I am...different. When I was 9, I Flipped for the first time. I tried to kill my little brother, and ended up in the hospital with my family horribly afraid of me. The doctors said it was Multiple Personality Disorder, and that's what I dismissed it as. Now I'm 13, and the secrets kept from me, even by my best friend and a mysterious boy I barely know, are about to unravel. Who am I, you ask? I am Rita.
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WorldCutie Joined: Sep-27-2011 |
Parker W. has loved writing ever since she was a toddler. She has written many stories, but, unfortunately, has never finished them. She mostly writes fantasy, horror, and thrillers, and is very dark and morbid. At her school she has chosen to be thought of a freak and a weirdo, but Parker is completely fine with that, as she has found friends that share a few of the same interests. Her hobbies are drawing, painting, cartooning, acting, filming, drumming, singing with her band, thinking, talking to herself, and writing. Parker currently lives with her parents, brother and sister, and two Chihuahua Terrier mixes, Buzz and Mojo.
Oooooooh, can't wait for Christmas! Not just for the prsesents but for the SPIRIT! Ha, guess what? I'm going to Colorado after christmas, suckers! Haha, I don't think you guys are suckers...
Anyway, I had a bad day. My ex-friend went and told my crush I liked him. What a jerk. And then my crush made a jokey comment! My ex-friend told me all this before I blew up.
He said that it was obvious since I was stalking him. That hurt. But, y'know, I wasn't that mortified that he knew. Not the end of the world. Now my mom said I have to play hard to get, and my dad offered tht if i could find out what he was doing after school, then we could follow him in his car!
Well...
Ugh... Halloween is truly tiring! I do all the walking, get all into an epic costume that itches in some place, strive to be as scary as I can be to get the most candy, and I get home by 8! Why must Hallow's Eve be on a Monday? In fact, I wasn't even allowed to eat more than four pieces of candy. AND, my candy got Dad-taxed. Yeah, that's what we call it in this family. Dad takes some food from us when we eat it. Thankfully, most of it was stuff I didn't want, and Dad was merciful. BTW, there is some really awful "candy" getting handed out(pretzels, really?). Thank God it's over. At least it was remotely fun. Ok, it was really fun, 'cause all the people said my costume was scary and were all like 8.o. Because of fear. The main thing was that I wasn't with any friends, just my little sister who complained nonstop. Y'know what she dressed as? A male hippie. From the sixties. Bye.
Sorry I took so long of a break! I got addicted to anime...Full Moon Wo Sagashite. *hangs head shamefully*but now I'm back on track! Well, for the most part...
Oh, I feel depressed now after writing Dylans backstory. I wanted to make it realistic yet torturous. After all, he is a villain, and villains are usually bitter about something...
