Post by dahlia forrester on Aug 7, 2008 15:32:36 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, dahlia christine carson forrester.
but people tend to call me, dahlia, doll, dee, bumblebee.
I turned , twenty one.
on , january third.
so that means I've been attending, fidm.
when the days over i like me some , boys.
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, brown.
and I love my eyes, they're, brown.
and my skin colors this really cool, light tan.
mainly because I'm , brazilian, american, spanish.
I measure up to , five foot nine.
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , one hundred thirty three.
but it's kind of cool that I have , scar below her kneecap, scar on the inside of right arm, scar on the right of her jaw.
and my style blows yours away , expensive, high class, unique, stylish.
so over - all , dahlia has always loved her hair, and is meticulous about taking care of it. she’s always had her brunette locks long and layered, ever since she can remember. even as a little girl, she always had her hair long, though it was a pain in the ass to take care of. until about third grade, she always had her hair in a braid that hung halfway down her back, but she loved the feeling of long hair, and it was always gorgeous when she took it out of it’s braid. the brown locks have always been a lovely shade of brown, with natural golden highlights that make it shine and light up in the right lighting. as she got older, she learned to use these highlights, and to get haircuts that utilized the naturally bright and wavy strands of her gorgeous hair. she usually spends her time with it resting around her shoulders, or up in a high ponytail that draws attention to her gorgeous facial features. the only time she has her hair tucked away is when she rides, and that’s because she can’t ride properly unless it’s out of her face. even when she’s not riding, she usually hides it under a hat so that she can’t be recognized by anyone who might see her. she doesn’t like hiding her hair, since she likes it so much, but it’s the only way she can live her double life without being exposed. she takes great care of her hair, and she gets irritated if she can’t take a shower and wash her hair every day or every other day. you could say that she’s a little bit paranoid about her hair getting gross and dirty.
second only to her hair, dahlia’s eyes are a gorgeous shade of deep brown that light up during the summer to be more of a chestnut brown than the darker brown of winter. her eyes are wide and hidden under a thick layer of lashes. she loves her eyes, and is careful to choose makeup that highlights the natural beauty of her face, especially eye shadows that work with her eyes and skin tone. the only problem she has, is that when she races, she wears blue colored contacts so that she can try and hide a lot of her appearance. she’s lucky enough not to need glasses or contact lenses, and her vision is almost perfect, which she continually thanks god for. at one point, her doctors thought she needed glasses, and she was so upset by it, she cried herself silly for fifteen minutes. luckily for dahlia, they’d made a mistake in her testing, and when they retested, they found that they’d been wrong about her needing glasses or contacts. the only glasses she likes wearing are sunglasses, and she takes great care to buy good sunglasses so that her eyes don’t get burned out by the sun. she’s meticulous about keeping the circles from being under her eyes, and is almost as bad about her eyes, as she is about her hair. the only difference is that she has a little less control over the outcome of her eyes, than she does over the outcome of her hair on a daily basis. she’s paranoid about getting her eyes hurt, and is careful to always covering her face when she falls during a race.
dahlia is lucky enough to have what seems to be a perpetual tan. it’s not the fake kind that looks too orange, or not quite brown enough to look good. her skin is a lovely bronzed colour that makes her look like she stepped off a beach in mexico, even during a cold winter in los angeles. due to the fact that her skin is already tan, she doesn’t really change colours when she goes somewhere sunny and all, though if she falls asleep in the sun, she can burn, and it makes her angry when she does. for the most part though, the bronze colour of her skin looks great with the deep brown of her hair and eyes, and she can’t remember a time when she was much paler than this. she owes a lot of her dark colouring to her father and his family, both spanish and brazilian sides of his family. during her childhood, people didn’t believe she and her mom were related, seeing as how her mom was pale and blonde, and dahlia was always dark and brunette. she and her dad share a lot of looks, and their most prominent one is their similar skin coloration – which they both love. she enjoys not having to go out in tan, or go to a tanning salon. she’s nervous about spending too much time in thesun, or the possibility of getting cancer from too much UV exposure. she’s always been worried about keeping up her looks, and her skin is as much a part of her looks, as her eyes or hair or anything else. she loves being able to stand out in a crowd, and she doesn’t take it for granted.
