* you and your big dreams ,

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Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,

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hello, the name's, daphne valentino aurora demasque .
but people tend to call me, dee, heart, valentine.
I turned , twenty .
on , july seventeenth .
so that means I've been living, in las angeles for the greater part of my life.
when the days over i like me some , boys.

I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,

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well, my hair is, Her hair is the most fair color of golden blonde, girlishly misplaced on her head. There never seemed to be a hair in the correct place- instead, soft cornsilk locks are all over her head. In an attempt to tame her hair, she keeps it worn long and loose and neatly clipped, though it grows too fast and is easily misplaced. It’s straight, but has the slightest amount of curl to it in all the wrong places, making it stick out at awkward angles, but still looking desirable none the less. She generally keeps it worn long and down, with that same slight curl to it, and when need be, she’s the first to throw it back in a ponytail. A heavy bang is what heeps her eyes shaeded and hidden from the world, just as god had intended it from birth.
and I love my eyes, they're, New York eyes, bright and blue, the light seeming to reflect right through them, dividing the tiny pigmentations of blue into cerulean and turquoises‘, navy’s and civil‘s, sparks combining and flowing together to make the most enthralling light blue color, appearing almost black in photographs. Long lashes line those eyes so demurely, casting intrigue on anyone who happened to peer into them. Almost the eyes of a child, appearing innocent, but there was something else there- something a bit darker behind them, something that made you want to know the person underneath. Almond shaped orbs holding steady gaze, never shifted, cast upon anyone who happened to look her way. The most peculiar blue color, blue, but almost faded. Like the color of ice- so sharp they could cut you, and make you melt into them at the same time.
and my skin colors this really cool, Her fair English pallor was never something to brag about in her own eyes- annoying from start to finish and never giving her a break. Even from the youngest of ages, she was cursed by the fair anglo-saxton skin, no amount of sunscreen or lesser time allotted in the sun saving her from a painful, red, pealing sunburn that would plague her for days. She never tans, no matter what, to her dismay and to others laughable tendencies. As she got older, she learned to embrace the tender olive-coloring of her skin in more ways than one, forgetting about tanning it or darkening it in any way. On the brighter side of things, she had equally fair blonde hair, and she looked great in red, so it was never more than a annoyance to her.

and I love my eyes, they're,
There’s something to be said about the eyes of humanity, pure vessels, orbs saying that they could see what others could not, some into the very soul. One thing that’s always been beautiful about Daphne was her eyes. Unlike the dark brown features that are in her family, the dominant dark haired, dark eyed gene, she has eyes of the most pale green color you will ever see in your life. A part of her loathes her eyes, with the media boosted stereotype that is via Lily Potter, eyes of emerald and erased, where as her eyes couldn’t be any different. Pale green, almost a sea, it’s easy when compared to the rest of her family, how much of a mutation they truly are. It’s to be said, that’s what eyes of hazel and green are, nothing more than a genetic mutation, and that’s only fitting to her daily life. A soft foam, a light sage, a cataclysm of blues and greens that could leave you in your seat, causing all the breathe to be gone from your body. Hearts seem to stop, because her eyes are just that unique. They seem to soften up every little ounce of her features, every little piece of her body, and every little part of her soul. She seems to think that they don’t fit her, that her eyes should have been something more bold, more solid, but the colored contacts she used to use relentlessly, now do nothing but irritate her eyes in ways that she can barely comprehend. After months of accepting the fact that she looked the way she looked, and nothing could change that, she began to embrace her eyes, and most of all, embrace everyone else through them.
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I measure up to , Daphne was always a tiny girl, with out even being small at all. She has a way of seeming so meek and so tiny in her body, when really she used what she had to her advantage. She was born the smallest of babies, with the smallest of faces and the smallest of hands, day in and day out people commenting on just how little she was. Even as she got older, her body always seemed oddly disproportionate. One month her legs would make up the length of her body, while in the next months, her torso would. She grew to be a rather tall girl, exceptionally so, in fact, considering that most of her friends never really made it past five feet tall. She could recall once, one of her teachers in sixth grade, arguing with a student, trying to convince them that not only was the population getting larger in numerical form, but also in height. She couldn’t believe that for a second, though her height of five foot eight was something to be modeled at. Even though she was tall in her footing, and towering in heels, it seemed like she was always the littlest girl in her room. Whether that was to be said for her personality showing through to her appearance, or if it was to be said for something else, she was unsure. All she wanted to know was how her looks had such an effect on people. She’d never considered herself especially beautiful or good looking. Actually, in fact, she thought her looks and her life were painfully, disgustingly, boring. It seemed that when she walked into the room, she was the talk of the town and the pride of her family, with out knowing why. She did her fair share of modeling for small clothing companies and boutiques, and some of her older sisters own affairs, but she never got too serious in it. Her weight, however, was something that did always annoy her. Daphne never thought models were attractive. Their too thin bodies and their near bone way of holding themselves was something that scared her more than anything. The least attractive thing to her was someone who was underweight, and yet she hated her own body. It wasn’t that she was heavy, because she knew she wasn’t. She was thin, and she was grateful for that, a body where she could eat anything and everything that she wanted with out ever gaining a pound. It was the fact that her body wasn’t toned. She felt like she was still heavy, because it seemed to be only loose skin that was on her body, and while there was no fat in-between, the skin was what really agitated her more than anything else on the planet. It was then, that she began working out the slightest bit. She learned quickly, that there was no fair point in doing that. Her body wasn’t going to change anytime soon, so there was no use in letting the years slip by doing more than you had to to make it through the day. Long and lanky, and very little curves to her name, she learned to accept herself for not who she was, but for the fact that what she was, was the best she could do, even if it wasn’t the best.

