Post by Aubrey Schaffel on Jan 9, 2009 1:59:51 GMT -5
The Basics:
Name: Aubrey Schaffel
Nickname: Bree
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: August 28th, 1991
Grade:* Junior
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious, she’ll be willing to take first base but she’ll never go all the way.
The Appearance:
Height: 5’ 2 1/4”
Weight: 106lbs
Hair Color: Natural medium blonde, light brown highlights throughout.
Eye Color: Green Slate. Basically she has a ring of gray blue and green. Flecks of brown can be seen but not normally.
Constants: She always has to wear a ring with a heart cut blue topaz on her right hand. She can’t ever take it off. Well she can but she chooses not to for personal reasons.
Overall Appearance:
At first glance Aubrey seems tiny, dainty, almost fragile. It’s as if you could hug her and she would shatter. But underneath that fragile, girlish look she’s really as imposing as she wants to be. Standing at only 5’ 2 1/4” makes it a challenge though. What she lacks for in vertical she makes up for in facial features. High cheek bones accentuate her almond shaped slate green eyes, making them stand out against her sun kissed skin. Unblemished, on good days anyway, and unscarred as far as her face goes. A pair of full lips and a dainty nose completes the package.
Her natural medium blonde hair scales down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Usually pulled up, you’ll only see it down when she’s not around the barn. When it is down it frames her face, angling away in layers and coming to a natural cut on her back. Aubrey will normally have it up in a neat ponytail around the barn, and it’s never curled, not even artificially.
Her body isn’t perfect, not nearly so, but it is average and she’s happy with it. She keeps herself well maintained. The only thing she can’t satisfy is the craving for new skin. Yeah, it’s weird. Aubrey has a scar along her shoulder, over her collar bone to about the indent in her throat. It starts just a few inches below her shoulder on her back. When she wears a tank top you can see it perfectly. She’s not ashamed of it; she just prefers not to show it off like it was a trophy.
Aubrey has a wide range of clothes that she calls a closet. She’s not even sure how she fits everything in there considering its only three feet deep and about seven feet wide. But if you manage to actually look in there it’s filled with lace camisoles, jeans and shorts in every varied color of blue denim (maybe a pair of black denim if you’re lucky), and anything from soft green to black blouses. The shoes on the floor range just as large. Pumps, heeled boots, sandals, sneakers, heels that are the circumference of a pencil, and then you have her favorite pair of field boots. Synthetic leather that comes to the top of her calf, just below her knee, makes up the basis of the boot. They weren’t expensive, and she appreciates that. Aubrey loves those boots like they were her horse Scipio. Around the barn she can be found wearing her tan training jodhpurs, her field boots, and normally a white button up t-shirt. Sometimes, depending on the weather, she’ll be wearing her black hoodie as well. If it’s really bad she’ll be wearing the navy jacket with the fur lining. No worries, it’s faux.
Looks Like:Ashley Gellar
The Character:
Likes:
- Music. Headphones are constantly dangling from her neck when she’s on leisure time.
- Reading. She always has a book somewhere with her, whether it’s in her car or in her hand.
- Cross Country. Her biggest event.
- Jumping. Second biggest event, though sometimes she does prefer the Speed Rounds better than Cross Country.
- Clouds. Aubrey has a fascination with clouds, ever since she was a kid.
- Horror movies. She still gets scared but she finds that the fun part.
- Being independent. Don’t ever tell her she can’t do something without a valid reason.
- Scipio. Of course, this list isn’t in order of greatest to least because if it was Scipio would be on top.
- Researching bloodlines. Aubrey enjoys searching bloodlines within WFUSA (Westphalian/Westfalen For USA). She’d do it on the official website if they had one.
- Her parents. Surprisingly she has an extremely strong bond with her parents, mainly her father.
Dislikes:
- Being without Scipio
- Being bored/Sitting still
- Sitting in silence
- People who don’t treat her like an adult
- People who are to the extreme snobby
- Losing her cell phone. She’s a text-oholic
- Horse that are mistreated/worked to exhaustion. It almost makes her sick
- Drug users
- Alcoholics
- Chronic smokers/Chain smokers
Strengths:
- She’s extremely independent to the point where she’s headstrong, can be a bad thing at times
- She knows when and when not to say something, it keeps her out of trouble a lot
- Being able to forgive and forget on the small things
- Determination to do the best she can with Scipio on the course and in the ring no matter the challenge
- Knowing when she should back down and give in if she’s proven wrong
Weaknesses:
- Quiet, but not at all shy. Just quiet
- She tends to get engrossed with something and loses track of time
- Mistreated horses, she can’t stand seeing mistreated horses
- ‘Shop until you drop’, she lives by it, she breathes it, she does it.
- Headstrong, as above it can also be good
Skills:
- Intelligence
- Manipulative at times when she’s with her parents, not something she should be proud of
- Able to read a 300page book in less than a week
- Selective memory
- The ability to semi-understand facial expressions. She hasn’t really mastered it yet, but she’s getting there. Half the time she can be wrong. Half the time she is wrong.
