Post by SUNDAY BLAIR SOMMERS on Mar 14, 2010 21:59:41 GMT -5
FULL NAME: sunday blair sommers[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: sunny, sunny-d, whore.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: seventeen & april eighth
HOMETOWN: portland, oregan.
ILLNESSES: obsessive compulsive & panic disorder.
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: senior
everything about your character goes here. three two one: go.[/blockquote][/font]
i was born almost eighteen prior to this interview. i hate these. all the talking. we always start with the basics. my mothers name, which, i know you'll ask, and i'll reply. it was samantha. and my fathers name, was dustyn. i don't remember anything specific about him. i know it's where i got my eyes, my hair, and lighter skin complection. my mother, was dark, green eyed, long silky brown hair. i say was, when i don't actually know what happened, nor where she's at. she's probably not dead. no, certainly not. she was a fighter. just not for me. i remember when i was five, my new stepfather first began abusing me. the hitting, the touching, the yelling. the drunken threats, the scary glazed-over look in his eyes. like he wasn't there. my father was a good man, mind you. and though i don't exactly remember what happened to him, i'm guessing my mother pushed him away, and in time, he couldn't take it anymore and left. she liked to drink, do a few drugs. she wasn't addicted. she didn't do them til after she'd had me, or so my aunt says. and ( pause ) as far as i know, she was only ever diagnosed with a severe depression, not any such other disorders. ( throat cleared ) so, anyhow, it began when i was about five, and went on until i was about thirteen. then, my best friend pulled a gun on him, and threatened to kill him if he didn't stop. which, in time, he did. he was drunk, my mother, was passed out on the floor - but he wasn't drunk enough to realize my friend was not pulling his leg. and to some extent, it made me who i am. it made me see that ( averted gaze ) not everyone is scum. at fourteen, i decided i was going to get out of there. i'd had so many nightmares, and when i wasn't having nightmares, something even more horrible was happening. he'd come in, late at night. i'd smell the stale, cold, stench of beer, and other alcoholic beverages, and know what was coming. do you know...what its like? to anticipate it? to know you have no say over something, and not be able to stop something so horrible? to only be able to sit -or lay, and take it? of course you don't. ( bitter laugh, shake of the head, and lock of gaze on interviewer ) i've been seeing you therapists, psychologists, and all you other little mind doctors for much too long to know that this is going nowhere. i'm always going to have panic attacks, i'm always going to be a bit obsessive-compulsive, and i'm always going to be sunny. you can't fuck with my mind, anymore than i could get inside my stepfathers and see what he was thinking everytime he'd crawl atop a seven year old, writhing, innocent girl. stick that in your report and seal it. that throw you offguard? they should have labeled my file by now. 'live wire.' ( eye roll ) lets get to the fun part. i'm sunny. of course, you'd already know that. you're looking at my file. most people don't call me sunday. i have one good girl best friend that i've had for some time now. her name's delilah. she'd eat your quivering balls for breakfast. especially since you're starting to look scared with my interview. ( laugh ) you interviewers, you're all the same. easily shooken, protected from the outside world, oblivious, annoying. i guess its in the requirements? no? oh well. lets get back to me, and get this over with. i like guys. i'm not gay. i mean, dee's hot, but i'm not like that. well, unless i'm joking. i just have issues trusting men. they're pigs. and i have a right to think that, do i not? i know my mother loved me. i know she does. even if she forgets some times. my name, who i am to her. i know some where she knows. but she doesn't. and that's all the time. but that's quite deep enough you've gotten. i like parties. i don't like getting drunk. i dislike drugs also. they're tacky, and well, it's like you depend on them. i don't like depending on things. i love movies, and i'd love to be an actress. i've even taken a liking to modeling. people like me, because i have a personality. a sparkling personality, i like to tell people. not that anyone ever denies it. ( laugh ) i like people, to some extent. except the trashy whores, and crack addicts and such. i like fashion, beaches, and blue eyes. i'm a sucker for a good book, and i'm very much addicted to chinese or asian style food. that enough to seal up with some red tape? hope we're done because i'm leaving. got a facial in twenty minutes i have to make it to.
NAME/ALIAS: abbicakes[/blockquote][/font]
AGE: sixteen
EXPERIENCE: some
TIMEZONE: gmt-6
ANYTHING ELSE: i<3u
bells needed desparately not to think, she thought, as she lay, sprawled across her bed, and chatted on the school's chatroom. she stretched, and then rolled over onto her stomach, tapping out messages, and receiving them. was she really a cow? she rolled her eyes, having never had an eating disorder, and bet she was about two sizes under delilah, makynsie being petite and all. she smiled at brocks remarks, and shook her head. there were tons of parties going on tonight. none though, she would be attending. her goal since she'd been slung into this place, had been to get out. and having constant flings, didn't prove that she was ready to leave, no matter how much fun they were. she sighed, and got up, going through her closet. she threw a few items out on the bed, and turned her stereo up, undressing and getting into the shower. when she got out, she ran some mousse through her hair, and scrunched it up, as body control blared. she pulled her dress on, and slipped on her heels, picked up her phone, her bio-chem book, and headed to the library.the library was not bellas typical friday night hang out. she usually had a party, or went to one. but lately, she'd been less focused on her homework, and needed to get caught up. she arrived at the library, and went to her usual spot in the very back, where no one ever dared. it was the historical biographies. the books had gathered so much dust though, that it was no wonder no one ever came. she rolled her eyes, at the couple making out in the front. get a room, she thought to herself, but kept her mouth shut in passing. she dropped her books onto her usual table, and put her phone on the table. bella's eyes watered, as she stared at her advanced placement chem-bio book, and kept on taking her notes. even being her, she still tried to keep up with her school work, no matter what was on her mind, or what parties were taking place. she hated bio-chem, though, most of all. it was almost as if she were taking two classes at once. she rubbed her temples, and flipped the page, putting her pencil down, and sighing. she blinked, and looked around, wondering what everyone else was doing out on a friday night. she straightened her back, and felt a slight pop as she did so, and then proceeded to pop her neck also. she hated, most of all, the seats in the library. she was usually all hunched over, her hair down, its curls going wild, around her face. her bangs were straightened, for the most part, and hung in her eyes. instead of her usual skinny jeans, and tee shirt that she wore around school, she had clothes on that she'd intended to go out in. unfortunately, she'd never done so. she'd gone out, yeah. just...to the library, with a chem book, to do next weeks notes. the dress was black and white striped, and her pumps were a bright red colour. she felt so out of place, in the library, even if she was in the dark, back corner. no one had come back here for about two and a half hours, and she didn't suspect that there'd be anyone here all night. she pulled a hershey bar out of her bag, unwrapped it, and took a bite. she unlocked her phone, and checked her messages. ignoring the summons to the constant parties that night. she turned her zune on, and turned it way up. she set it to shuffle, and began working all over again.an hour later, she was dead, zoned out, and wishing she'd went to a party. her work was mostly done, and she just kept going. she knew exactly how tonight would end up. she'd been dying to fool around for ages. and now what had happened? she hadn't in a while. and she was trying, very much so, to keep it that way. her foot tapped to the beat on her zune. she smiled, and sang along. leighton meester had been an icon of hers forever. fashion wise, anyways. she and daisy from the great gatsby where just epicness, as far as she was concerned. and she loved music. she always had. looking up, she jumped, slightly startled, at the sight of someone infront of her. no one ever came back here. or atleast they hadn't when she'd been here. never, in the near year and a half, had she ran into anyone back here. she bit her bottom lip, and kept quiet. the figure didn't move, and didn't look as if they'd seen her. she looked back down, turned her zune up louder, and kept working.