standing at a powerful five foot nine, dahlia still only weights about one hundred and thirty pounds, or there about. all her life, she’s had to be in shape, which is how she keeps her legs fat free, and her stomach toned and flat up and down. without as much muscle as she has, she’d weigh much less, taking into account the fact that muscle weighs more than fact. everyone on her fathers side was tall, although her mom was only five foot six at her best. she’s a tad bit tall for a girl, which can irritate her sometimes, but for the most part, the best looking guys are all taller than her, and she doesn’t mind that much. her legs make up most of her height, being a bit longer than the normal for someone of her height, but she doesn’t mind – although it makes finding jeans a bit hard. she loves her body, and works hard to maintain it’s highly muscled form. she does eat healthily, although like every girl, she slips snacks every once in a while, and her metabolism allows for this to pass through without staying for more than a few hours. she likes keeping herself in shape, and she runs and works out when she can, which is usually twice during the week, and twice during the weekend, depending on what plans she has for her week and weekends. she doesn’t go out of her way to stay in shape, so she’s lucky that she’s able to stay like this without much work. she appreciates her good looks, and she doesn’t take them for granted, despite her tendency to snack on brownies and potato chips.
dahlia only has three prominent scars on her body, and with a large amount of plastic surgery, they’re only visible when you really look for them. unless she points them out, most people can’t even see the scars. the first one was on the inside of her right arm, from her third month of motocross. she was practicing on an old course, and there was barbed wire around the outside of the track. as she went around the corner, one of the boys accidentally bumped her and sent her flying into the fence. she sliced open the inside of her arm and needed sixteen stitches and two months of healing to get it back to normal, plus the plastic surgery to hide the scar. the second accident was when she was in her first real racing final, and as she went around the last corner, the boy she was battling for first, illegally slammed her with his bike, and cracked several bones in her knee. the scar was from them going into her knee to put in a small metal pin, and to remove all the cracked bone that was floating around in the free space around her knee. it only required six stitches, and much less plastic surgery to hide, although the general appearance of her knee tended to hide the scar on its own. the last, and most recent scar was from someone pushing her into a metal pole, and her helmet slid up and she broke her jaw. the scar was from the incision made to repair the broken jaw bone, and of course, it too had plastic surgery to hide the severity of the scar and all.
she’s always been spoilt with nice clothes, and her dad has never denied her the money she wants to get new clothes. almost every week, she comes home with a few new bags of clothes to add to her closet. it’s almost impossible to see her wear anything two days in a row, even if everything but the skirt or shirt changes. she loves to wear clothes that show off her legs and stomach, and she has more heels than she knows what to do with. her closet is full of clothes from all walks of life, and she can seamlessly blend into any style given half a chance. she gets a lot of her clothes and jewellery from places that no one has heard of, just so it’s unique and interesting, and so no one else will have anything like it. what people are completely unaware of, is the fact that she also takes old clothes of hers, and will tear them to pieces, and make new ones out of the old fabrics and jewellery. it looks like it came straight from a designer, which is entirely why she’s at fidm, to work in the fashion industry – as a cover for what she really loves to do. she loves to see what kind of clothes she can pull off, and sometimes is far too critical about the little things. she can get overly irritated by mismatched colours, and she always has to match everything she wears, although sometimes you might not guess from the colours. whatever she wears, she manages to look like a model in it. she’s pretty modest about this fact though, though not enough to be humble.
but people say I look like , kristen stewart.
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[/size]but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,
*[/size] personage - - - - - [/blockquote][/right]
[/i][/size][/color] because, i have no patience for people who piss me off.
I love, television, craziness, frat parties, sororities, pledge week, motocross, sleeping around, prank calls, friends, debate class, her dad, getting her way, sleeping, watching sports, enjoying herself, hot showers, dogs, gemsbok, rock and roll, hip hop music, dancing, alcohol, mechanical pencils, sugar, brownies, hot chocolate, thunder storms.
but I really despise, bananas, smoking, drugs, crashing, the police, getting caught, not getting her way, fire, lightning, sharks, rap music, annoying people, immaturity, stupidity, her mom, summer school, waking up early, cold water, getting sunburned, restrictions, rules, cold sores, getting sick, being late, mud.