and I love my distinguishing features, they're,
When it comes to things that set Daphne aside from everyone else around her, it seems that her entire body would be up to be placed on that list. Daphne is, with out a doubt, a very beautiful girl. She has wholesome good looks, that don’t make any vulgar notions from just setting sight upon her, but when really looked at, it seems as if she reeks sex appeal in everything that she does. It is, perhaps, what makes her most attractive. Her certain subtlety and sexuality that she has, really shows her beauty and sets a longing into peoples hearts and soul. To her, nothing is especially gorgeous. Her eyes are too far apart, her forehead is too big, her chest is too small, her hips are too thin, and her limbs are too long. Perfect makings for a model, yes, but for a girl who just wants to be simply gorgeous, to anyone no matter who they are, the looks are nothing special. Everything about her is soft, and nothing is edgy or harsh. Her eyes, the lines and curves of her face, the skin on her chest, everything was so helpless when she wanted nothing more than to feel strong. She didn’t consider herself a weak person by any means, so she didn’t know why her outer had to reflect her inner so poorly.

Her body is completely full of scars, from left to right. Her legs, her knees, her shoulders, arms, wrist, forehead, her seemingly flawless complexion is nothing but when you go underneath the clothing. There is no scary reason as to why this happened, nothing special about why this is the case, other than something was always quite unright when it came to her poise and grace. Perhaps one of the most clumsy people on the planet, she could never keep her balance right when on her two feet. While most girls are uneven when they’re on heels, it seemed that Daphne was very different from the rest. She seemed to be more at home when they’re on heels, rather than barefoot walking in her home. It was quite clear that this girl was made for modeling, but it seemed as if modeling wasn’t made for her.

and my style blows yours away , She wears what she wants, when she wants. A soft spot for animal prints are, perhaps, her sweetest downfall. She’d go through anything for a cute cheetah print dress and a pair of pumps to match. She doesn’t dress promiscuously- she dresses sultry. Her chest is kept inside her shirt, and her ass is kept in her jeans. [as hard as that maybe] She loves scarf’s and jackets, winter coats and sweaters. She doesn’t flaunt her body, because she knows its not the greatest- but it suits her. A body that reflects her personality simply perfectly. Piercings have always been her vex, with out entirely knowing why. She supposed that they just gave her body character. She's always givien into these things, however, because of her job and the position that she holds in the government. To do that would be breaking every rule and code in the book.
so over - all , over all description, 500 + words.
but people say I look like , pb here.
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but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,

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I love, dogs, cats, any sort of animals, mountain dew, nirvana, hard core rock music, fine arts, modern art, the color green, cotton prints, animal friendly people, beanie babies, foreign foods, christmas, reindeer, digital clocks, wooden furniture, time warms, musicals, fine theatre, charles dickens, European literature, computer soft wear, dancing, singing, early-English culture, plants, bumblebees, anything with cherries, the color pink, rick ross, peach lipgloss, camel cigarettes, classical music, ipods, aincient world history, modern world history, jackie kennedy, assination, alice and wonderland, mystery novels, fairy tales, romance, carnations, tulips, the smell of vanilla .
but I really despise, onions, rye bread, heavy foods, thanksgiving, family get togethers, coniferous trees, the tundra, cold weather, roller blading, running, lampshades, modern architecture, English accents, star bucks, coffee cafes, beer mugs, coffee cups, forever the sickest kids, hip-hop, pharell Williams, transformers, optimus prime, video games, the dark, basements, being home alone, doing laundry, unloading the dishwasher, going to the mall, not knowing what’s going on, not being apart of the group, playradioplay .

