Post by sarah on Jun 11, 2011 14:01:36 GMT -5
SARAH COLETTE MAYER
sportsaholic }{ grade 10 }{ straight as a board
[/color][/center] sportsaholic }{ grade 10 }{ straight as a board
ALIAS: Kater yo. OTHERS: Nada bitznatches~~~~~only do the rest of this section if you're new~~~~~~ TIME ZONE: Eastern bbys. DISCOVERED: I'm an effin admin ABOUT YOU: I'm SUPER sarcastic.
Hey there, my name is Sarah. Just boring plain Jane Sarah. I guess that's why a lot of people call me by my middle name, Colette. I don't even wanna tell you how many Sarahs lurk the halls at school. Wow, I just made that sound creepy. There are many Sarahs in our school, and I don't feel to original anymore. At least my name isn't something weird like Shanaynay...I'm getting off topic here. Name=Sarah. Age=15.
I think I look pretty average, but all my friends (and guys) seem to disagree. My hair is boring old brown, and it falls in curls almost down to my tush (or ass. Whatever you prefer me to say) and it falls in curls unless I straighten it. I don't straighten my hair often because quite frankly I don't care what it looks like and I don't wanna wake up at five in the morning to straighten it and end up burning my neck. I almost got grounded because my parents if thought it was a hicky. As if. My side bangs always stay in place, except for when I pin them back for sports games. You can't see a thing if you have bangs flopping around in your face. I would know....I ran headfirst into a lacrosse goal and got a nasty cut on my head. The scar's still there above my left eyebrow. It looks so badass.
My eyes are weird and they're probably the only thing I like about myself. There are brown rimmed and them blue in the middle. Cool, huh? It's because my parents have the one set of blue eyes one set of brown eyes thing. My eyelashes are annoyingly long to the point where they touch my cheekbones. I swear one day I'm just going to cut them off. I guess I'm just lucky I've never had to wear glasses or coontacts like my brother. They sure looked like a bother and I hate to say it, but my brother sure looked like a nerd in them. And he's like, one of the coolest people I and, and one of the coolest people in the school. Oh James. Such a good bro.
I loooooooove sports. I've been playing them since I was five. It started off with the usual soccer games, and even though I was pretty good at those, I hated soccer with a burning passion. Believe it or not, I hated getting kicked in the shins every time I went for a goal. Whatever, that ended when I was eight. I started playing town basketball and loved it. I played that until in seventh grade I was able to try out for more sports. In the fall, I tried out for tennis and made junior varsity with all the nineth and tenth graders. In winter, I easily made varsity basketball with eleventh and twelfth graders, and the same when I made lacrosse in the spring. I've been playing these sports ever since. I'm captain of my lacrosse team, even. However....
I suck in school. The only reason I'm passing every class is because there's stress on me to not get kicked out of my sports. Anything below a C will get me kicked off my sports team and anything else worth going to school for. The only class that I haven't been able to do that is math. I have dyslexia, so geometry plus crazy letters and numbers everywhere is a recipe for disaster. They wanted to put me in a tard class but I refused to go. Maybe I should have..because the only class I really excell in is art. Don't get me wrong, I'm not Picasso or anything, I just like drawing. It helps express emotions yadadadada. I'm not a deep person, but there's something really cool about art. My art teacher says she likes my drawings too. But I'm only taking that class because I need one art credit to graduate.
When it comes to guys, I can't really say I'm a flirt. I'm friends with tons of sports guys, very cute too, but I don't think I'd ever really go out with any of them. I've just been focused on sports and how I'll only get a scholarship if I keep doing good in sports. I'm not one to be mean, or rude, but I'll say no when the time comes to say no. And while we're on that topic, I've never done drugs or smoked. I would join one of those groups but I'm too busy to go to meetings. Besides, James doesn't like driving me home more than he has to. The little punk has a car, he should be happy to drive it anywhere with anyone.
So let's get to that cheesy family stuff. I was born July 2, 1995 to John Mayer and Caroline Mayer. I was born almost exactly two years after my brother, Jonah Vincent Mayer. We always got along surprisingly well for siblngs, but we still had our fair share of disputes. Our famiy is close, to the point where James is going to community college just to be close to us. I wasn't a very exciting kid, and nothing tragic happened blah blah blah. I'm kind of upset this is James' last year at school, but mostly because I'll have to take the bus home....chuckles...just kidding.
Most people think of me as this girly girly. I don't know what kind of vibe I give off, but it's definitely not that. Can't they all tell I'm pure muscle? I may be five two inches tall, and I may seem a little skinny, my arms and legs and abs are packed with muscle. It's not my fault I don't wear things to show this off. I'm not a hooker like the rest of the girls in school. Oh no, I have to go to lacrosse practice, peace out girl scout!