I personally think I'm pretty good at, not regretting, telling lies, going crazy, drinking, motocross.
though I should really work on , being nicer, keeping my temper in check, not stealing boys, being patient.
people tend to tell me I'm ,
maneater[/font] because, i have my fun with boys, and then leave 'em.
complicated[/font] because, i'm never the same as i was yesterday.[/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm , dahlia has been the epitome of a maneater her entire life, starting in pre-school and never stopping as she got older. it’s not from a dislike for men, that she finds it easier to love ‘em and leave ‘em, but more from a perspective on love and life, that is slightly different to most people. her opinion on relationships has always been that they will fail, no matter the consequences, and no matter how hard you can try. this opinion may have arisen from the divorce of her parents when she was seven – and the fact that her father cheats on her stepmother almost every week or so. the lack of compassion and good guidance around her, allowed her to form a view on love that consists of getting her way, then walking away from anything before she can be dragged down by it. with her looks and personality, she has almost no trouble getting what she wants, and she has no qualms with that. although, sometimes people won’t give her what she wants, and this is the only time that she’ll give chase, but as soon as she gets it, she drops it and walks away. no one in her life has ever shown her that this is bad, and the continual flow of boys who let her have what she wants, just continues to push it into her mind, that being like this is fine. she’s never had consequences for her actions, and thus she feels no compassion for the pain or suffering she causes people when she chews them up and spits them out without a thought or word of apology. she’s never known any different, and it’s hard for her to wrap her mind around any other behaviour.
ever since her parents got divorced, dahlia and her dad spent almost all their time together. he didn’t trust anyone but himself to raise his daughter, and so he took her to school every day, and made her into who she is. as she grew up, she quickly learned that this bond with her dad got her almost anything she wanted if she asked sweetly and gave him a smile. as she got into her teenage years, she used this to get away with things that would have made her mother cringe, had she been involved in dahlia’s life. of course, she really does care about her father, mostly because she knows how hard he worked to raise her, and how much he loves her. her status as a daddy’s girl is one of two levels. she gets basically everything she wants from him, but is also insanely close to her father. he’s always been her confidant, and although some things aren’t possible to tell him, she takes his advice in matters of live and such – and he’s never steered her wrong. sure, he wasn’t the most mature and responsible parent in her life, but he was always someone she could lean on, and someone she’d trust not to judge her too quickly or throw her into the cliché of a bitchy teenager. her life would have been different, had her father taken responsibility for his daughter, but there’s not a girl and father that can rival how close dahlia and her father are. she’ll always rely on him when things come down to the wire, and no matter what happens, he’ll always been the number one man in her life.
despite her outwards appearance of ditziness and confusion, dahlia is actually an exceptionally intelligent young woman. all her life, she’s been more aware of things around her, than most of her friends. she was always one of the top in her class, and this continued through her elementary and middle school years. in high school, her grades fluctuated a little in her freshman and sophomore years, but by junior and senior year, she’d managed to secure a 3.8 GPA, and graduated with honours. she’s always been a good student, and she doesn’t have to try very hard to get the good grades. her mind easily wraps around some of the hardest concepts out there, and she has a particular knack for debate. she loves the feeling of beating someone with facts and opinions, and this competitive edge always made her a favourite with her teachers in high school. college is no different, and she continues to get high marks on her tests and homework assignments, while maintaining a social life. the only subject she’s ever struggled in was chemistry, because the math always got jumbled up in her mind, and she only passed with a C in that class. now that she doesn’t have to take the class anymore, she has no problems with hard subjects, and often spends her time faking it. she only fakes dumb to get the excuse to have good looking tutors. she’s a hard one to pin down, and she often hides her intelligence, since playing dumb is a lot easier than being smart.
physically, dahlia isn’t much of a danger to anyone except on the track. during motocross races, she can get violent, and pulls out all the stops to get her wins. she doesn’t physically go out of her way to injure people, but somehow people get injured when they mess with her. when she’s at school or around home, she’s only dangerous on a mental level. she plays mind games like no one’s business, and spends a lot of her time picking on people she doesn’t like, simply because her intelligence lets her do so. she doesn’t feel any regret for her callous and mean comments, and so she becomes even more of a danger to people. she’s not one to get her hands dirty, and so she plays her games with words and underhanded tricks that would make even the worst of people gasp sometimes. sure, she does have the ability to sympathize and feel bad, but most of the time, it’s hard to convince her that anyone whose fucked with her, is worth giving another chance. her tendency to hold a grudge is a problem, and it makes her harder to deal with. she gets a kick when people fight back, and the more you fight her, the harder she fights back. she plays dirty, and has no problems dragging up things dead and buried if she knows they’ll hurt you in some way. her whole life has been made by covering her own ass, and not worrying about other people. revenge is something she’s familiar with, although it’s about two or three times worse if the revenge is for a friend of hers.