I personally think I'm pretty good at,
-she's unjudgemental
-she always knows the right thing to say
-she wants to cure the world of hut
though I should really work on ,
-handling her own pain
-taking less on her shoulders
people tend to tell me I'm ,

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but basically, I'm , headstrong

Daphne wants to take your problems away. She wants to make all the problems in the world go away. As far as she is concerned, if there is one ounce of sadness left on the planet, her job isn’t done. She takes too many things on at one time, and tries to get too many things done, and wears herself out easily. She doesn’t care though. As far as she is concerned she is nothing more than a beacon for the world to take their problems out on. Whether its her worst enemy or her best friend, she’d do anything for you, tell you anything to make you feel better. She never wants to cause an ounce of pain in anyone’s life, so she chooses to keep her mouth shut in matters that don’t concern her. She’ll try to help you, she’ll catch you before you fall, but she wont get herself involved in things that aren’t her business. Weather or not this is an endearing quality, that’s really for the person to decide. She does what she can- and she knows what she wants. She can set his mind to something, weather it be schoolwork or sport, and will achieve her goal no matter what. Man, nor beast, nor stormy weather can stand in his way- she simply wont allow it. She doesn’t fail- it simply is not an option for her. Just as she would never let anyone around her down, she is just as determined to never let her down. Ever since she was a little girl, only one thing in life has possessed her thoughts, from birth to britches; she wants to be the most admirable person she can be, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t achieve that goal someday. There is no such thing as competition for her- she does not loose, and although she won’t play dirty, she’ll bend the rules until they’re with in a millimeter of breaking. What Daphne wants, Daphne get’s, and only fools dare stand in her way.

athletic


Sports were something she craved with every ounce of her being- she wasn’t one for cigarettes and drugs, she much preferred the high she got after breaking her record mile, or scoring the winning touch down. Sports- were something she could feed off of, in more ways than one. They helped her develop in life, not only mentally but physically as well. She seemed to become more extroverted when she was in the company of her teammates. She was taught selflessness, she was taught about the common good. Everything that teachers shoved into your heads in a tenth grade civics class room, she had taken out and applied to the field. Football, baseball, swimming, there were all things that taught her determination, made her strive to another level barely comprehensible to her in her younger years. Running was something that fed his moods, creating endorphins. With out her five mile run in the early hours of the morning, she was put in a sickly mood for the entire day. Thin body, all muscle showed her athleticism, something that seemed to come easy to her as opposed to having to work at it. Nothing challenged her- except for being accepted to play with the boys, instead of joining the girls teams. She was too tough for that, too strong. She needed to move on to bigger and better things, and she did intend to do so- that was one thing she had in mind from the start. She excelled at hand-on-hand combat when she arrived in the her highschool gym class, though she had never taken a karate or tae-kwan-do class in her entire life- it seemed that wrestling with her brother, and beating up on the boys for seventeen years of her life developed her just enough in that one area of life. Her hand-eye coordination was implacable, and she did intend to be the best. So what if biologically men were stronger- it was all an example of mind over matter. She didn’t mind, and they didn’t matter. She was going to be on the top.

sugary

Despite tendencies to be a little too aggressive for her own good, Daphne is for the most part, completely adorable. She has an innocent fact that makes her seem childish with out actually being immature. Everything she did was simply mouthwatering, the impressive thing being that she didn’t even know this was the case. She thought that he was just like everyone else, with some beautiful New York eyes added into the mix. She didn’t think her looks were anything to be considered above the ordinary, or that her personality was anything substantial. She had been told that he’d made stomachs turn with his utter naivety, that wasn’t even factual. She had little nervous twitches that made herself appear to be a little girl no older than the age of two, when in all reality he was a woman of twenty three more mature at her age now than most people were in a life time. When she was in the mood, she had a demeanor so sweet, that it was guaranteed to put a diabetic into a glucose coma from insulin shock. If you make a request of her outside of work, now only will she comply, but she will do so with a smile on her face something wicked. She has the ability to be incredibly cute, and incredibly devious all at the same time. She lets people see only want she wants them to see, nothing more and nothing less, and its certain to always change. Nothing to be said for mental immaturity, but it made hearts melt, she made hearts melt, just with a look and a flash of a quirky smile.