Biggest Fear: Losing Scipio in any way, shape, or form.
Habits: Aubrey has a lot of habits that don’t do her much justice in personality.
- Reading too much to calm her nerves
- Biting her lip when she’s concentrating
- Getting overly defensive
- Jumping to conclusions and accusations
- Being unable to trust someone to the extent that she’d risk her life for them
Unique Traits:
- Quiet, but not anti-social or shy
- Her ability to be so forgiving
- Somehow she manages to just make a book appear out of thin air, though it’s really stuffed inside her purse
- Kind nature but a sharp tongue
- She always has her phone on her somewhere, usually its hip holster
Overall Personality:
Aubrey’s what you would call a kind soul. She’s sweet, angelic, the perfect child. But underneath that lies so much more. She’s quick witted, sharp tongued, and she has the intelligence to back herself up. Her sarcasm is unmatched, only by her own mother so far. But her ability to swing moods is a dangerous combination.
One moment she could be the happiest person alive, the next she’d be so overcome with grief that she withdraws into herself. Drama queen? Eh, not really. She’s just emotionally unstable at times. Normally, on an average day, she’s perfectly normal. Happy-go-lucky, ‘always looking on the bright side of things’ kind of girl. But it’s not just a measure of swing between happy and grief-stricken. She can swing from happy to hating the world. Or she can swing from confused and acting like a complete blonde to being a total ‘know it all.’
Extremely diligent listener. Aubrey’s the type of person that you can tell anything, and as long as it’s not life threatening, she’ll never repeat it. You could tell her that you hated her very being the next day, hell the next hour from telling her, and she’d never tell a soul a single word. She’s just not like that. People think she’s incapable of holding a grudge which is, in fact, partially true. Due to her forgiving nature she doesn’t hold grudges unless the person went to extremes to piss her off. Then she’ll gladly hold a grudge. It all comes from the fact that she always believes that no matter how hard you try to act bad, there will always be a bit of good inside you.
Quiet and reserved. Not shy. You can walk up to her and say hi, and she’d politely smile and respond in a heartbeat. But she’s not one to start a conversation either. Bree doesn’t avoid them. Rather she embraces them if the other person starts them. She doesn’t mind being confronted by complete strangers and letting them spark a conversation. Although, this doesn’t mean she trusts them either. See, Aubrey has trust issues. It’s just something she’s never gotten over and likely never will. It didn’t start from anything traumatic or tragic. It’s just who she is. She finds it extremely hard to trust anybody completely.
Let’s bottle it up. Emotional issues, yeah we’ll call them that. Aubrey would rather bottle up her anger, or release it verbally, than get into a physical fight. It’s not that she’s afraid she’d break something or hurt them, but she was never good at hitting anybody unless it was playful. She just can’t stand possibly hurting someone. Same with her sadness. She’d rather bottle it up than burden someone else with it as well. She usually bottles all negative energies and emotions but at times she’ll bottle her positive energies and emotions if the time and place demands it.
Lifestyle:
Hobbies:
- Reading
- Swimming
- Texting
- Riding Scipio
- Having a daily routine she sticks to, or everything gets out of control
Routines:
1. Wake up at five A.M every morning
2. Prepare herself for public viewing
3. Go to school at 6:30 A.M (weekdays)/Go to the barn to get Scipio ready (weekends)
4. Get out of school/Go through Scipio’s paces and training, usually about an hour long
5. Go to the barn/Run through a Cross Country course
6. Go through steps 3-5 for a weekend on weekdays after school
7. Bring Scipio in, cool her down, and replace her to the paddock
8. Finish homework and any projects
9. Feed Scipio at exactly 8 P.M every day and leave her to stall rest for day before shows or put her out to paddock on regular schedule
10. Go to dorm, set alarm clock, fall asleep
Pet Peeves: Aubrey has one pet peeve, and one pet peeve only. She has OCD. Anything out of order needs to be replaced.
Pets: Male, 4 yr old German Shepherd, Bishop; Female, seven month old Egyptian Mau kitten, Lumo. Female, 2 yr old Javanese Cat, Cimer (sim-mer). Female, 5 yr old Westphalian, Scipio.
Social Background: Rich, but not overly rich. Just average rich. Her dad isn’t a CEO, he’s just a Head Manager at a company. Making roughly $300,000 per year, though most of it has gone into Bree’s college funds, they lived a great lifestyle, but with moderation. Yes, they’re rich, but Aubrey was brought up in a family that knows money management. Budgets were set every month for shopping. Bree has never owned a credit card in her life, nor a debit card. She’s never seen anything in her hands over three hundred dollars, and that was strictly clothing and food money. Gas money was incorporated after she got a car. Which isn’t that extravagant either. Just a normal Pontiac. Nothing like a Jaguar or a Mercedes Benz. She’s never even sat in a Mercedes Benz. Limo, yes but it wasn’t stretched. They didn’t even live in a mansion. Just a normal, country side house.
