[quote]A Little About (name)
Full Name:
Hair Length:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Tattoos:
Height:
Weight:
Crush:
(Boy Friend/Girl Friend)(choose one and write it)[/quote]
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Grade:
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Family:A Little About Catarina
Full Name: Catarina Juliet Valentine
Hair Length: Lower Back
Hair Color: Velvet Red Cupcake
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos: She has one of a butterfly on her back
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 90 pounds
Crush: no one yet
Boy Friend: She doesn't have one yet
A Little About Drew
Full Name: Drew Steven Valentine
Hair Length: Short
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Deep olive green
Tattoos: He has one of a skull on his back
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 102 pounds
Crush: He doesn't have one yet
Girl Friend:He doesn't have one yet:(
A Little About Imaly
Full Name: Imaly Grace Chandler
Hair Length: Lower Back
Hair Color: Main Color is reddish-pinkish
Eye Color: Light blue-green
Tattoos: She has one of a heart on her back
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 97 pounds
Crush: No one yet
Boy Friend: Not one yet, all they gotta do is ask her

The shy guy









LILLIAN BOUGE
Full Name: Lillian Crist Bouge
Hair Length: Hips
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos: A cheerleader on her back
Height: 5'4'
Weight: 150 lbs
Crush: Drew
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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, rain coat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Cool girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately,
her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come to free us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly



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