Post by ROSIE SWEETAPPLE on Dec 11, 2012 23:50:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]LAUREN FULL NAME: ROSIE SARAH SWEETAPPLE ALIAS: ROSIE DATE OF BIRTH: 12/6/1991 AGE: 21 OCCUPATION: CASHIER SEXUALITY: STRAIGHT PLAY BY: CLAIRE HOLT LOCAL [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me TEN QUALITIES -fiery -intelligent -witty -flirty -insecure -not trusting -trouble-finder -sweet -a liar -caring NINE MEMORIES -My first report card. My parents weren't happy because my older brother received a higher mark and I was meant to do just as well as my brother. I wasn't allowed my dessert for a week after that so I would learn that I had to do better at school. My brother enjoyed rubbing it in my face that he was better. -A family holiday when I was 7. We went, my parents and older brother, to Spain for two weeks. We stayed in a beautiful villa in the sun and it was fun and happy. We all got along. There was just one thing that got to me during that trip. We'd gone to town to get ice cream and I was playing on a playground. I'd made a friend, a spanish boy. Neither of us could speak to one another but we didn't care. Then my mother came over and pulled me away, telling me I shouldn't play with dirty, little boys like that. For the last two days of the trip I stayed by my parents side, afraid to go near anyone in case they weren't up to my parents standards. -When I was 12 I got my first 'boyfriend'. The childhood boyfriend of holding hands, hugs and giggles. I didn't tell me parents in fear that they'd reject him. We had two weeks of this cute, innocent relationship until my brother found us at the park and ruined it by telling my parents. At dinner that night they confronted me, asking me who he was and what we were doing holding hands. I had no choice but to give them his name. My father then immediately told me I could no longer see him. Apparently my boyfriends father was part of a case my father, who is a lawyer, was doing. He was a suspect for a robbery and from then on I never saw my boyfriend again. -At 16 I was starting to get sick of my parents. I was sick of my older brother who was then 18 and in his last year of school. I was acing school because I knew there would be consequences if I didn't. There was a big party on and of course, I wasn't allowed to go. So for the first time I defied my parents and snuck out of the house. I went to the party, got drunk and had my first kiss and when I returned, stumbling home at 3 in the morning, nobody in the house even knew. It was the first time I experienced how liberating it was to do something against their will. -I got my first tattoo when I was 17. It was small and in a place that my parents would never see since around them, I had to wear formal clothes which mean no spaghetti straps. I went with my best friend and once it was done, the same feeling of freedom of defiance washed through me. I knew that it wouldn't be the last time I did it either. -I was 18 and I'd gotten another tattoo and snuck out often. This party was on a Friday night which was no big deal. I went out a got drunk, like usual though this time when I walked home, the lights were on. The first feeling of panic hit. I snuck in through the back door like usual though as I made my way up the stairs, I found my parents standing at the top. It was the first time I'd been caught doing anything wrong yet my parents looked as though I was a rebellious child and had been for years. Which I had been, only they didn't know that. They grounded me for the rest of the school year which was two months. The problem was I felt terrible for disappointing them so much that I obeyed their every wish for the the entire time until I graduated. -I went to University straight after high school to study medicine. After the first I had worked hard and done well. I got into the second year as a med student though when I told my parents and they weren't proud, merely told me that I should aim to be first in my class. That night I packed my bags and left home. I had a considerate amount of money since that was the only gift my parents ever gave me. I stayed at a friends until I found a flat and a job. Not talking to my parents at all. -My first job was as a late-night waitress. It was fine for a year until my boss's marriage started failing and he started hitting on me. I ignored it as much as I could until he corner me after closing one time. I tried to be nice about it because I enjoyed my job and the people there but he ended up getting physically and my anger flared. I quit on the spot. -My parents found me when I was 20. They walked into the shop I worked at as a night-time cashier. They yelled at me and demanded I go back home with them, go back to University. My anger when I left was brought back and I swore at them for the first time in my life. It made me realise that I was never going to please them, no matter what. EIGHT LOVES -Black and white movies -Reading -Tattoos -Reading -Rainy days -Storms -Staying up all night -Going out SEVEN HATES -My parents -My brother -Drugs -Pop music -Rich people -Lawyers -Holidays such as Christmas SIX SKILLS -Lying -Talking people in to things -Fluent in French -Singing -Guitar -Appearing confident when I'm not FIVE SECRETS -Family, I never tell anyone who they are or anything else about them -I never tell anyone the meaning behind my tattoos -I'm not as confident as I appear -I hate disappointing people and will do anything to do it, even if I don't like them. -I lost my v-card drunk at a party and haven't slept with anyone since. FOUR GOALS -To find a job I love that can support me that I get all by myself without the influence of my family and their money. -To grow past the damage having a rich, never pleased family gave her. -To find someone who loves her for her. -To save a life one day. THREE TATTOOS -One: This was the first tattoo I got, the one that defied my parents. I saw the birds as a symbol of escape which I desperately wanted yet didn't have the guts to do. -Two: The second tattoo was harder to hide from my parents though I managed as it was between graduation and college. It's on my right pinky which I have never made a promise with because it's one thing I promised myself, I would never break a promise I made with it. -Three: The two anchors on my ankles represents the fact I want to keep myself anchored. I never want to end up like my family, thinking they were better than other people just because they were wealthy. TWO REGRETS -Letting my parents make me think that I was a disappointment and would never be good enough. -Believing that I was better than people because I was related to my parents and they told me so. ONE FAVOURITE PLACE -The beach late at night when it's practically empty, the water is calm and the stars are above. On a warm summers night it's the perfect place for me to think. It's beautiful and it calms me. |
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