Label:Prep
The Past:
Family:
- Father; Antone Petuli. Main income of money, business man, strict and yet lenient. He’s a loving character but he knows when to put his foot down.
- Mother; Cyril Petuli (Maiden: Miele). On and off with small time jobs. The parent who was willing to give her kids anything and everything in moderation. Stay at home mother now; she takes care of Aubrey’s fourteen year old brother.
- Brother; Mason Petuli. Young and restless, that saying pretty much says it all. Not into horses at all. He’d rather sit and play video games than even consider riding a horse.
Life-Changing Experiences: No, Aubrey has yet to find the person she wants to spend her life with, she’s never experienced death, and getting Scipio was life changing for her, well almost. Receiving Scipio gave Aubrey something to look forward to every day. Not that she was a depressed teenager, but now she had something living and breathing that she could pamper and spoil. But her car accident was the worst. Aubrey was the passenger in this situation. Her best friend, Michelle, was driving. It was the day before summer break after her sophomore, something everybody looked forward to. But that didn’t exactly go as planned when Michelle took a green light and a drunk driver took a red. The drunk hit the side door, just a few inches behind Aubrey, and pushed them through the intersection without stopping. Aubrey walked away with a scar and no memory, Michelle walked away with a few scratches and glass embedded in her left arm.
Overall History:
Aubrey’s history is relatively … bland actually. Born in August and always resenting it, Aubrey grew up in the same family she has now. When she was three her brother was born. School years came around and she really impressed her teachers, and her parents. Perfect grades, never getting a failing mark. She was definitely her father’s daughter. Aubrey never deviated from her schoolwork even when she hit high school, but on the other side of life she was out partying, getting drunk, and always managing to keep it from her parents. They never really would have suspected anything since she was their angel child. But let’s go back a few years to fill in the missing, actually unimportant, details.
At the age of twelve they got Bishop, a male German Shepherd. He was like her baby until he got too big. See, Aubrey wanted a small dog. Maybe a Chihuahua or a Pomeranian. So she got a Javanese cat when she was fifteen, named her Cimer. Her brother on the other hand took over her role as favorite person with Bishop. She didn’t mind, she was glad Bishop had found someone within the household that he knew would always be there. It’s not that Aubrey didn’t love Bishop; he just wasn’t her type of dog. And then they got Lumo seven months ago when she was only a baby. They had her pre-picked from a breeder before she was even born. That’s Cyril’s kitten. When she turned sixteen she got Scipio as a birthday gift from her dad.
Summer break was coming around her sophomore year and the accident happened. Bree spent three weeks in the hospital. It was an extremely short coma, but she lost memories because of it. She doesn’t consider this a curse, but not a blessing either. At times she wishes she had her memories, but then again she doesn’t. The scar is a reminder that something had happened, and she had been told it was a car accident. She still doesn’t remember full details.
After her recovery from the accident her parents figured it was time to try something new so they offered Chestnut Hill as a schooling option for the rest of her high school education. Aubrey jumped at the chance and bit down like a pit bull. Not only did this allow her to spend time with Scipio, more for that matter, but it also gave her showing options. Sure, she could always do 4-H or Open Shows but those had become less challenging for her.
The Future:
Aspirations: Make it to Grand Prix Stadium Jumping. One and only goal she really sticks too.
Future Job: To raise a prestigious Westphalian stud farm. Aubrey wants to be one of the best stud farms to offer public breeding to registered Westphalian mares in the US. Plus she just loves all the little foalies.
Classes:
- English 11 – Honors AP
- Macroeconomics – AP (Social Studies)
- Human Anatomy and Physiology (Science)
- Chemistry (Science)
- AP Statistics (Mathematics)
- Pre-Calculus Honors (Mathematics)
-- STUDY HALL--
- Phsycology
10 years from now...: Working to obtain her goal and happily married to whomever she decides is the right one. Possibly at most one kid by the age of 27.
Life Commitments:
- Her goal to own a Westphalian stud
- Never selling Scipio
- Take care of her future family to the best of her abilities
- Never deviate or wander from the paths she sets for herself
- Never give up
About You:
Your Name: Emo =D Of course … no not really. It’s Bethany xD
Your Age: 15
Your Contacts:
Email; sableparadise@aol.com
DeviantArt; Emotionals
MSN; gaitersntrotters@msn.com
Past Role Playing Example:*It’s not a role-play, but it is something I wrote in my free time*
The Beginning
“Audrey!”
I could hear my friend’s voice floating above the crowd as she called out to me. It was more of instinct than need to turn around and face her as she weaved over to me. School, a drag and yet an exciting area of which people produced drama every day up until summer.
“Hey, I called you like … five times but you never seemed to hear me. Here’s your Algebra book.” She pulled the book from the extremely small pile in her arms. Taking the book from her I added it to the stack I already was carrying. We weren’t allowed backpacks in school. They say it’s a threat to other students, something about possible gun threat. Personally, I think it’s stupid and it’s just another way for the school board to torture us.