desperate

She can come off as the most intellectual, most stable person on the planet, but when it comes down to it, she is dying inside. She is a girl who cant hide the obvious and is struggling to find some sort of stability in her mind, and in her surroundings. She is lacking any real emotional clarity, she goes from happy to sad to pissed off, to suicidal for no reason unparticular. If she gets off her meds for even one day, there’s a good change that it’ll be her last. She cuts more than he eats, and she sometimes throws up even when he does that. There is a constant craving for acceptance and for a place to belong inside of her. She drinks too much, she smokes too much, she does drugs way too much. She has an addictive personality, but that isn’t for only narcotics. She gets addicted to music, to books, she gets addicted to studies. She is desperate for someone to just pay attention to her- she cant break her addictions, and she cant stop what she’s already started. She is drowning in the biggest ocean of razor blades and rubber bands, drugs and alcohol, and wallowing in her own lack of acceptance. She is suffocating, the air heavy with cocaine and lately, heroin. She’s an addict, and she’s looking for a way out. Something tells her that she’ll never find it. She’s screaming for attention in a sound proof room, and if she yells any louder, the walls just might break through.


superheroic

She’s like a cockroach, or Nike tennis shoes. She will make it through anything- she’s determined, and will do so with a strong heart, and goodwill. She wont let things bring her down, not now, not ever- because no matter how hard things get, no matter what happens, at the end of the day, there is always someone out there that she is wanting and ready to help, that is so much worse off than her. Shed tear the entire city down at night, just to show someone the light. There is only one person on the planet she would ever get into a physical fight for, and that is her brother. She’d jump someone, male or female in a heartbeat if ever an ill word was muttered from their lips about him, and put them in a hospital bed. Trust. She keeps so many things inside of her that she doesn’t want the world to see- because she knows that they wouldn’t understand. The things in her past are in her past- or at least, she tries to keep them there. Things tend to back up on her and every now and then she looses control and goes into total breakdown mode with no way to stop it. She doesn’t need people to pick her up from those times- she has herself, and that’s all she ever needed. She’s a private person, and if people cant mind their own business, than they shouldn’t pay any mind to her.

strong

Strength is something that can not be defined by one aspect. It is a series of things, and Daphne has them all. She is mentally strong, she’s smart and she knows it. Sure, she has her difficulties in subjects like literature, but it’s nothing she cant handle. She’s actually rather good at alliterating her words- but I doubt the English professor want’s to read about her sexcapades with the senators son. She is emotionally strong- things that occurred in her life, that most would crumble at the thought of, only built her up and made her stronger. An abusive father, a nearly sedated mother- for some reason, by grace of god or curse of devil, these things didn’t seem to phase her. After the most severe emotional traumas, she could pick herself off the ground and continue on with life. That was what surviving was about, after all. Adapting with something, dealing with something, and no one could do that quite like Daphne . She was physically strong. Growing up, sports were her forte. Football, baseball, and swimming were the things that built up her body. Not to mention taking care of simple things back home, at the ranch. Despite common beliefs, the Demasque's didn’t hire help for their farms. The children were expected to do everything- hard work was the best way to build character. If that was the case, than Daphne was practically animated. She could be strong for other people- hold them up, because she was nothing more than a bystander. She could take care of himself. She was Prince Charming, and her damsel’s in distress came by the gross.

emotional

She doesn’t hold things in- that is one thing that if for certain when it comes to Daphne Demasque. She is physically incapable of keeping things inside of her head. When someone asks her a question she says the first thing that comes into her head, with out question. Whether it be good or bad, is only to be determined upon seeing her. It’s not just his words, though- its her emotions. She simply can not control them. She’s always having ups and downs and all abounds, when she gets mad, she get’s mad. She wont pretend that she’s fine and then go away and cry about it later. She wont sit there and try to make nice with you. Once you piss her off, you piss her off, and there’s no turning around from it. She doesn’t forgive, and she never forgets. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, and she changes her shirt three or four times in a conversation. She can go from happy to sad, to unbelievable upset. Its one thing that is simply understood about her. Her emotions feed her in everything she does, from sports, to school, to work, to her family. She doesn’t understand people who keep things in and locked up inside of them. It was so much better to just let things out, let them breathe. Let your emotions take control of you and drive you in everything you do. With out emotions, you weren’t even human. You were just a robot absent of all thought, living for everyone else but yourself. She didn’t need anyone else. She had herself, and that was it. That was all she ever needed.

vivacious.

