╔════════════════╗
Violet Lee Pierre
╚════════════════╝
_ s p a c e _ ★ ｔｈｅ ｂｉｒｔｈ ｃｅｒｔｉｆｉｃａｔｅ ｓａｙｓ
My name is ➽ ﹙ Violet ﹚.
I've been around for ➽ ﹙ 17 ﹚years.
Some people call me ➽ ﹙ Vi ﹚.
I know it's my birthday, when the calender says ➽ ﹙ January 17th ﹚.
I've grown to be ➽ ﹙ 5'8" ﹚tall.
The scale told me I weight ➽ ﹙ 116 ﹚pounds.
My true hair color is ➽ ﹙ dark brown ﹚.
My eyes are ➽ ﹙ dark brown ﹚.
_ s p a c e _ ★ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｉｔ ｏｆ ｉｎｆｏ
☆ Ａ ＳＴＯＲＹ
I was never really accepted by my family, my parents weren't too fond of me. Maybe it was because I didn't look much like them. Sure, I had their dark brown hair, but that was about it. Our features were not the same. My eyes are dark, and mysterious. My hair curls, while their hair lies flat. My skin was naturally tan, darker than their fair skin. I was tall, and curvy. I even had dimples! I always knew they didn't really love me. I followed all of their rules, and did as they told. I never asked them for anything in particular, they provided me with clothes like parents should. They fed me, and took me to school. The only thing I ever asked them for, was dance lessons. They agreed, they were wealthy, so they chose a nice dance studio where I could take lessons. I love to dance, it's the only time where I can escape reality, and get lost in the music. My favorite style is ballet. My teacher no longer thinks of me as her student, but instead as her assistant. She even gives me money.
When Avery was born, I knew I would never like her. She was born when I was three, and she immediately stole the attention. She was a beautiful baby, with long, dark hair. Her eyes were the bluest they could be, and she was small and petite. Her lashes were long, and black. As Avery grew, she learned to treat me horribly. In school, she skipped a grade so she was only two grades below me. She turned a lot of people against me. She was the head cheerleader in high school. I got into a lot of fights, I hated when people thought I was weak. I wasn't. I was strong. Stronger than any of them could imagine. My whole life, I've felt like I was missing something. Sometimes, I lay in bed, and cry for a while. I don't know why, but I do. Usually Avery will catch me crying, and tell all her friends that I cry myself to sleep. That's when I put a stop to them thinking I'm weak, by punching them in the face.
☆ ｉ'ｍ ｓｏ ＢＯＳＳＹ
I like to think of myself as brave. I hate cowering, and crying. I like to handle my own situations. Usually, I'm calm, and discuss things with people. Only sometimes my temper gets the best of me and I turn to violence. I think of others more than myself, and I try to be the best person for Lynda and Craig. I'm very stubborn though, and stick to my word, even if I'm wrong. I hate being wrong. I like to adventure, and I like a good challenge. It takes time for me to trust people though. I should probably work on that, people always think I hate them.
_ s p a c e _ ★ ｍｉｎｏｒ ＤＥＴＡＩＬＳ
m o v eDon't scare me like that!
▶ Losing a fight
▶ the Dark
▶ Circles. Don't ask why, because I don't know.
My theme songs
↘ my Guardian angel - red jumpsuit apparatus
↘ Bring me to Life - Evanescence
↘ Shake it for me - Luke Bryan
╔══════════════════════════╗
〖x CatastrophicHeartbreak〗
╚══════════════════════════╝
Reply