“Sorry Brittany. I’ve just been really busy. Extra homework from my Honors’ classes and community service has been tearing me up.” I was dramatic as I said this. If I’m not she’ll lose interest in the subject quickly. “It’s alright. Did you need help with your homework?” As she spoke I could tell she was sincere about it, she usually is. “This coming from the girl who can’t keep anything above a C- to save her life.” I spoke as we turned into our seventh period classroom. Last period of the day, whoo.
Her laugh was sweet as we walked. Yeah, I was the smart one. The dork that got straight A’s and never missed a single page of homework. Brittany? Hot as hell and doesn’t care about school. As long as she passes enough she’s happy. Oh, and she’s always got someone new on her arm every other week. I’ve lost track of all the names. God forbid she’d keep a steady relationship for longer than a week or two. Her longest relationship ever was only a month, and that’s because he was the football star of the school. “So are we still on for this weekend? Or are you gonna bail out on me again and be all anti-social Audrey?” Her voice broke into my thoughts, but I didn’t mind. I smiled slightly. I was never an outgoing person. “I’ll be at the movies around six. I told my parents it started at six twenty and that they wouldn’t see me until around nine.” I listened as my voice trailed around the room quietly.
Taking our seats we quickly set everything into place, more of a stage than anything. The teacher loved me. Couldn’t see why. Sure, I was good in his class and always got A’s but I was never one to get the better side of adults. Brittany could play innocent and they’d instantly fall under her spell. That never really worked out for me though. I wasn’t pretty enough or I always seemed to be too truthful and honest, even if it was at someone else’s expense.
“Everybody turn to page fifty-seven!” Mr. Khoger’s voice caused everyone to shut up and sit down. It was apparent that he hated everyone, except Brittany or me. In the background I could hear Brittany whispering something and Mr. Khoger explaining whatever it was that was on the paper in front of me. I wasn’t paying attention. I never did in this class. This class was special. Why? Because he was in this class. He sat two rows up and one seat to my left. Him, the guy everybody wanted to date. Brittany hasn’t even managed to taint him yet. Not saying Brittany’s a horrible girlfriend but she tends to be a slut at times.
His name is Jase. Or, at least that’s what everyone calls him. Even the teachers call him Jase. His real name is Jasper Savino. Apparently it’s Italian. But he’s from Ireland. Which makes no sense. I could care less. I don’t need to know the origin of his last name. As long as I hear that voice every day I’d be happy. He’s got that deep and sexy Irish accent. And it’s thick. It’s not like he’s losing it any time soon, and I secretly hope he doesn’t. He does turn heads but he never dates. Nobody understands why. Some think he’s gay and hasn’t decided to reveal himself yet. Others think he doesn’t believe anybody here is good enough for him. I just think he hasn’t found somebody he can truly share himself with yet.
“Audrey!” Brittany’s voice lashes at my ears and I jump instantly, turning to face her. “What?” My voice shakes a bit, still slightly stunned by her outburst. Nobody else cares or even turns to look. The teacher ignores her. “Have you been listening to a word I just said?” Uh oh. Her voice is accusing. She hates it when I get caught up in my own little world and blocks her out. “Sorry Britt. I was thinking of something else.” I was quiet as I said this, drawing little hearts and butterflies in the margins of my paper. “Ugh! Audrey, I swear to God sometimes I think you do it just to piss me off.” Half of the statement Brittany just said was true. I do sort of get a kick out of her being pissed off.
Brittany gave up on me after I stopped commenting again, once again lost in my own world. As the bell rang I jumped up. Usually I wait for Brittany but I knew she’d call me later that night to talk so I left her in the classroom with her other friends. I didn’t even notice Jase walking for the door at the same time I was. I felt another body collide with mine. A jolt of electricity ran up my side and down my spine to my toes as I lost my breath, falling on my ass. Looking up I saw Jase. He was smiling down at me and I knew he was laughing on the inside. Heat flooded my cheeks and neck. I could feel the boiling blood burning behind my skin.
“Sorry.” I spoke as I stood up. Brushing myself off I reached for my books but he was doing the same. I went for another book instead and picked it up. “No problem Audrey. Just try and keep your balance next time.” His voice was silky smooth and it tingled on my skin. I felt like I couldn’t breathe until he cleared his voice, holding up my books he had picked up. I scrambled to take them, feeling like an idiot for stalling. Our hands brushed and the electricity started all over again. It ran through my fingertips to my shoulder, down my spine and back up again. Another blush tinted my cheeks and I had to look away as I grasped the books a little firmer and added them to the pile I was holding against my chest. Looking up I saw his smile. He was laughing at me again. Unable to stand the contact anymore I fled, sliding through the door and the crowd of people as swiftly as I could.