When it comes to being vivacious, very few can compete with Daphne. She is the life of the party, whether she’s trying to be or not. It seems that she’s always the center of attention, though she’s sure that’s simply because of appearance, throughout the years. She seems to have something magnetic about her, whether that be her model like height, her straw colored hair, or those ivory sea green eyes that seem to be so unique to her and her alone. Having friends and being popular was never something that she had to work on, because people seemed to attach to her. She and her friends, early in her teenage life, were ones that were selected by her parents, being friends with their parents and other elite members in society, just like they were themselves. She always thought that it had something to do with the money, that her parents huge fees had everything and anything to do with people being so fond of her. It was only until she ventured out on her own, to places where people had never heard of the Demasque's, yet alone their wild daughter Daphne, that she realized that there must have been something really special about her that she herself didn’t see. She’s always looking for a good time, and seems to feel no shame when it comes to what it takes for everyone to have a good time. When you’re with her, she won’t allow anyone to be excluded, because just as she hates being left out, she’s fairly certain that others feel the same way as she does. Outgoing and charismatic, you’d never expect such a strong personality from such a seemingly small little girl .


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I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,

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I came from, avendale, georgia

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well my father .. ,

[/b][/size][/font][/color] donovan demasque.
coming in at , fifty-five
he supported us by , ----
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onto my mother ,

[/b][/size][/font][/color] eloshia windsor .
coming in at , fifty-four
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[/b][/size][/font][/color] skandar, eighteen .[/ul]
then it was time for my own ,

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and my one and only pet(s) ,
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the love life ,
Daphne was never onef or dating.
& the good and the bad, Life was never quiet in the small town where Donovan Demasque grew up. Coming from a history that he did, it was only fitting that life was full of excitement. He was a spoiled man, but had drive, something he didn’t get from his father before him. There was a time in American History, that the Demasque’s were on top of everything and anything. The Demasque’s were an american family, with significant Dutch origins, who were highly prominent during the 1800s because of the family patriarch Cornelius Demasque, the tenth wealthiest person in history, who created railroad and shipping empires. His descendants went on to build great Fifth Avenue mansions, Newport, Rhode Island summer cottages, and various other exclusive homes. The family members were the leaders of the high society scene and the Gilded Age, until the early 1900's, when the ten great Fifth Avenue mansions were torn down and fellow Demasque homes were sold as museums and the like. The family suffered from a major downfall in prominence by the mid-1900's, known as the Fall of the House of Demasque . Despite the family's downfall and major loss of fortunes, the Demasque remain the seventh wealthiest family in history. To crave what he had on a daily basis, was something that happened to him in a wave of action. Despite the fact, that their family had lost a great deal of money in their prime, they still had a great deal in their downfall, more than enough to last them throughout the rest of their lives and several generations afterwards. It was to be noticed from the beginning, just how great he was destined to be. He was always a popular boy in high school, the top of his class with the drive to not only play sports, but to shove a lot of weight into academia, the world of the A+’s and the D-’s, where he was never below a B. Life in high school was uneventful to himself, a life full of parties, all the same, and a craving for more.

Eloshia Windsor was always a pretty girl, holding more to her name than what met the eye. Sure, she was gorgeous, that much could be seen from a long distance away, whether it was being reflected from her run on Soap Operas for months at a time, or from her short-lived modeling career. It was safe to be seen that the girl was intelligent, genius even and it helped that she was from one of the wealthiest families to ever be. Eloshia and Donovan never got along, that much was plain to see. Their families always joked with each other that it was just love in the making, to each others disgust. Things weren’t kind between them. Simple arguments turned into bitter feuds that lasted more than enough time for either family to bear. Arguments between the two of them, showed how simply creative either was. Instead of arguing in the traditional way with curse words and the like,the two preferred prank wars and throwing underwear in freezers. It was only when they were twenty, that a party gone wrong turned into a lifetime turned right. Donovan and Arturo Cristoph never got along, for reasons being that they were from rivaling families, but for others being that Arturo was dating Eloshia. A cotillion was something much too young for the two, but it was only a ball that turned into a fight, that turned into tears and Eloshia holding Donovan, whispering in his ears “I wish we were older.” It only took six months for him to ask her to marry her.