despite her nasty habits, dahlia does have a sweet side, and she can be pretty good at listening. her friends mean a lot to her, and she’ll go out of her way to make sure they’re okay. you wouldn’t guess from some of her comments, that her friends are so important, but if you are her friend, you’ll see a girl completely different to the one everyone else sees. she can listen for hours on end, and doll out soothing comments and mean jokes on account of whoever hurts her friends. sure, she only really does this for people who’ve proven themselves to be interesting and worth her time, but she’s good to her true friends. regular old friends come and go for dahlia, so she’ll be nice – to a point. she won’t go out of her way to make you feel like her best friend, unless you really are. she’s used to not having more than one or two real friends, so when she does fuck up with one of the important ones, she’ll grovel and apologize until she can make things better with whoever she’s pissed off. if you catch her on a really good day, she might even be nice to someone she’s not familiar with, as long as they make her laugh and she doesn’t get the impression that they’re completely dumb and immature. her sweet side isn’t as prominent as the dangerous or temperamental side, but you’ll appreciate the kind one, when you’re having a bad day and you need someone to say the right thing. she may not be perfect, but dahlia knows what to say when, to make things seem a little better than they may be.
her ditzy and dumb façade plays a lot to her advantage, and leaves her constantly underestimated. people believe that she is as she pretends she is, and so they don’t think she’s as smart and as dangerous as she can be. this is particularly true when she races. she doesn’t look like a girl who’d race bikes for a sport, nor does she look like a girl who’d be very good at it. none the less, she’s good at what she does, and she loves to make people’s jaws drop down to the floor when she does something impressive and something they wouldn’t expect from her. she purposefully keeps people in the dark about her real personality, because it gives her an edge if she has to take them on for some reason. not to mention, she likes making people look silly, and if she gets them to underestimate her, she can humiliate them when she makes them look like an amateur, or look completely dumb. she first started this in preschool, when she realized how fun it was to shock people. after that, she started acting dumb in class, but would get perfect scores on her homework and tests. she was amused by the looks her teachers would give her when they handed back her tests, though there was a period where they were convinced she was cheating off other kids, but since no one was getting as high a score as her, they had to assume she was doing it all on her own – something that shocked them to no end. she gets a kick out of it, and she can’t stop herself once it starts.
dahlia isn’t very open about what she’s feeling, or what’s going on in her life. even with her closest friends, she’s still liable to hide some things from them. it originates from the fact that she was always keeping secrets for her dad, when he’d go around sleeping with other women, and he’d forget that dahlia was still in the house. he’d constantly ask her to keep it secret from her mom, and so she learned that secret keeping was a lot easier than telling the truth. it became important to her, when she fell in love with motocross, but when she mentioned it to her friends, they’d howled with laughter and teased her for the rest of the day about it. after that, she decided to do it, but she didn’t tell anyone except for her dad, and that was because she needed his support to be a competitor. when she started competing more and more often, she had to learn how to keep secrets from people, and how to keep them well. she became an expert at being so nonchalant about it, that it made it almost impossible to believe she was lying. she has a hard time trusting people not to betray her, after her mom betrayed her by leaving her dad. at her young age, she hadn’t quite put two and two together as to why she’d left, and so she was left with trust issues, believing that trust just hurt you. even her father, who she’s the closest to, doesn’t know everything about her. there’s no one in the world that knows everything about dahlia forrester, and she likes to keep it that way.
