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✈extra info;
✈role// "Well, My social ranking is popular."
✈favorite movie// " Pitch perfect <3
I just love that Capella group, and fat amy."
✈issues// " If you want to hear them that bad...
Due to dancing I need a tiny body, so sometimes I
throw my food back up. So i'm slightly bulimic. I
tried to starve myself, but the pain in my tummy
hurt too much. I also have arachnid phobia. The
fear of spiders. There so big any hairy! God they
just creep me out'"
✈occupation// " Well dance? I sometimes get
paid to preform in shows, and i get featured in
dance magazines."
✈fears// " Well i fear spiders, that's a big one.
I also fear failure. I just don't want to be the girl that failed
in life,or burned out. I have a fear of the ocean too. I fear
a shark will kill me, I just hate the idea of it."
✈nicknames// " Well people call me Abi. which is
actally very common. Those who know I dance
call me the black swan. I like that one a lot for
some reason. It pretty much sums me up.
✈likes//" I only like one thing in this world really. Dance.
Its one of the only places I fit in. I'm so
good at it, dance is instinct. I'm not
being being labeled by the kids at school,
I'm not being called the cold one. It's
my home, and thats the most important
thing."
✈theme song// "ed sheeran - angels to fly"
✈favorite movie character// "Easy. Any shirtless guy."
✈crush// " Everyone pretty much has a dream guy. My dream guy
is tall and muscular. He would have to be interested in dance
just like i am. He has blue or gray eyes, maybe brown? I don't really know.
It's not something i think about... I really
don't have any crushes. I have no boyfriend or love interest.
So ' i'm on the market' as one would say. but you need to impress
me before you can truly earn my affection."
✈family// "There all dead. The living one is dead to me."
✈siblings// "Dead...."
✈pictures// copy right to original owners
✈form// copy right to brittle!!
✈use with// permission!
✈notes from author// Enjoy.
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in·san·i·ty
⇜
/inˈsanitē/
Noun
Completely Mad.
main information wrote:ᴬᴳᴱ✈"I was born on June the
seventeenth of the year nineteen ninety five. So that
makes me sixteen years of age, which is still rather
young.''
ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ✈ " Well my name is quite simple to say. Abigail Rose Watson.
You could probably tell by my last name that I am British
Well to start my first name comes from my grandmother
on my mums side of the family. Even in her old age she had
a light blonde colored hair. It was short where mine goes
down just past my shoulder blades which are very
easy to spot because i'm a rather petite girl. It is naturally
wavy, I wouldn't say I have curls.My middle name is Rose,
the grandmother on my fathers side, that was her name.
My mum didn't like it at first, but then it grew on her.
Granny Rose was about my height,5''9, when she was young,
and had the same dark brown eyes with streaks of black
in them. My last name comes from mum, Scarlet Marie
Watson. Most people just call me Abi , which is fine
ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ ✈"It's also quiet obvious I'm a female, everyone
knows this by when they look at you. There are hints
you know."
Hᴵˁᵀᴼᴿʸ ✈ " Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing.
My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night.
That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my
younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had
sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my
mums didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't
actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living
room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with
my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house.
And my mum, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled
into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears
stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my
room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me.
I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs,
turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep
no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to
hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked
down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them.
Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them.
But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But
I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom,
sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said,
it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you.
I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister.
Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she
kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother
died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran
upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from
her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door.
And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine.
The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in.
I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the
door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me,
and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained
to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance.
It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead
already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for
me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.
And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to
live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like
the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was
five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night
he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably
getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom
came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me,
she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything
she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen
and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me
hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me
to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he
lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually
I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen
though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got
into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later.
He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need
to survive. I started to pick up dance, thats where the extra money came from.
That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."
ᴾᴱᴿˁᴼᴺᴬᴸᴵᵀʸ ✈ " Some would describe me as sour candy? God I don't know
I don't really want to call myself sour. But i have a sweet
and sour side. I guess i have a sour shell almost, I look
sweet, but am not. When I want to be I'm sweet, I talk soft
and listen to what you have to say, i encourage you.
I might also stroke your ego a bit telling you how smart
you are things like that. I might even act like a mothering
roll to you if i like you. I support you when you need it, then
get mean when your wrong or do something wrong. Yet I
have a shell you have to break first to get to my sweet side.
At first I act cold and stuck up, maybe only skimming over
the questions you ask me. I'm not one to trust people so
i might seem slightly hesitant. Don't worry it's not you, it's
my little test to see if your a good enough person to stick
around and break my shell. which is hard to do, trust me.
I'm really mean at first, i might glance at you with narrowed
eyes, even walk away from you. Don't take it personal like I
said before. I sometimes feel bad if I hurt someones feelings
with my little test. I feel god awful. I'm a human, I have feelings"
ᴰᴱˁᶜᴿᴵᴾᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " My hair goes down to below my rib cage, so its
actually quiet long. It's bleach blonde with a few streaks of black
here and there. My hair is quiet thick and my hairline is on the
side of my head. My eyes are dark brown like chocolate, and
there streaked with black, which I think is rather interesting.
I have very profound cheek bones, and am rather skinny. Some
of my bones are visible, but i'm boney and tiny because i'm a
dancer. I have a big white smile any tiny feet, yes I said
tiny feet.I have long legs and am actually very muscular. I'm
5''9 at about 117 lbs.I Like how i'm tall and skinny with long
blonde hair and brown eyes.
ˁᴱˣᵁᴬᴸ ᴼᴿᴵᴱᴺᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " Straight as a board."
won-der
⇜
/won-dur/
Noun
A marvel.