Their relationship was one that was filled with romantic heat and passion, love blooming into their eyes, Donovan eventually going into a finely tuned career in real estate, seeming to have a gift for the smell of drywall and houses, while Eloshia turned to motherhood to make her money. No prenup was involved in their marriage, neither being the sole heir or heiress- it was to be their first born that would hold that privilege for the family. It didn’t take long for Eloshia to take with child, the nine months going by like the slowest amount of time. Eloshia was a vain woman, and one who’d rather eat small dinners to fit in her dresses, rather than tend to her child and gain a few pounds. She was lucky however, Daphne Valentino was born right on time, and smaller than the average child for no reason alone. The little girl, was soon to light up both of their lives in more way than one. In her eyes, those pale sea green eyes, there was something so fresh that they could hardly stand it. There was something about her that just radiated with life, though superficial reasons did drive them. They were a family that was used to everything in life, and insisted on having the best for their children no matter what. It was from a very young age, that Daphne was tended to by a Nanny rather than anyone else, and was taught manners and proper etiquette, just like everyone else in the family expected. She was a well behaved child, though one that was as curious as ever, crawling around and reaching for things, putting even the most acclaimed child proof locks to test. There were more than several occasions where they were rushed to the emergency room, once for the little girl accidentally sucking her hand into the vacuum cleaner, and once again for her falling off the dresser she’d climbed on and cracking her head open. It was only when she turned thirteen, that things began to change- her and her father had never had a good relationship, but their relationship was never really bad either. Something happened inside the walls of the Demasque family, and things tore apart at the seams. It appeared as if Donovan had lost control of his sanity one day, and became distant, sometimes abusive, and drank his way down into oblivion.

Still, the little girl remained to be the pride and joy in their lives, their relationship standing the ties of her curiosity. It was three years later, that Eloshia took with child again, and gave birth, this time to a boy named Skandar. Daphne never really took to her little brother, wanting a sister so badly that she insisted on calling him Meghan until she was nearly five years old. The most horrid things, she did to the little boy. Dressing him up as a baby doll and pushing him around in the stroller, even going as far to accidently break his nose- although the two loved each other dearly, there were very few ways that they could express it.

She was a very normal child, doing just as her parents asked when they asked it. Though she rarely saw them, still being raised by nannies, she was more than pleased as she grew older and learned to understand her life. She never knew who her parents were, or what they did, or why her last name held such esteem in the community. She was always very naïve when it came to the ways of the world beyond her head, always so careless to the things that meant the most. It may have been for this reason, and for this reason only, as to why her parents divorce became so much of a shock when it happened.



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She was fourteen when her parents got divorced, shattering her world of fairy tales and prince charmings. She was blasted into a reality that even she could not understand, and as she usually did, she was curious as to why. It was hard to understand, how little her parents did talk about the divorce. She felt equally towards them, she had no other feelings inclined towards the people, and after awhile, she pined to know the reasons for their divorce so much, that it physically hurt her to be around them not knowing. She could remember her first best friend outside of the elite private schools that she’d been so used to. Tiffany had been her name, and raising hell had been her game, but in a way, the girl made Daphne who she was. Getting into trouble became part of her life, and partyng was now something she did night by night, even from the youngest of ages. There wasn’t a place she didn’t break into or steal from, even though she had more than enough money to buy the entire store, not just the purse inside of it. She was arrested twice- once for breaking into her school and throwing a party in the pool (very much via gossip girl) and another time for being caught with marijuana. Due to her name, she was in the papers weekly, attending clubs underage with other heiresses such as herself, Paris and Kim, the rest of the Kardashian girls, and doing what she pleased. Her parents did eventually get remarried, only to her demise- it was then that she started cutting. It was something that happened so quickly, she couldn’t stop it. Her father raised hell and tormented the women of the family, she eventually, just distancing herself from them in general, it being hard- beause at the end of the day, she loved her dad.

She didn’t see the way she hurt others around her, because she spent so little time worrying about them. There were few things that she could do wrong with herself, and she could only breathe another moment. Her mind was always racing with thoughts, euphoric as they came, and she never truly understood how much her parents divorce effected her until they were completely separated. She couldn’t stand to be around them, because her friends were her family. As much as she loves her parents, she couldn’t help but know that hell was around the corner when they got back together, she being at the age of seventeen. Sure, it was good for her, economically, but she could see the pain in her mothers eyes, and the distrust in her fathers. As she grew older, she attended college, and found herself a nice little apartment, not doing much of anything with her life, because she didn’t have to.

Life was full of answers, and she had nothing but questions.
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There were no nerves today, no sweaty palms or angry faces. Certainly not from the boyishly charming pout of Rafferty Cash. Instead, there was something much more intriguing, written across that unforgiving innocent face, a look of pure and unadulterated confidence. A look of determination, perseverance. A look of dominance over the other boys in the room, all meek in their oxfords and Ralph Lauren sweaters. New England boys at best, possibly some Midwesterners throw in the mix, for good measure. It wasn’t hard to tell who was who, and what part of the country they came from. Not a single boy in that room had the bronzed tan of his skin, the broad shoulders, and the somewhat charming southern accent. It wasn’t prominent in his everyday speech, but at certain words, and certain emotions that were expressed, the thick southern drawl was alliterated out his vocal cords, and adulated into the peoples ears that surrounded him. If one thing was for sure, when Rafferty chose to open his mouth, people paid attention.

