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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:46 am
 My name is Sariel_Star_14
And I happen to like all of the three.(Comedy, Tragedy, Romance)
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stfu - - francesca generated a random number between
1 and 15 ...
4!
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:19 am
-So you want to know my name, well it's Amane Felica Gates.
- My story is seventeen chapters long.
- Do I look like a I have a lump on my bottom half darling, no I'm a female.
- I'm a lady that perfers spending time with the ladies and gentlmen so I must be swinging both ways.
- Oh my goodness, if you give me that I'll love you forever!
+Books
+Quiet
+Colorful hair
+Hair dye
+Dancing
+Singing
- Eek! Get that away from me and burn it!
-Loud people
-Whiny people
-Alot of people in one place
-Disgusting Smells
-Well, I'm Amane and my past is just alot more diffrent then you think. I was born and raised in Tokyo, and it wasn't to hard for me. I was the only child, my parents really didn't want anymore then one. That was untill I reached the age of ten. But let's not go there, just yet. Like I said, I had a easy life but I still had school and chores and stuff. And then.. I turned then and mother annonced that she was pregnant. With twins. My world shattered, and I wouldn't come out of my room for a week. I finally did come out, but I havn't really talked to my parents scince. The twins were born, and I was cast away. The twins are seven now, and I'm seventeen. I'll be turning eighteen in a month. I've been asked now to go on a trip with nine other students, they say there will be shopping and such. So, I'm going, I hope to see you there!
- I'm dead?
- I'm sorry, but who killed me so my skinny butt knows who the hell to haunt.
- I seem to have gotten the vial of fake blood. How lovely.
- I have a scar running down my back from being slammed against a electric fence just a few weeks before we came here, it's healed now but it starts at the top of my spine, going all the way down to the small of my back and then it branches off to both hips before spiraling down my legs. It's not very pretty but horses are strong enough to buck you off and make you land on a electric fence. That's really not that fun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:09 am
I may be a student but my name is not "Hey You" it happends to be: Andrea Claire Rayne I have spent this many years on the earth and I plan to keep growing older and older: 17 I am not from around here but you can bet I know where I am from: Paris Not that my past is any of your business: Andrea's past? Well, it's kinda messy, pretty, and weird at the same time. How about we start with the pretty? Well, she was born right? Right. Okay, on with that. She was born in Rome, Italy. So, naturaly, this little lovely is italian. Andrea had loved the arts from the start, and she had been put into many lessons but only prevailed at dancing, drawing, singing, writting and playing the piano. But, that was okay for her. She was a born werewolf, but her parents were human, the wolf gene hadn't been passed down to them through her grandparents. But she got it, and she thought it was wonderfull. Untill the first transformation at age seven. That was the first time she had killed anybody, and that's where it gets messy. We already got past the weird part, she didn't have wolf parents to help her, so that made her weary of the first transformation and she had reason.
The full moon had just peaked in the sky, and it was two days after her seventh birthday. Laughing and giggling was all that could be heard as the fur started to prickle her small little arms, then it was screams and cries of pain as she started to fully transform. Now in the place where the little girl stood was a small white wolf, one that most would see in the arctic. But, she didn't have the self control like most wolves that had training would, so she attacked the first thimg she saw. Her parents. After that night she was terrorfied to transform, but she had to, to keep herself in check. Now, we get to this other little weird part, Andrea moved to the states on her own, she had no family and she just didn't really want any. Now Andrea has been shipped off to this school, and she is dreading to see what will come from it. I happen to be the wicked student on campus if you didn't noticed: Wicked would the be the perfect way to describe me, cause I am wicked. Wickedly beautiful, wickedly mean, and wickedly gracful on the dance floor. I am someone you don't want to cross, because I have my ways of getting you back. Being the wicked one on campus is kinda nice, seeing as you don't have to worry about people try to talk behind your back, because you can hear them from a mile away. Something you should know is that I may pretend to not like this stuff, but I really do: +Dancing
+The Arts
+Singing
+Writting
+Drawing
+Reading
+Taking Pictures
+Cute Boys I truthfully don't like this stuff: -The Quiet
-Lesbians
-Not Having Art Around Me
-Dull Colors
-Dull Rooms
-Whiny People I happen to have something else to say if you dont mind: I have a scar running down my back from being slammed against a electric fence just a few weeks before we came here, it's healed now but it starts at the top of my spine, going all the way down to the small of my back and then it branches off to both hips before spiraling down my legs. The person who pulls my strings is: Sariel_Star_14 
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