My locker was all the way at the end of the hallway, go figure. Usually I wait until everybody’s cleared out but today I couldn’t take being in the building anymore. I spun through my combination, barely watching the blur of numbers as I twisted the lock. Once my locker sprung open I shoved all my books inside and slammed it shut. I was lucky it was Thursday. We usually never get homework on Thursdays and Fridays unless there’s a project due the next week. This reminded me of the huge U.S Government/Economics report that was due next Wednesday. I’d finish it later.
Removing myself from the school building I pulled out the keys to my car, hitting the auto start button and the unlock button at the same time. As my car came to life people turned to look. Those of who were next to my car stepped away subconsciously. Sliding my hand over the black polished paint of the Dodge Viper Coupe I smiled softly. Oh how I loved this car. It wasn’t the fact that it went zero to sixty in less than four seconds. It wasn’t that it had over six-hundred pounds of horsepower underneath the hood. It wasn’t even the leather interior. No, it was mine. And that’s what makes it special.
Climbing into the seat I put the key into the ignition, turning it to keep the car running. A tap on my window made me turn. I could see Jase through the tint and my heartbeat raced. Letting the window slide down I looked up at him. “Did I forget a book?” I was surprised at the steadiness of my voice. His smile made my lips turn up slightly. Jase moved to lean on my window frame before he spoke “No, not at all. I was just curious about something.” His voice hinted at something that seemed to make him laugh a little. “And that would be?” I returned the tone in stride, falling into a comfortable state for the moment. He hesitated slightly. “… Are you free Saturday?” He didn’t try and hide it under his breath as he spoke. He didn’t even look away from my face. Gasps came from behind him as people started listening in. “Yeah, actually I am.” I gave it a flirtatious smile as I answered him.
Girls flitted from group to group, spreading the news. “Five o’clock. Meet me at Freedom’s Point.” His voice was so steady and confident. I thought my heart had burst through my ribcage as he started walking away. It took me a second or two to regain my composure. Pressing the auto close button for the window I looked into my lap and saw a small piece of paper. Letting go of the wheel I picked it up, flipping it open and smiling as I saw his number. I wouldn’t call him. Calling him would mean I was overly excited for Saturday. Dread filled me as I came back to myself, remembering Saturday was the same day as the night of the movies with Brittany. Oh she’d be so mad at me. Shaking it off, I tucked the paper into my pocket and revved the engine. Waiting for the line of cars to gape open so I could pull out I tried not to think about having to tell Brittany or if she’s already heard. Gossip spreads like wildfire here.
Easy Winnings
Now that was only one period and a few minutes after school. I’m Audrey Winlow. Blonde, shoulder-blade length hair. Dark blue eyes. About 5’ 4” and eighteen years old. Yeah, so what’s so special about me that Jase would ask me out? Nothing that’s visual. I live in Huntington Beach, California. Three story ‘house’. OK, so what if it has over fifteen rooms? It’s still a house.
My dad’s a government official, though I’m not sure what kind. He never tells us. Everybody made up this silly assumption that’s he’s CIA. That I would know, and he’s definitely not. My mom is a stay-at-home mother. She takes care of my twin younger sisters. I have no brothers which, I guess in a way, is cool. My older sister, she’s twenty-two, and her boyfriend Kevin, twenty-four. And then there is Cilia, our housekeeper. She helps my mom take care of the twins.
I have a pretty normal lifestyle. Nothing too fascinating. Unless you want to count the numerous trips my dad takes and my mother’s obsessive secrecy of his job. My older sister is never here, not really at least. She leaves at five in the morning and doesn’t get home until around two AM. Her boyfriend always leaves with her. All I really have is Cilia. She’s an awesome friend. I can tell her everything and she’ll never slip even a whisper of a word to anybody unless I ask her to. Oh, she’s French which is awesome too. Sometimes she’ll yell at me in French when I do something that she disapproves of. It’s really comical.
I wasn’t aware of the changes until I, tried, to pull into our driveway. Moving trucks filled it up so I was forced to pull to the curb instead. Stepping out of my car I stared at the trucks in a bit of anxiety, fear, and anger. Could we really be moving again? In total, I’ve been moved with my family to seven different states and eighteen different schools. I’ve moved eighteen times. I was growing sick of it. Sometimes we barely stayed for longer than a month before we were moving again.
Shoving my keys into my purse I slammed the car door shut and started for my front door. My footsteps were heavy, and I gave no care to the movers as they shifted around me while carrying heavy furniture and millions of dollars worth of vases and art décor. Making it to the door I pulled my shoes off and set my purse on the table next to the doorway. “Mom!” I could hear her giving instructions to movers still in the house. My voice was useless over the din of noise. Sighing I walked closer to her voice, jumping out of the way just as a couch was carried through the doorway.
Scowling I slipped past them and into the room. “Mom, you can’t be serious.” My voice was accusing as I stared at her. “Hun, you know we’re constantly on the move. Your dad’s job keeps us moving all the time. I don’t like it as much as you do.-Hey! Watch that chair, it’s genuine leather and oak.- I’m sorry sweetie. Now go and start packing your room.” She switched from talking to me and yelling instructions. My scowl became more evident. “No. Ugh! I’m sick of this. I’m eighteen and I’m staying here.” I didn’t even have to finish before I knew my mom was getting ready for my statement. “Maybe we can work something out.” She looked tired as she spoke.
