics go to Christina Perri, The Pretty Reckless, and Pierce The Veil.
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