Post by JACQUE ANNE SAVVAGE on Jan 1, 2012 19:08:02 GMT -5
jacqueline grace savvage
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take these broken wings and learn to fly[/color]
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My Name[/b]
[/color][/size]jacqueline anne savvage
My Age[/b]
[/color][/size]sixteen
My Status[/b]
[/color][/size]i want to love<3
My Sexuality[/b]
[/color][/size]bisexual
My Talent[/b]
[/color][/size]piano, vocals
physical stuff[/b][/size]
My Looks[/b]
[/color][/size]I'm a petite girl. Not exceptional, but not boring, either. Right in the middle. I stand all of five foot two and half inches. Light skin is contributed by my German predecessors, along with my naturally blonde hair. A blonde haired, blue eyed girl is far too normal, so I decided, at age 14, to begin dying my hair black, and I wear hazel colored contacts to stray away from blue.
My Height[/b]
[/color][/size]five foot two and a half inches
My Weight[/b]
[/color][/size]122 lbs.
personality stuff[/b][/size]
My Likes[/b]
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- classical music
- piano
- tennis
- animals
- life<3
My Dislikes[/b]
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- pompous people
- ignorant people
- people in general
- organization
- my parents
My Fears[/b]
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- my mother
- thunder
My Strengths[/b]
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- a big heart
- trustworthy
- writing music
- piano
- vocal music
My Weaknesses[/b]
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- a big heart
- too trusting
- hopeless romantic
- guitar
- reading other's music
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My Parents[/b]
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Aaron Blake Savvage, 51
Mary Anne Walker-Savvage, 46
My Brothers[/b]
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Blake Vincent Savvage, 19
Nicholas Aaron Savvage, 19
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My Sisters[/b]
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Ashleigh Nichole Savvage, 11
My Overall History[/b]
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I was born to a middle-class family that lived in Kansas City, Kansas. My family says they love me quite a lot, therefore once I began showing the possibilities of becoming a child prodigy at piano, they began making plans to ship me off to California to go to Hollywood Performing Arts High School once I was of age. However, that is the only sign of love my parents, my mother in particular, have shown in a long time.
My family consisted of my twin brothers, Nicholas and Blake, my little sister, Ashleigh, and my parents for 13 out of my 16 years When I turned 14, and looked at going to Hollywood Performing Arts, my parents informed me that I would be living with my eccentric Aunt Izabelle while in high school. Aunt Izabelle is an OCD-ridden, eccentric old bat, but for the most part, she leaves me alone.
You see, however much my parents say they love me, I don't think they mean it. At age 4, my little sister was born. My mother then suffered from postpartum depression, that she hid from the world. Unfortunately, she blamed me, a toddler, for this problem. At age 4, she began to beat me on a semi-regular basis, about 4 times a month. As I aged, it became more often. By the time I moved to Hollywood, it was up to 4 or 5 times a day. I always covered the injuries from family and friends, although the psychological issues will always be present.
Password[/b]
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My Sample Post[/b]
[/color][/size]The incessant beeping of my alarm clock invaded my personal sleeping space long before I was prepared for it to. Groaning, I rolled over, pulling my faux down comforter over my ears. I slammed my right hand down three times on my bedside table, finally making contact with the proper button, silencing the beeping. I shoved my face into my pillow, grunting and griping about how it wasn’t fair that school was beginning again. I knew no one could hear me, not even Aunt Izabelle, who has hearing like a hawk, so I grumped and griped some more to help me feel better. I rolled out of my comfy, warm bed, and landed on the hardwood floor in my bedroom. Grabbing my robe, I wrapped its pink fluffiness around me, walking to the bathroom. I showered quickly, wrapping my robe around myself again, and falling into my closet, picking out a relatively casual outfit that would still make me feel pretty for the long day ahead.
Walking back into my steam-warmed bathroom, I blow dry my hair, brushing out the knots in the mass of black. I take a long glance in the mirror. No longer did black, blue, green and yellow bruises buff my skin, but now it was clear enough to no longer be covered. I put in my hazel contacts, covering the blue eyes that my mother had been so happy about when I was young. I heaved a heavy sigh, and walked into the kitchen. I picked up an untoasted bagel, my keys off the counter, and my bag off the floor, I high-tailed it out the door and into my car.
The drive to Hollywood Arts didn’t take but five minutes, even in the early morning traffic. I munched my bagel at stoplights, and pulled into the parking lot at exactly 7:50. I was nearly late, so I rushed to the front doors, nearly forgetting my bag in my car. I made it into the school on time, and rushed to my locker to grab my books.
HI, MY NAME IS GRACE AND I HAVE BEEN BREATHING AIR FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS I HAVE BEEN ROLE PLAYING FOR LONG ENOUGH PRETTY COOL RIGHT? SO I HAVE ONE WHO'S NAMES ARE JACQUELINE. YOU CAN CALL ME GRACE[/font]
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