There had to be something wrong with her. Was she seriously agreeing to my argument? Was she brainwashed or something? Had aliens come in and decided they wanted to run tests on her and gave her brain damage? “Wait, are you serious?” My voice lost its cutting edge as I spoke. “Well, it’s no use fighting over it. You are eighteen. You have a car and insurance. Besides, it’d be good for you to get out on your own and stretch your wings.” She didn’t say it but I think she wanted me to fall on my face after they moved and go running back to her when I figured out reality sucked. Not happening.
I didn’t comment as I walked away. My mom shouted directions again. I wasn’t listening. Footsteps carried me up the marble staircase and down the hardwood hallway. A smile touched my lips. Picking up my pace I ran to the second set of stairs and up, running down the hallway once I reached the top. Literally sliding into my room I tore off my socks and threw them into the laundry chute. As I fell into the desk chair it slipped away from the desk, carrying me with it a foot or two. Rolling back to the desk I turned the monitor on and double clicked the internet icon. First things first: find an apartment. Secondly: call Brittany to tell her the news. Thirdly: figure out what my third task is. Not too hard. I can make it through this.
My search carried me all over California, regardless of the fact that I kept telling Google I wasn’t leaving Huntington Beach. Google sucks. I felt like throwing something at the screen. I thought about my mouse but figured that was a very bad idea. So I just turned off the monitor and picked up my phone. I had a text message. It was Brittany. And she was mad. Like really mad. ‘Omg Audrey! WTF?! You bailed out on me again. What’s wrong with you? Date or not I expect to see you at the movies at six.’ She’s so dramatic. I didn’t answer the text.
OOC//: I should be done with the small modifications. Just testing things here and there xD Sorry DJ
Name: Aubrey Schaffel
Nickname: Bree
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: August 28th, 1991
Grade:* Junior
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious, she’ll be willing to take first base but she’ll never go all the way.
The Appearance:
Height: 5’ 2 1/4”
Weight: 106lbs
Hair Color: Natural medium blonde, light brown highlights throughout.
Eye Color: Green Slate. Basically she has a ring of gray blue and green. Flecks of brown can be seen but not normally.
Constants: She always has to wear a ring with a heart cut blue topaz on her right hand. She can’t ever take it off. Well she can but she chooses not to for personal reasons.
Overall Appearance:
At first glance Aubrey seems tiny, dainty, almost fragile. It’s as if you could hug her and she would shatter. But underneath that fragile, girlish look she’s really as imposing as she wants to be. Standing at only 5’ 2 1/4” makes it a challenge though. What she lacks for in vertical she makes up for in facial features. High cheek bones accentuate her almond shaped slate green eyes, making them stand out against her sun kissed skin. Unblemished, on good days anyway, and unscarred as far as her face goes. A pair of full lips and a dainty nose completes the package.
Her natural medium blonde hair scales down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Usually pulled up, you’ll only see it down when she’s not around the barn. When it is down it frames her face, angling away in layers and coming to a natural cut on her back. Aubrey will normally have it up in a neat ponytail around the barn, and it’s never curled, not even artificially.
Her body isn’t perfect, not nearly so, but it is average and she’s happy with it. She keeps herself well maintained. The only thing she can’t satisfy is the craving for new skin. Yeah, it’s weird. Aubrey has a scar along her shoulder, over her collar bone to about the indent in her throat. It starts just a few inches below her shoulder on her back. When she wears a tank top you can see it perfectly. She’s not ashamed of it; she just prefers not to show it off like it was a trophy.
Aubrey has a wide range of clothes that she calls a closet. She’s not even sure how she fits everything in there considering its only three feet deep and about seven feet wide. But if you manage to actually look in there it’s filled with lace camisoles, jeans and shorts in every varied color of blue denim (maybe a pair of black denim if you’re lucky), and anything from soft green to black blouses. The shoes on the floor range just as large. Pumps, heeled boots, sandals, sneakers, heels that are the circumference of a pencil, and then you have her favorite pair of field boots. Synthetic leather that comes to the top of her calf, just below her knee, makes up the basis of the boot. They weren’t expensive, and she appreciates that. Aubrey loves those boots like they were her horse Scipio. Around the barn she can be found wearing her tan training jodhpurs, her field boots, and normally a white button up t-shirt. Sometimes, depending on the weather, she’ll be wearing her black hoodie as well. If it’s really bad she’ll be wearing the navy jacket with the fur lining. No worries, it’s faux.
Looks Like:Ashley Gellar
The Character:
Likes:
- Music. Headphones are constantly dangling from her neck when she’s on leisure time.
- Reading. She always has a book somewhere with her, whether it’s in her car or in her hand.
- Cross Country. Her biggest event.