"Bye, Sam!" she said in her slightly English accent. She was the only one, other than Anthony, that had this accent, since she had grown up there as an infant. This accent, however, had faded a bit when she moved to America and started to assimilate, the strong accent going along with it. Livi swung her hand made hobo bag around her shoulder, it had a daisy flower upon it, her favorite flower, and shuffled outside. It was only six in the morning, and school did not start until seven. Livi walked to school everyday, even though she could easily take the bus at six forty five, but she was afraid of cars. Her fear of cars may seem irrational to others, but if you knew her story, it was completely rational. What was the story behind this car fear? Well, obviously a car accident.
Not just any car accident though, a really really bad one. Sam had been driving Livi, Anthony, and Tyler somewhere, she could not remember, and a drunk driver ran a red light. The next thing she knew the car slammed into her left side, and the car started flipping over and over and over again. Then the car was in the water, they were on the ocean side highway, and the car started filling up with so much water she couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't hear...all of her senses became cut off. By the time she awoke, she was lying outside on the beach with paramedics over her, she was fine, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. But Anthony was hurt, and Sam as well, and it scarred her for life seeing them dragged off into the ambulances. She was only eight. So, along with her parents dying, she had to deal with that mess. Though, she was not really upset about the parent thing. She had never met them, so she didn't really feel upset about their death. It was more of what caused their deaths. Livi's mother had bled out because of her, though it was sure to happen eventually when you had so many kids, and her father had shot himself for grief over her mother's death. So technically she was at fault for that. Her siblings would tell her that it was not her fault, there was nothing she could do, and no one expected it, but the guilt still hung there. Livi tended not to thing about such things anymore.
Livi went through the day, taking each class one at a time. Her schedule went Art, Journalism, Global, Geometry, Earth Science, German, Physical Education, Lunch, and English. She was fond of all these classes except Geometry, for she was wretched at it. That, and Physical Education. Though that was somewhat self explanatory. No one really like Gym, Livi doesn't like it because she gets teased for dressing so modestly, instead of hookerish like the rest of the girls. You know, the tight short shorts and tight tank tops with half the bra showing. She usually wore boy shorts that went down to a little below her knees, which she still felt uncomfortable with, and a very loose t-shirt. Livi also had no athletic bones in her body, except for when it came to tennis. I was the only thing physically that she excelled in.
She was so relieved when her morning classes were over. She was surprised, no one had done anything bad to her...yet. Livi was always expecting the worst, because that is what she usually got. She looked around extra cautiously, waiting for something or somewhere to come out of no where and ruin this day. When nothing came, she shrugged and shuffled into the lunch room, carrying her lunchbox. The lunchbox also had a flower upon it, and it matched her bag perfectly. It carried a cheese and mayo sandwich, which sounded gross to other people, but tasted great to her, and a capri sun, because she was a loser who still liked those things.
Livi quickly sat down and scarfed down the food, hungrier than she thought. She was absorbed in her favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. It was coming towards the end of lunch, and she sat alone as usual in the table at the back corner of the crowded lunch room. Well, most of it was crowded except for where she sat and the area around it. People treated Livi like she had an infectious disease, if you got to close you could catch it and die. Not that she noticed anymore, for she was accustomed to being alone. Livi even savored it sometimes, such as now. But deep down inside she really wanted friends, someone to talk to other than her siblings. Not that she minded that either. The dreaded bell then rang, and Livi was forced to leave her quiet corner and book and go to her next class of the day, her last class, English. Livi was having a bad day.
No, that was understating it. She had pretty much a bad day every day. But this was worse. Way worse. Why, you ask? Well, Livi was walking through the science hallway, alone as her social class suggests, and one of the populars had tripped her. She fell to the ground, dropping all of her things, and cutting her leg. But the thing that was most hurt was her dignity. It had embarrassed her to the point where she ran to her classroom, bleeding from under her skirt and even crying a little bit. Livi is a very sensitive person; those little things would make her get upset. And to top things off, her favorite skirt had a nice little blood stain on it by her right knee. There was no way she could get that stain out. She whipped her eyes and ran as fast as she could to English class, pushing numerous people out of her way and almost tripping a few times again.
When Livi got to class, her day became worse. Her usual seat in the very back of the room was taken by the popular that tripped her. On purpose, she could tell, as the popular moking waved to her and gave her a smirk. Liv didn't know what to do. She only felt comfortable sitting in the back, away from everyone, and the only two seats left where towards the front of class. She tried to hold back more tears as she sat in one of the open seats. Her leg was still burning from under her skirt. Luckily, Livi found some tissues in her bookbag and dabbed at it a little bit to stop the bleeding. That would have to do for now, for she didn't have any bandages.