His clothes were different as well. Instead of the brilliant kacki’s and cardigan sweaters that the other boys were wearing, their dark brunette hair clipped just below the ears, chocolate brown eyes staring down at loafers, he wore an entirely different attire. One that was much better, in his opinion. And when it came to Rafferty, you seemed to pass opinion right on. Everything just automatically went to fact. There wasn’t even any use arguing with him. You did not pass go, you did not collect two hundred dollars. You were stuck in jail until you agreed with him, and that was final. Beige dress slacks fit wonderfully on his body, not in the same corrosive material as the kacki every other boy was wearing, but the smooth, cotton material of dress pant, like the ones you would wear with a suit. A black Armani shirt wore thin on his narrow frame, long and lanky, not an ounce of muscle on his body, hugging the skin and clinging warmth to him where he sat. He had traded his normal cowboy boots for simply, flatfooted vans, simply because he didn’t have any boots to match the particular color of beige he was wearing at the moment. Shame, how those things tended to work out for him, but it was something he got over quickly. Actually, he had never even too concerned with it from the beginning. And if Rafferty Cash wasn’t concerned with it, it might as well have never existed at all.

He was incredibly bored at the moment- yes, bored. Only Rafferty would complain of lack of stimulants, upon one of the most important days of his young life. He was beginning to wish that he would have aloud his brother to tag along. He was attending the same college interview, yes, but at different times. With their luck, they would have walked in wearing the same outfit, with the same face, pacing pack and forth in the same nervous manner. He always did get curiously nervous around Redford, with out knowing why. Perhaps it was the classic twin rivalry that the scholars talked so frequently about. Twins, Rafferty was the eldest of the two, but only by five minutes. Such a miniscule time to the average person, but it was something he always aloud to hang over his brothers head, for taunting and gloating reasons. Two things that happened to be Rafferty’s favorite. Besides, the week Red had wanted to come, just happened to be the week he was going to Amsterdam, and nothing was getting in the way of his week spend in the Red light district. Actually, now that he thought about it, nothing short of world war three, if that, was going to prevent him from his solid week long high. At the moment, Death seemed so much more interesting than that, and judging by the other boys sitting along in the waiting room with him, they felt the same way.

God, a cheeseburger sounded great at the moment. Yes, that was exactly what he needed. A nice handful of grade ‘A’ american meat. It was surprising how much of a ‘man’s man’ Rafferty truly was. There were only a few good things he demanded hold true when it came to he and his good name- and in his views there were only three things worth living on the planet. A good shit, a goof piss, and a good, hard fuck. From a woman and never a man- christ, he might as well chop his own balls off if he ever got that desperate. A life sentence in hell could be earned doing so many more valuable things- like, oh, assassinating the president or robbing a few banks. Sleeping with a homosexual was the same exact thing as sodomizing a house elf. And both were vastly unappealing.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never truly understand what the concept of these interviews were. He had spent many nights up late wondering alone in the dark with nothing but his thoughts, trying to understand how, just- how a college thought that they could evaluate the entire persona of an individual in a good five minutes. Sure, he was fairly certain that they took psychology classes, to be able to define the behaviorisms and mannerisms of individuals, to see if they were really the fine, pristine young men that they claimed to be, but apart from that, there was very few that he thought could be told, by asking him a few questions about things he knew nothing about. He had no idea what he wanted to do in life, how he wanted to effect the world. Everything he had been exposed to as a kid- government and politics were things that he hardly felt passionate about, but then again- he didn’t really feel passionate about anything. There were things he did for fun that were mainly out of habit. Taking care of the animals and the farms back home, taking care of everything- hanging out with his childish college friends and his twin brother. They were all things he knew out of habit and nothing more. It was time he branched out, time he started experiencing life for himself- the only problem was, he didn’t know what parts of life he wanted to experience.