- Jumping. Second biggest event, though sometimes she does prefer the Speed Rounds better than Cross Country.
- Clouds. Aubrey has a fascination with clouds, ever since she was a kid.
- Horror movies. She still gets scared but she finds that the fun part.
- Being independent. Don’t ever tell her she can’t do something without a valid reason.
- Scipio. Of course, this list isn’t in order of greatest to least because if it was Scipio would be on top.
- Researching bloodlines. Aubrey enjoys searching bloodlines within WFUSA (Westphalian/Westfalen For USA). She’d do it on the official website if they had one.
- Her parents. Surprisingly she has an extremely strong bond with her parents, mainly her father.
Dislikes:
- Being without Scipio
- Being bored/Sitting still
- Sitting in silence
- People who don’t treat her like an adult
- People who are to the extreme snobby
- Losing her cell phone. She’s a text-oholic
- Horse that are mistreated/worked to exhaustion. It almost makes her sick
- Drug users
- Alcoholics
- Chronic smokers/Chain smokers
Strengths:
- She’s extremely independent to the point where she’s headstrong, can be a bad thing at times
- She knows when and when not to say something, it keeps her out of trouble a lot
- Being able to forgive and forget on the small things
- Determination to do the best she can with Scipio on the course and in the ring no matter the challenge
- Knowing when she should back down and give in if she’s proven wrong
Weaknesses:
- Quiet, but not at all shy. Just quiet
- She tends to get engrossed with something and loses track of time
- Mistreated horses, she can’t stand seeing mistreated horses
- ‘Shop until you drop’, she lives by it, she breathes it, she does it.
- Headstrong, as above it can also be good
Skills:
- Intelligence
- Manipulative at times when she’s with her parents, not something she should be proud of
- Able to read a 300page book in less than a week
- Selective memory
- The ability to semi-understand facial expressions. She hasn’t really mastered it yet, but she’s getting there. Half the time she can be wrong. Half the time she is wrong.
Biggest Fear: Losing Scipio in any way, shape, or form.
Habits: Aubrey has a lot of habits that don’t do her much justice in personality.
- Reading too much to calm her nerves
- Biting her lip when she’s concentrating
- Getting overly defensive
- Jumping to conclusions and accusations
- Being unable to trust someone to the extent that she’d risk her life for them
Unique Traits:
- Quiet, but not anti-social or shy
- Her ability to be so forgiving
- Somehow she manages to just make a book appear out of thin air, though it’s really stuffed inside her purse
- Kind nature but a sharp tongue
- She always has her phone on her somewhere, usually its hip holster
Overall Personality:
Aubrey’s what you would call a kind soul. She’s sweet, angelic, the perfect child. But underneath that lies so much more. She’s quick witted, sharp tongued, and she has the intelligence to back herself up. Her sarcasm is unmatched, only by her own mother so far. But her ability to swing moods is a dangerous combination.
One moment she could be the happiest person alive, the next she’d be so overcome with grief that she withdraws into herself. Drama queen? Eh, not really. She’s just emotionally unstable at times. Normally, on an average day, she’s perfectly normal. Happy-go-lucky, ‘always looking on the bright side of things’ kind of girl. But it’s not just a measure of swing between happy and grief-stricken. She can swing from happy to hating the world. Or she can swing from confused and acting like a complete blonde to being a total ‘know it all.’
Extremely diligent listener. Aubrey’s the type of person that you can tell anything, and as long as it’s not life threatening, she’ll never repeat it. You could tell her that you hated her very being the next day, hell the next hour from telling her, and she’d never tell a soul a single word. She’s just not like that. People think she’s incapable of holding a grudge which is, in fact, partially true. Due to her forgiving nature she doesn’t hold grudges unless the person went to extremes to piss her off. Then she’ll gladly hold a grudge. It all comes from the fact that she always believes that no matter how hard you try to act bad, there will always be a bit of good inside you.
Quiet and reserved. Not shy. You can walk up to her and say hi, and she’d politely smile and respond in a heartbeat. But she’s not one to start a conversation either. Bree doesn’t avoid them. Rather she embraces them if the other person starts them. She doesn’t mind being confronted by complete strangers and letting them spark a conversation. Although, this doesn’t mean she trusts them either. See, Aubrey has trust issues. It’s just something she’s never gotten over and likely never will. It didn’t start from anything traumatic or tragic. It’s just who she is. She finds it extremely hard to trust anybody completely.
Let’s bottle it up. Emotional issues, yeah we’ll call them that. Aubrey would rather bottle up her anger, or release it verbally, than get into a physical fight. It’s not that she’s afraid she’d break something or hurt them, but she was never good at hitting anybody unless it was playful. She just can’t stand possibly hurting someone. Same with her sadness. She’d rather bottle it up than burden someone else with it as well. She usually bottles all negative energies and emotions but at times she’ll bottle her positive energies and emotions if the time and place demands it.
