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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 4:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 6:47 pm
✔Isadore Kay Sisi✔ яєα∂ му ℓιρѕ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++ ↳ I'm not too old↲ I am always born on April 17th, and I appear to be seventeen years old. ↳ Surely I'm a↲ Girl ↳ Which leads me to be attracted to↲ Men. ↳ I weigh myself every morning↲ 107 lbs. ↳ The doctors said I'm↲ 5'3" ↳ Look into my Eyes↲ Clear Hazel ↳ It is indeed Natural↲ Blonde ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++тнє ∂єℓα¢α¢ιєѕ ↷ I do enjoy↶ □ Walking in bare Feet □ The forest □ Dresses □ Climbing tall trees ↷ These come to my distaste↶ ■ Being the center of attention ■ Being Confined ■ Liars ■ Mean people ↷ My little Stains↶ This on my left foot. ↷ My favorite sound (:↶ In my Head - No doubt Making Out - No Doubt ↷ Do you believe me?↶ The Goddess, Isis. ++Do-not-erase++тнє муѕтєяιєѕ σƒ мє++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢Tis indeed a long story.⇠
Other than the strange dreams I've had since I was small, my life's been annoyingly dull. My father is a complete jackass, who bosses me around like I'm a puppet. He tries to dictate my life and shape it into something he once dreamed of. I mainly try to be the best I can for him, only because my mother encourages me to do so. He's made me ino a little einstein, cramming stuff into my brain since day one. At this point I'm taking all college classes in High school. A lot of people look at me like I'm a Dork, except my best friend Trina. She and I share the same thoughts on life. She's excellerated in classes like me, and I absolutely love her to death. It's been hard to seperate us, only on occasions do you see me with out her by my side. She's like my other half. But for odd reasons unknown, I've always carried destruction with me everywhere I went. When I got angry, things mysteriously turned bad. The Light outside seemed to fade away, and everyone around me seemed pained. Times and Times again have happened where I learn to dislike someone, and a week or so later, that person mysteriously kills themself.
Ever since I was young, I've been having these insane dreams. It always starts with a boy. But I cannot see his face, for it is blurred. The boy moans and weeps for a girl called Isis. I always try to yell to the boy, to cradle him, and comfort him. His stature is muscular. I wish to trace my finger down his arm, and cradle his face in my hands. But I can never seem to get his attention. It's like there is this glass wall keeping us apart. Whenever I wake from my sadening dream, it's always with a cry of helplessness. As I grew, the boy in my dream grew also. He grew tall, and had muscles. Yet he always wept, and she could never reach him. It pained her to know that the boy was in despair. But she could not help him, it was physically impossible.
⇢I am who I am.⇠
I'm usually one of those quiet type of girls. I do what I am told in school and at home, I finish all of my school work neatly. Since I'm like a freak genius or whatever, everyone seems to want to be my partner in School. But when I get angry, horrible things happen. Flowers around me wither away to death, people are in pain, the light fades out of the sky. My eyes turn a dark brown that holds utter evil inside of them. That's why I'm rarely angry. I try to control myself, and keep my emotions in check. So I try to be happy, and I try not to let stupid kids at school piss me off.
⇢I have an odd sense that I am a Puppet . . how strange.⇠
iSmartiepantz
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:10 pm
✔Trina Blaire Anir✔ яєα∂ му ℓιρѕ++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++↳ I'm not too old↲ December 15th, Appears Eighteen↳ Surely I'm a↲ Female↳ Which leads me to be attracted to↲ Men↳ I weigh myself every morning↲ 120 lbs↳ The doctors said I'm↲ 5'5"↳ Look into my Eyes↲ Ice blue↳ It is indeed Natural↲ Honey brown++Do-not-erase-do-not-erase++тнє ∂єℓα¢α¢ιєѕ↷ I do enjoy↶ □ Books□ Telling stories□ Gardens□ Exploring↷ These come to my distaste↶ ■ Rude people■ Wilting flowers■ Interruptions■ Disorganization↷ My little Stains↶ A flower upon my left hip.↷ My favorite sound (:↶ Love Story // Taylor Swift↷ Do you believe me?↶ Ekaterina ++Do-not-erase++тнє муѕтєяιєѕ σƒ мє++Do-Not-Erase++
⇢Tis indeed a long story.⇠
Trina's life was always, well, normal. She was never one to really attract the drama, which resulted in her peaceful living. Her family was always so close-knit and careful, and she grew up thoughtful within it. But when she met Isadore, her now best friend who's practically attatched at her hip, her life sort of lost it's peaceful quality, but in a good way. Ever since they met, the two had been inseparable. But whenever Isadore became angry or upset, things seemed to just go up in flames. Yet, Trina would always come out unscathed. And if Isadore become upset with someone, they'd always end up killing themselves, or moving away, whether they knew about her or not. But that didn't bother Trina at all. Whether Isadore was covered in slime, or an alien from another world, she was all but her living sister.
But one day, when Trina and Isadore were shopping, she saw someone. A boy, a face in the crowd. But he wasn't just a face. He was... something. Something that made Trina want to remember... but what to remember, she did not know. And she knew of Isadore's dreams, and how strange they were about some boy, and how he needed Isadore to save him. But the boy Trina saw was different. And she wanted to find out why.
⇢I am who I am.⇠
Quite the thoughtful type, which results in being quiet most of the time. I'm also very intelligent, which means that I might look to the logical side of things. But once I'm around friends and a casual atmosphere, I can get a little crazy. But other than that, I just like to be calm and surrounded by those that I know closely. I can be sort of anti-social at times, and only really show my true colors around those who are in my inner circle of life. I can also be a bit protective to those I love, so it might take a bit for me to trust you.
⇢I have an odd sense that I am a Puppet . . how strange.⇠
LilMsRandumbSQUIRREL
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