When his name was called, he seemed to wake up from a dream, eyes broken from the fixated dream he had been focused on for god knows how long. Had it been hours, days, minutes, maybe even seconds. It was so hard to tell these days, but as the famous writer had once alliterated long ago- time was only a perception, a number one repeated to themselves over and over again. Something to keep order into an entire world of chaos and disarray. He had always found himself curiously more fond of unsettlement than anything else. He had always found himself curiously more enthralled by what was abnormal, rather than what was normal. Perhaps it was byproduct of years of living with the normal, of years living with what he could stand. Years of boredom and the occasional party. This was what he craved, over all, excitement, something new when he was so tragically and exhaustingly sick of the old. He did, however, give a casual smile and a nod to the good looking secretary as he made his way into the office. He swore, he was a sucker for those bright red suits- the ones with the short little skirts and reveling blouse lines that just made their legs pop. He was a sucker for women, really. Anddd- there he was, the Dean of Admissions. Or as Rafferty liked to call him, his own personal boner kill.

“Afternoon, Mister Addams-” Rafferty said with the most false smile he could muster, bright and happy, when really, he just had his mind on a number one with a large coke. Normally, he wasn’t one to celebrate McDonalds and how repulsive fast food truly was, but the Mac Sauce just sounded amazing at the moment. “How are you this morning?” he asked, helping himself down to the wooden seat the man had directed him to sit in. He had been here once before, the year earlier, but had enlisted too far into the term, and there for, was not aloud to attend the university. All was fine and well, however. He had spent a wonderful semester at Yale, fucking every Vanderbilt that was in his view, and all was well. He was re-evaluating his life, and it was time for a change. The Dean did give him a cunning smile, though proceeded to inform him that he was running a bit late, and that his Dunkin Doughnuts this morning was hardly appealing. “I’m sorry to hear that, sir-” Rafferty said casually. “Though I do hear the Coffee Coolata’s are extremely delicious-” He made sure to give an appropriate eye roll when the Dean turned around to take a seat in his own chair, before taking a glance at his watch.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you here before, so I already know that you’re perfect material for this school-” The Dean stated interpretively, his foot jittering on the floor in only the most obnoxious of ways. He was seriously going to go freaking insane if he had to sit here for an hour and listen to that tapping. The curious way the administrator chewed on the tip of his pencil was equally annoying, though nothing he couldn’t handle. “Besides, I’m sure your father would have me turning in my sheets if I rejected you another time. He was none too fond when you got denied last time, though that had nothing to do with your grades- although for the math, all I can say is- OUCH-” He gave a complementary laughter to that statement, though made sure to quiet it up upon seeing the harsh look that Rafferty gave him. He didn’t need to hear about his math grades. That was from high school, and this is college. He didn’t need to worry about that shit anymore. “So let me just get to the point, here. Why do you think we should accept you to Beaumont Academy for Boys?”

It was a question he had indulged in a year before, but his answer had certainly changed since then. Before it was something painfully and precisely rehearsed. He had honestly thought this was just going to be another casual visit to the university, like the one a high school junior would take to see their adulthood dreams spread out before them. A small tour, a nice lunch, no interview. He had already done that the year before, and because of that he thought that he would be let off the hook. However, speech and vocabulary alliterations had always been his strong points. Though there were mostly terms that would make a pastor cringe, to escape his tongue, when he spoke, people did listen, and although pressure existed for him, it was something rare and in-between. He was the type that fed off pressure, weather than having the pressure feed off him. He wasn’t anyone’s bitch besides his own. He gave a smirk, practiced with ease as if he had known the answer to this question all along. As if it was something he had dreamed about night after night, as if it was something he and his father had bonded over from time after time. If only the real truth came out, then perhaps this interview wouldn’t seem so one sided. “I’m looking for my purpose in life, Mr. Addams-” He said, leaning back in his chair. “Looking for the one thing that molds me away from my father, and my brother- Redford, I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Evvveryone’s heard of the Cash twins, none the less. I can’t really say I blame them-” He gave a rude little laugh, so key to imitate the one the principal had exhibited just moments before. “Politics is good and nice, and all of that- but I think good old Raff is out for a bit more in life, if that’s at all possible. I’m just wondering what that is, at this point. I’m fairly certain that Beaumont is the place to help me find my niche. That, and I’m even more certain that your wife would just beat your ass if you were late for lunch again-”

Jamie did not take offence to this, for the main reason being that he knew the younger boy was correct, and Marrium would just have a coronary where she sat. “Alright, I think everything is in order here-”He said, standing up and giving his hands a clap together. “I’m sure you’ll get your letter in the mail momentarily- and until then, I have a beautiful garden party to tend to, and I’m sure you can find your way out-” He grabbed the keys, gave his hair a scratch, and walked out of the room, Rafferty still sitting in his chair looking like a jackass. “Well, that was painless-” He said with a small chuckle, before flicking off the lights, and walking out the door. That number one combo was going to be amazing.

DONE.

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