She sat patiently, waiting for waiting for class to sat and the day to be over. It was the last period of the day, thank goodness, and she just wanted to go home and see her brothers. they were the only people that understood her, the only people she could open up to. Liv never really fought with them, which was definitely unusual for siblings. Anyway, her thoughts were interrupted as an unfamiliar boy sat next to her. She stared at him, not knowing she was doing so.
Not just any car accident though, a really really bad one. Sam had been driving Livi, Anthony, and Tyler somewhere, she could not remember, and a drunk driver ran a red light. The next thing she knew the car slammed into her left side, and the car started flipping over and over and over again. Then the car was in the water, they were on the ocean side highway, and the car started filling up with so much water she couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't hear...all of her senses became cut off. By the time she awoke, she was lying outside on the beach with paramedics over her, she was fine, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. But Anthony was hurt, and Sam as well, and it scarred her for life seeing them dragged off into the ambulances. She was only eight. So, along with her parents dying, she had to deal with that mess. Though, she was not really upset about the parent thing. She had never met them, so she didn't really feel upset about their death. It was more of what caused their deaths. Livi's mother had bled out because of her, though it was sure to happen eventually when you had so many kids, and her father had shot himself for grief over her mother's death. So technically she was at fault for that. Her siblings would tell her that it was not her fault, there was nothing she could do, and no one expected it, but the guilt still hung there. Livi tended not to thing about such things anymore.
Livi went through the day, taking each class one at a time. Her schedule went Art, Journalism, Global, Geometry, Earth Science, German, Physical Education, Lunch, and English. She was fond of all these classes except Geometry, for she was wretched at it. That, and Physical Education. Though that was somewhat self explanatory. No one really like Gym, Livi doesn't like it because she gets teased for dressing so modestly, instead of hookerish like the rest of the girls. You know, the tight short shorts and tight tank tops with half the bra showing. She usually wore boy shorts that went down to a little below her knees, which she still felt uncomfortable with, and a very loose t-shirt. Livi also had no athletic bones in her body, except for when it came to tennis. I was the only thing physically that she excelled in.
She was so relieved when her morning classes were over. She was surprised, no one had done anything bad to her...yet. Livi was always expecting the worst, because that is what she usually got. She looked around extra cautiously, waiting for something or somewhere to come out of no where and ruin this day. When nothing came, she shrugged and shuffled into the lunch room, carrying her lunchbox. The lunchbox also had a flower upon it, and it matched her bag perfectly. It carried a cheese and mayo sandwich, which sounded gross to other people, but tasted great to her, and a capri sun, because she was a loser who still liked those things.
Livi quickly sat down and scarfed down the food, hungrier than she thought. She was absorbed in her favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. It was coming towards the end of lunch, and she sat alone as usual in the table at the back corner of the crowded lunch room. Well, most of it was crowded except for where she sat and the area around it. People treated Livi like she had an infectious disease, if you got to close you could catch it and die. Not that she noticed anymore, for she was accustomed to being alone. Livi even savored it sometimes, such as now. But deep down inside she really wanted friends, someone to talk to other than her siblings. Not that she minded that either. The dreaded bell then rang, and Livi was forced to leave her quiet corner and book and go to her next class of the day, her last class, English. Livi was having a bad day.
No, that was understating it. She had pretty much a bad day every day. But this was worse. Way worse. Why, you ask? Well, Livi was walking through the science hallway, alone as her social class suggests, and one of the populars had tripped her. She fell to the ground, dropping all of her things, and cutting her leg. But the thing that was most hurt was her dignity. It had embarrassed her to the point where she ran to her classroom, bleeding from under her skirt and even crying a little bit. Livi is a very sensitive person; those little things would make her get upset. And to top things off, her favorite skirt had a nice little blood stain on it by her right knee. There was no way she could get that stain out. She whipped her eyes and ran as fast as she could to English class, pushing numerous people out of her way and almost tripping a few times again.
When Livi got to class, her day became worse. Her usual seat in the very back of the room was taken by the popular that tripped her. On purpose, she could tell, as the popular moking waved to her and gave her a smirk. Liv didn't know what to do. She only felt comfortable sitting in the back, away from everyone, and the only two seats left where towards the front of class. She tried to hold back more tears as she sat in one of the open seats. Her leg was still burning from under her skirt. Luckily, Livi found some tissues in her bookbag and dabbed at it a little bit to stop the bleeding. That would have to do for now, for she didn't have any bandages.
She sat patiently, waiting for waiting for class to sat and the day to be over. It was the last period of the day, thank goodness, and she just wanted to go home and see her brothers. they were the only people that understood her, the only people she could open up to. Liv never really fought with them, which was definitely unusual for siblings. Anyway, her thoughts were interrupted as an unfamiliar boy sat next to her. She stared at him, not knowing she was doing so.
