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RELATIONSFarrah; You're my baby-sister and one of my best friends. We fight, sure, but we'll always be there for each other, and I know it. Jasper; I know we don't talk much. So, i'll give you some slack. But, eat with you're mouth closed, okay? Then we'll talk. Avery; I hate you. 
Style: Eden's style typically ranges on whatever she's feeling at the moment. Usually she'll just throw on a pair of old blue, skinny jeans and a pull-over sweatshirt. Goals: She's actually a very shy girl who doesn't say much but it's a quite a different story qhen she begins to write. Cay becomes a whole different person when she rights, pouring her entire heart onto paper. She definetly wants to become a journalist. Fears: Failure. She will not consider it an option. She won't even associate with people who are failures. Secrets: Eden will never mention the fact she's gotten an abortion before. Or the father. Hobbies: Acting is a definite passion but nothing can soothe this girl's nerves as a pen and stack of paper will. Currently, she's editor in chief of the school newspaper, and very much enjoys this newfound power of authority. 
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 THE BASICSFull Name: Eden Cay NicholsonNicknames: Cay Age: Eighteen Grade: Senior Orientation: I like Boys. (: Eyes: Cay's eyes are a soft shade of blue with bursts of yellow speckled close along her pupil. Hair: A smokey shade of red, Cay basically damages her hair whenever she can. Hey. It's fun. Height: 5'7" Weight: 127 pounds Race: Mostly Scottish though she's got a little french somewhere in there. Piercings/Tattoos: Clean-cut. ): Other (physical): Slathering herself with sun block and being extra cautious have proved this girl flawless. EDEN IN A NUTSHELLJournal,Freaking A. He did it again. I swear to God. I mean, yeah. I love my dad and stuff. But, um. That was not cool. Urgh, whatever. Anyway, the concert was fun. I met a few people that I actually like. Hey, it's not my fault i'm horrible at making friends. Or, wait. Yeah, it is. I'm picky. I like intellectuals. And stuff. (: Journal, Ew. Well, I have nothing against her, but. Um. Ew. She totally was hitting on me. I loove drama but .. with her? Blah. Ew. No. I don't flow like that. And, she's utterly oblivious to my rejections. This is perfect. I can't act like this. I'm unbelievably uncomfortable. Jesus. Why me? Well, other than that, dandy fun day. Farrah was HILARIOUS. Pah, she's probably the only dumb blonde I'll ever love. Though I need a restraining order for Jasper. He's a freak. Have no idea why she's "OMGBFF" with him. I mean, ew. He starting eating at our table and something landed on my face. A particle of chewed up food landed there. Yeah. Fasho. My day could not of gone more perfectly. Oh wait. There's more! I saw Avery. Um. Worst neighbor EVER. Not even kidding. And, he touched me. It was disgusting. He grabbed my shoulder and something about something and I just cringed in agony. Blah. I remember when I had this tiny, small, microsophic crush on him when he first moved next door roughly four years ago. I was a freshman. He was an eighth grader. I was one hell of a dumb fourteen year old. Journal, I still like Av. Uh. What? Did I write that? When? Absurdity. Plea-hease. He could go die in a ditch. Or .. um .. something. No. I don't like him, 'kay? Seriously. Honest to God. Okay? Okay? Okay.. |
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