Post by alexisbrown on Jun 14, 2011 19:37:33 GMT -5
Alexis Marie Carter
expresser}{ sophomore }{straight
[/color][/center]expresser}{ sophomore }{straight
ALIAS: alex
OTHERS: no one, yet.
Hmm, what to say. Well, i guess i'll just start off with my looks first. I'm kind of skinny, you could say. I'm not very tall, kind of short, more on the average side.I'm not tan, but then again i'm not extremely pale.I like to stick out, so i've got extremely bright red hair. It was originally supposed to be magenta, but, it kind of just turned out like that. My eyes are a dark brown color, simple and plain.
Now, moving onto family. Yeah, my life is kind of confusing. My mom and dad hate eachother, have ever since i was like, 6. They were constantly fighting, and my dad kept coming home drunk more and more, until it was an everyday thing. He kind of became abusive to my mom and even hit me a few times, but no biggie to me. I was pretty strong for a 7 year old. Finally, by the time i was 8 1/2 my mom just got sick of it and divorced him. Up until i was 12 i was constantly moved back and forth from tiny house to even smaller apartment. We weren't rich in the first place. When i became 12 i got to decide who i wanted to live with and how much i wanted to see the other parent. I chose to live with my mom, and i really haven't seen my dad since. Then again, it's not like my mom's the best either. she started dating and becoming more of a slut, and got married to a guy more so for his money. I hated him, still do, since he was just way too strict. He had an annoying step son who pestered me way too much. He was a year older and a total asshole.
Let me just tell you, that i get annoyed and take things the wrong way, a lot. Oh, and DO NOT, absolutely do not, call me Alexis. Lexi or Alex is fine with me, thats why nicknames were invented, yes? I'm silly and fun, but i'm very sensitive. Don't say anything that could seriously be taken the wrong way around me. I don't stay mad for very long, though, i'm sweet and all. I love to talk and be weird, i express my feelings a lot. To me, friends are more important in my life then family. That's the full out truth.
My hobbies and interests? Only a lot of things.. My hobbies are more active things. I play two sports, volleyball and soccer which i've played both for at least 5 years. Dancing is the one thing i probably could not live without.I love music and singing also, though i admit i'm self conscious when it comes to me singing. I'd been called bad once and have thought that ever since.
Another thing i absolutely love is art. I love to draw and to paint, or to sculpt or just, anything to do with artsy things. It seems like it just kind of takes me a way a bit. Its fascinating. But i'm not the kind that studies art and loves it and all that junk. Honestly? I hate school. Just saying..
Alexis ran a hand through her long red hair as she leaned back on her couch, her finger repeatedly touching the up channel button as she scanned through channels. It was early in the morning and nothing good was ever on at 5 A.M. She sighed and turned the t.v. off and yawned softly, stretching a bit as she got off of the couch and walked into the kitchen, groggily sitting up on the stool. She wasn't a morning person, but her annoying so called 'step brother', Nick, had woken her up with his music blaring in his bedroom. He wasn't a morning person, either, but she figured he hadn't even gone to bed last night. She'd been up since about 1 in the morning from his constant loud chatter and blaring hardcore rock music. Which meant she'd gotten 4 hours of fresh sleep. Almost a record. She shook her head and looked around, hopping off of the stool and walking over to the cupboard, bringing out a bowl. She was always the clumsy one of the family, and classic her she dropped it, making a loud bang throughout the house. She heard a groan and figured her step father was up. Great. She carefully but quickly picked up the bowl and washed it off, throwing it into the cupboard again and grabbing a granola bar, running upstairs and into her room.
She nibbled on her granola bar and sat on her bed, chewing on her lip occasionally. That was a nervous habit of hers. It's not like her step father was bad or anything, she just hated him because, well, she's never really wanted a dad anyways. She finished her granola bar and threw the wrapper in the trash can, changing into her school clothes and walking into the bathroom. About 15 minutes later she came out and was ready to go. She shook her head softly and grabbed her bag and such, stalking down the stairs quietly before hurrying out the door and to school.
She nibbled on her granola bar and sat on her bed, chewing on her lip occasionally. That was a nervous habit of hers. It's not like her step father was bad or anything, she just hated him because, well, she's never really wanted a dad anyways. She finished her granola bar and threw the wrapper in the trash can, changing into her school clothes and walking into the bathroom. About 15 minutes later she came out and was ready to go. She shook her head softly and grabbed her bag and such, stalking down the stairs quietly before hurrying out the door and to school.
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