being a person whose personality changes at a whim, dahlia has to fall under the category of complicated. her reasoning behind how she is, has never been solid, and trying to wrap your mind around it just hurts. anyone who tries to understand why she is how she is, will spend a long time before they realize that they have no idea at all. she’s used to people getting frustrated with her and tell her she’s too complicated for her own good, but she doesn’t care. her emotions tie directly into memories that almost seem nothing to do with each other, and thus you see more complications in her person. as much as she looks like she’s trying to be a pain in the ass, she doesn’t try to be any more complicated than she is on a regular basis. she doesn’t understand herself, and she even gets annoyed that she jumps from point a to point d, and she has no clue how she got there. just after her parent’s divorce, her dad took her to see a shrink, and he’d recommended she come in five days a week, to sort out the complications of her personality and memories. at that point, she stoutly refused, and accepted that she would never be normal and easy to understand. she aggravates herself at times, and she wishes she could be different, but at the same time she loves herself. she’s a walking contradiction, which is what makes her so hard to understand. she’ll always be this way, and this tendency to complicate things on accident, makes it exceptionally hard for anyone to get close to her.[/blockquote]
[/size]I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, san francisco, california.
well my father .. ,
coming in at , fifty seven.
he supported us by , owning an oil company.
all in all, he's pretty , much my favourite parent.[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , fifty three.
she helped too, by , working at a bar.
in the end she's quite , a bitch, i hate her.[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet , cassie , two , australian cattle dog , female .
the love life , ever since preschool, dahlia has always been a big flirt, but she's never been in a steady relationship for more than a month. she has a hard time being faithful, and she gets bored really easily. she's never really had a lot of feelings for anyone, and mostly operates off hormonal impulses. she's not incapable of loving someone, but she never has, and relationships don't scare her, but she doesn't want to be confined to one thing at a time.
& the good and the bad, xavier and lilian couldn’t have been more different, in their looks and the way they were brought up. xavier grew up in brazil, learning to take over his dad’s oil business from a young age. lilian came from a middle class, white, american family who just wanted their kids to go to college. it was an accident that the two came across as each other, seeing as xavier hadn’t meant to end up in san francisco, but somehow his flights had gotten switched and he ended up in a completely unfamiliar city to him. he tried to talk to the people in the airport, but there were no flights to where he needed to be, and thus he was forced to leave the airport and locate a place to stay until he could get a flight to texas. when he finally found a hotel, he immediately got a room, and ordered room service. he hadn’t expected it to be a bright, gorgeous girl four years younger than him. he was immediately interested in her, and began specifically requesting she bring him whatever he ordered from room service. he left the three days later, but got her number before he left. the two stayed in touch, and they’d visit whenever he was in the city for business. after three years of this, he asked her to marry him, and they were married within six months. within another eight months, lilian was expecting her first child – dahlia forrester. they were both nervous, but excited at the prospect of a child. sadly though, instead of making their bond tighter, the birth of their daughter pushed the two farther apart.
motherhood was stressful for lilian, and she began taking out her anger on xavier, accusing him of cheating when he went away to deal with family business. while he wasn’t around a lot, xavier doted on his daughter like no other, and still cared for his wife, though she drove him insane. when dahlia was one, her mom announced that she was going to have a little sibling, and nine months later, dahlia was introduced to her little brother, constantine. this put more stress on lilian and xavier’s relationship, and continued to press them apart from each other. xavier tended to spend more time away, and began taking his daughter with him when he went away, leaving his wife and son alone in their house. dahlia and her dad always got along, and he became her idol. he taught her how to play card games and how to do all the things her mother never would’ve approved of. dahlia and her brother got along well enough, but she was never really worried about him, since her mom doted on him all the time. lilian knew the bond between dahlia and xavier would always be stronger than hers with dahlia, and so she made sure she had the stronger bond with constantine. dahlia never really noticed the distance between her mother and herself, so her childhood was uneventful. she didn’t get to spend as much time with her dad as she would have liked, but she accepted this with as much grace as a young child could. she instead spent as much time with him as possible, whenever he was home.
as her childhood was uneventful, nothing would prepare dahlia for what began happening when she was five. her dad forgot that she was in the house, and she accidentally walked in on her father sleeping with someone who wasn’t her mother. at that point, she began keeping secrets for him about who he was with, and where he was. as a five year old, it didn’t feel like much more than secrets that she wanted to keep – just so she could have a secret with her idol, her father. when she was seven years old, her mother found out what was going on, and demanded that she and her husband get a divorce. at that age, dahlia wasn’t able to comprehend quite what was going on, and she began to blame her mom for walking away from the family, taking dahlia’s little brother with her. dahlia stayed with her father, and they formed a unique bond over time. he was the kind of dad that all her friends wanted, and she just laughed and appreciated that she finally had her dad all to herself. he never let her stay at home alone, and made sure she had company if he couldn’t take her on a trip with him. she grew up without a mother figure really, seeing as her mom had been distant since dahlia had been about four years old. this was a lifestyle that she could deal with, and not having her mom around didn’t seem a big deal to her. she and her dad were thick as thieves, and she only understood that now she didn’t have to share him with her mom, which made her exceedingly happy.
