Post by Isa The Great on Sept 18, 2009 11:27:38 GMT -5
[/color][/center][/blockquote]JASSALYN GRACE MCKEE
it started with a low light
" I’ve got another confession
I fell to the temptation
And there is no question
There was some connection
I’ve got to follow my heart
No matter how far
I’ve gotta roll the dice
Never look back and never think twice "
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NEXT THING I KNEW[/color][/blockquote]
they ripped me from my bed
[/b][/color] Jassalyn Grace McKee
NICKNAMES:
GENDER:female
AGE: seventeen
SEXUALITY: bi-curious
YEAR: senior,
MEMBER GROUP: fucked up
FACE CLAIM: Frankziska Frank
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AND THEN THEY TOOK[/color][/blockquote]
my bloodtype, they left a
[/b][/color] I ran away from home right before my 14th birthday. I was caught three months later on the streets of LA. I'm from North Carolina. When they brought me back home I ran away again, only to be caught a week later hiding out in my friend's basement.
2. When they caught me the second time I was passed out because of the roofie my so called friend slipped into my drink. They caught him in the middle of raping me. They put him in jail and sent me to a foster home so they could 'look into' the situation at home. The dumbfucks figured out that my dad is an alcohlic and my mother is a druggie. Took them long enough.
3. While in the foster home I developed a little problem with alcohol. I didn't like it, but it loved me. While I was intoxicated some people managed get me to think that prostitution would solve all my money problems. Thankfully enough, my first 'clint' was a under cover cop who decided that I would only learn my lesson if I spent a night in jail and was sent to a boarding school for other delinquents.
4. I strongly disagreed with him, and after the night in jail and the court hearing, I hitched a ride with a trucker out of there. Saddly I didn't get very far before the trucker decidedd that I was a risk, since I was underaged and wanted, and turned me in.
5. My first day at Fitzgerald, I attempted to swallow a few dozen pills in the batheroom. I wasn't attempting to kill myself, just trying to be brought out of the school and into a hospital, where security is low and I could have ran away again. My plan failed because the cop who was responsible for my night in jail, even coming to the school, stood guard over me.
6. I have a twin sister just as fucked up as me. She's been sent to fitzgerlad for resisting arrest, assault of an officer, and prostitution. I look up to her because she actually faught back, were as I just ran away.
7. I have yet to have willing sex with anyone. I am bi-curious, although while I do sort of fear guys, at least when it comes to having sex, I do prefer them over females. I mostly just like to fool around with the ladies.
8. I can't committ. The thought of giving myself up to just one person scares the shit out of me. I haven't had a signle influence to teach me that doing so would be anything less than destastrous.
9. I have just recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I am now on a shit-ton of pills to 'help' me, so that I don't have a manic episode often. Personally I think they just want me on a ton of pills so that I don't agrue or attempt anything else stupid.
10. I don't actually hate my parents. Shocker from all that running away I did. Yeah they suck as parents, but they did try, even through their addictions. The only person who knows the real reason I kept running away is my twin sister, and it's going to stay that way.
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STRANGE IMPRESSION
in my head, you know that i was hoping
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whoa there, my name is ISA TG !?! and i happen to be of the female species. i currently have twenty number of candles on my cake but i've got nine years under my belt. i found this quirky site through caution. by the way, you can contact me via pm or through jeannette sage breeze, joelle olivia syran. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
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baby three seconds is enough for my heart to quit[/font][/color]
[/size][/font][/center]Kiss me red lipstick, or miss shy passion lipstick, that is the difficult question in which Joelle needed to answer. Joey glanced back over towards the dress she had picked out to wear that night. It wasn't new by any standards, but it didn't have to be. It was still sexy, and people still noticed sexy, even if the dress was so last year. Her shoes were definitely new, and she was still not sure if they would look smashing with the dress or not. Joey loved shoes, they were like her secret addiction, of course it wasn't the reason she had been sent to the damn school. If it was any addiction, it would be the addiction to partying that had sent her here. After all, if she hadn't been partying she would have never threatened her best friend's life. Now she couldn't even talk to the girl and say sorry. Such a pity because man could that chica kiss. She could set Joey afire just by touching her arm. It was a lustful friendship Joey and her had been in. Even through their lust they had been able to grow close, both not wanting a relationship, just fuck partners. It had been great. It had been magical. Then Joey fucked it up.
As she thought of her past mistakes, she selected the kiss me red lipstick, smeared it onto her lips and completed step one of the getting dressed process: make up. She moved onto step two: hair. She had decided to leave it down, but she would still be fixing it. She would add soft curls to her already curly long brown hair. She put had put in rollers when she had gotten out of the shower, and now it was time to blow dry the remain wet parts and take them out. She plugged in the blow drier and switched it too on. Moments later she turned it off and took the rollers out of her hair. Her hair spilt past her shoulders quickly, doing a short bounce up wards after the all. She carefully ran her hand through it then hairsprayed her masterpiece. Once that was done she went to her dresser drew to put on her intimates. A black lace corset would keep her breasts pushed up, and even help whatever bit of fat that decided to try show it's self, but mostly it would push up her breasts and add sexiness to the bed room. She picked out a pair of lace bikini underwear that matched the corset. After slipping those on she moved onto her dress and pulled it on over her head. Altering it a bit to fit properly, Joey then moved to the shoes. It was the shoes that took her some time to do up.
She checked her reflection in the mirror, likeing what she saw she grabbed her dorm key, stuffed it into her corset, and left. Tonight would be a night of drinking and passion. So pretty much any weekend, and most weekday, nights. Joey wasn't one to just keep her partying to the weekends. That was another reason she had been sent to this god aweful school. Because she liked to party. Joey hitched a ride into town with a few people she wasn't even sure she knew. She wouldn't drive because she knew she'd be to drunk too by the time she got back. It was just easier to call a cab. Once in town she walked around for a bit, not heading straight to the club like she wanted to do. She was planning on paceing herself tonight. Somewhat. As it grew later she headed over. A line was already forming, but thankfully she knew the bouncer pretty well, had fucked him a few times, and did not have to wait. She smiled at the guy and moved into the club, people almost moshing on the floor pit. It was almost a beautiful thing to look at, but she wanted to join the fun. She scanned the area to find someone she would find attractive enough to dance with.
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tag: kael
lyrics lady gaga and katy perry template me
THAT I COULD LEAVE
this starcrossed world behind
this apptemplate was made by chaela and laurel from charcoal eyes, guys, and the titles are from spaceman by the killers
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