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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:42 pm
Dear Diary,
I finally is able to get away from my home area for the whole summer, it is an utter relief. This last school year had been horrible and also unbearable. I am a loner at school; so I get picked on by the popular people, and not many peope would want to be my friend or at least have a chat. But there is this one boy that scares me the most. I don't even want to describe him. I wouldn't say he sexually harrass me or tells me face to face on what he thinks.. it's the look on his face and also the way...well..looks at me. I am terrified..which is why I am glad that I am going to my summer house for the whole Summer Vacation. Why am I teased... apparently someone found out I am autistic and now it has spread out, and everyone treats me like I am a disease and stay away from me. I can't help but feel so lonely, and sometimes I think of suicide but I can't cause I am even more afraid.
But now I found out another problem.. remember that guy I said whom I am terrified out....I don't know why..but he is here... with the same vacation home a block away and going to stay there as long as me...when will god ever give me a break?
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:54 pm
╔══════════════╗ It was that one simple argument.. that made one girl's life a living hell at school.. just that one simple argument. Jackie's 2 years in high school had been a living hell ever since the argument she and her one friend had in that last day of summer vacation. Her life slowly but surely became worse and worse... till that one day; It was the last day of school as a sophomore, was when that a bunch of guys decided it would be fun to beat her down till she went black and blue and it resulted for her to be hospitalized. Her parents then grew terrified that she would feel worse paina s they sued the school for not stopping the bullying and decided to take her to her favorite spot for her whole Summer. At first, she was happy to be away from the school and feel at peace, knowing that they will move here and start all over, but the one thing that scares her deeply is that she finds that one boy; that one boy who was part of the popular group and also the one who watched her get beat up till she was all bruised. Not knowing who he really is; she does the best as she can to avoid him and not make eye contact. But will something happen that summer to where Jackie will be confident to go back to her old home and face that school again? ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:58 pm
Rules
1. I am the goddess....that needs help so if you can give me advice and comments..please do!
2. No Cybering! Time skips allowed
3. Romance and Drama is Allowed
4. All Skeletons will be sent to me in PMs
5. I will accept or decline your character if needed.
6. Title the Pm "Difference"
7. Put a neutral at the beginning of your PM so I know you read the rules.
8. Do not text talk its very annoying...
9. I can change up the rules if it is needed..
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:04 pm
Bio Skeleton:((credited to whoever made it)) [img][align=center]what you look like (Can be Anime or Real..whatever you want)[/align][/img]
[color=your posting color][b]Hello I’m:[/b] [i]your character’s name[/i]
[b]But some call me:[/b] [i]any nicknames?[/i]
[b]I’ve been alive for:[/b] [i]how old you are[/i]
[b]So I can:[/b] [i]Talents[/i]
[b]I tend to act:[/b] [i]your personality[/i]
[b]I can not stand:[/b] [i]things you don’t like[/i]
[b]Give me more of:[/b] [i]things you love[/i]
[b]This is none of your business but:[/b] [i]Bio[/i]
[b]I desire:[/b] [i] Crush/Love, can be none for now[/i][/color]
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:18 pm
Profiles: Hello I’m: Jackie Beowolff
But some call me: My Real name is Jaqueline, so my nickname is Jackie
I’ve been alive for: 15 now, will turn 16 during summer
So I can: Draw very well, play the piano, write stories, and I am pretty talented at dancing; I can get the beat down right slow or fast, so I am into the arts. I would say I can always sing but I rather not say I am good at it..cause when I hear myself.. I doubt I am that good.
I tend to act: I am a loner. Since those two years of hell, I knew when to shut up and when someone doesn't want you around. I have grown more timid, and silent than I usually did. If people get tom know me I would actually be the best reliable friend; I am empathetic, kind, and also a little childish.. or hyper whatever you want to say it. Otherwise I am not that harmful.. unless you hurt my family and fri- wait.. I don't have friends.
I can not stand: I cannot stand the school and the peers anymore. Nobody was willingly to be with me and make my life more easier..or less stressful. I also hated getting up early and going to school. I also hate the dark, along with perverts, a**holes, *****, and criminals alltogether.
Give me more of: I love playing the piano, since it helps me give me a piece of my mind. I also love to draw or write stuff down since it helps me bring out my true feelings out the page, along with listening to music and singing to it once I know the lyrics. I also love to read books.. espeicllay romance novels..gives me false hope about my love life. Along with sleeping, Parnormal, and Exploring.
This is none of your business but: I used to have a friend named Claire. Whom was the best friend I could ever have.. until that one day when we got in an argument.. she had some boyfriend whom I guess doesn't know when to stick to one girl..so I accidently punched him because he got too close and my friend got so mad at me; she shunned me.. but she made my high school year hell by telling EVERYONE something I do not know of which ended me being hospitalized. I did see my 'friend' so guilty and begging for forgiveness never knowing they will do that, and I ended up telling her that 'she is not my friend anymore, and it was wrong to let them get that far'. So now I might be moving to my summer home where I can get some peae and harmony.
I desire: Why would I crush? Nobody liked me at that school...
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