when dahlia turned thirteen, her dad remarried a younger woman named cinthia, who dahlia would never like. the woman irritated her to no end, so six months later, when her dad started cheating again, dahlia said nothing. it was at this point that her personality really became more cruel and malicious, mostly because she hated the woman who drained her dad every day, and took his attention away from his daughter. around this time, she began to experiment with alcohol and drugs, though she quickly stopped the drugs. alcohol became her primary source of entertainment while she was with her friends, as did boys. at age fourteen, she lost her virginity to a high school junior who had no idea what he was doing, and who she never talked to again after that. alcohol and boys were her life after that, though she maintained her grades and her motocross – a sport that she’d taken up when she was nine years old. the only consolation she had in the fact that her stepmother annoyed her, was that motocross was all about dahlia, and no amount of sex could change that fact for cinthia. as much as the sport had been a way for her to get attention, by her age fourteen, she was fully involved in the sport, and spent every weekend or every other weekend at a new race, trying her hardest, and actually doing really well. she loved the sport, and she loved that it gave her time to spend with her dad. it became her safe haven, and became something she could practice when she was irritated and angry, or just upset.
in high school, dahlia was always popular, though she was also respected and feared for her tendency to mess with other girls minds, and break them down emotionally. by now, she was living two separate lives, one in which she could race dirt bikes, and one in which she spent more time in the affections of boys, than she did getting along with the girls around her. she never got involved in feeling bad because of what people said, because she could go out and make herself feel better by getting any guy she wanted, and then dumping him when she was bored with him. she continued to hate her stepmother, keep her father’s secret, and race her dirt bikes. she’d never felt so alive as she did in high school, though it might have had something to do with the amount of adrenaline rush tasks she took on. she did things just to feel the thrill of it, and when that got boring, she took to taunting the police, breaking the law and slipping just out of reach. her father was so lost in his trance that he didn’t notice. she continued to confide in him about almost everything but her law breaking, and he continued to be the one person she trusted not to fuck her over and make her regret it. she and her dad only got closer as she got older, and he was proud of her when she cleaned up a little in her junior and senior years, cutting back the alcohol and the partying, though the sleeping around remained almost the same. it’d become part of her personality, to be observed and wanted by boys, and she loved it.
when she got to the end of high school, she continued to do her motocross, but she had to do something to make it seem like she was majoring in something. so she applied to fidm as a fashion major, and surprisingly was accepted her first time around. she started in september and actually found herself reasonably interested in what she was doing, though motocross still held more of an interest for her. she worked her ass off for as long as she was in school, though she continued to sleep around and be herself on a daily basis. when she got to sophomore year, she was able to take less classes than freshman year, and so she spent more time riding, and managed to ride for a couple other people as well as the small team she’d begun on. hiding who she was became more effort as she became more well known, and rode in more and more televised events. it became a part time job, trying to pretend that casey monroe who rode motocross bikes and looked uncannily like dahlia forrester, were not that same. luckily, her dad was still behind her, and still cheating on his new wife like it was no big deal. she continued to have her bad habits, breaking hearts and taking names, not worrying about how people would feel in the end. the only thing she wanted, was to continue doing what she loved, and to not worry about who and what was going on around her. no one had ever brought her down before, and just because she was in the most dramaful city in california, didn’t change that fact.[/blockquote]
[/size]but I understand your sadness so
I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, I'm zazu[/color]. I play dahlia forrester[/color] and her playmates, tyger roberts, kennedy carlisle, carina gates & alissa merano[/color]. I myself have seen fifteen[/color] summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in california ( pst )[/color]. I've been in this part of town for three or four[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that rae[/color] told me about this island resort? she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is lol at zazu[/color], my msn's splatgoessplat@gmail.com[/color], and my email's lolatzazu@gmail.com[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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check tyger roberts.