Lifestyle:
Hobbies:
- Reading
- Swimming
- Texting
- Riding Scipio
- Having a daily routine she sticks to, or everything gets out of control
Routines:
1. Wake up at five A.M every morning
2. Prepare herself for public viewing
3. Go to school at 6:30 A.M (weekdays)/Go to the barn to get Scipio ready (weekends)
4. Get out of school/Go through Scipio’s paces and training, usually about an hour long
5. Go to the barn/Run through a Cross Country course
6. Go through steps 3-5 for a weekend on weekdays after school
7. Bring Scipio in, cool her down, and replace her to the paddock
8. Finish homework and any projects
9. Feed Scipio at exactly 8 P.M every day and leave her to stall rest for day before shows or put her out to paddock on regular schedule
10. Go to dorm, set alarm clock, fall asleep
Pet Peeves: Aubrey has one pet peeve, and one pet peeve only. She has OCD. Anything out of order needs to be replaced.
Pets: Male, 4 yr old German Shepherd, Bishop; Female, seven month old Egyptian Mau kitten, Lumo. Female, 2 yr old Javanese Cat, Cimer (sim-mer). Female, 5 yr old Westphalian, Scipio.
Social Background: Rich, but not overly rich. Just average rich. Her dad isn’t a CEO, he’s just a Head Manager at a company. Making roughly $300,000 per year, though most of it has gone into Bree’s college funds, they lived a great lifestyle, but with moderation. Yes, they’re rich, but Aubrey was brought up in a family that knows money management. Budgets were set every month for shopping. Bree has never owned a credit card in her life, nor a debit card. She’s never seen anything in her hands over three hundred dollars, and that was strictly clothing and food money. Gas money was incorporated after she got a car. Which isn’t that extravagant either. Just a normal Pontiac. Nothing like a Jaguar or a Mercedes Benz. She’s never even sat in a Mercedes Benz. Limo, yes but it wasn’t stretched. They didn’t even live in a mansion. Just a normal, country side house.
Label:Prep
The Past:
Family:
- Father; Antone Petuli. Main income of money, business man, strict and yet lenient. He’s a loving character but he knows when to put his foot down.
- Mother; Cyril Petuli (Maiden: Miele). On and off with small time jobs. The parent who was willing to give her kids anything and everything in moderation. Stay at home mother now; she takes care of Aubrey’s fourteen year old brother.
- Brother; Mason Petuli. Young and restless, that saying pretty much says it all. Not into horses at all. He’d rather sit and play video games than even consider riding a horse.
Life-Changing Experiences: No, Aubrey has yet to find the person she wants to spend her life with, she’s never experienced death, and getting Scipio was life changing for her, well almost. Receiving Scipio gave Aubrey something to look forward to every day. Not that she was a depressed teenager, but now she had something living and breathing that she could pamper and spoil. But her car accident was the worst. Aubrey was the passenger in this situation. Her best friend, Michelle, was driving. It was the day before summer break after her sophomore, something everybody looked forward to. But that didn’t exactly go as planned when Michelle took a green light and a drunk driver took a red. The drunk hit the side door, just a few inches behind Aubrey, and pushed them through the intersection without stopping. Aubrey walked away with a scar and no memory, Michelle walked away with a few scratches and glass embedded in her left arm.
Overall History:
Aubrey’s history is relatively … bland actually. Born in August and always resenting it, Aubrey grew up in the same family she has now. When she was three her brother was born. School years came around and she really impressed her teachers, and her parents. Perfect grades, never getting a failing mark. She was definitely her father’s daughter. Aubrey never deviated from her schoolwork even when she hit high school, but on the other side of life she was out partying, getting drunk, and always managing to keep it from her parents. They never really would have suspected anything since she was their angel child. But let’s go back a few years to fill in the missing, actually unimportant, details.
At the age of twelve they got Bishop, a male German Shepherd. He was like her baby until he got too big. See, Aubrey wanted a small dog. Maybe a Chihuahua or a Pomeranian. So she got a Javanese cat when she was fifteen, named her Cimer. Her brother on the other hand took over her role as favorite person with Bishop. She didn’t mind, she was glad Bishop had found someone within the household that he knew would always be there. It’s not that Aubrey didn’t love Bishop; he just wasn’t her type of dog. And then they got Lumo seven months ago when she was only a baby. They had her pre-picked from a breeder before she was even born. That’s Cyril’s kitten. When she turned sixteen she got Scipio as a birthday gift from her dad.
Summer break was coming around her sophomore year and the accident happened. Bree spent three weeks in the hospital. It was an extremely short coma, but she lost memories because of it. She doesn’t consider this a curse, but not a blessing either. At times she wishes she had her memories, but then again she doesn’t. The scar is a reminder that something had happened, and she had been told it was a car accident. She still doesn’t remember full details.
After her recovery from the accident her parents figured it was time to try something new so they offered Chestnut Hill as a schooling option for the rest of her high school education. Aubrey jumped at the chance and bit down like a pit bull. Not only did this allow her to spend time with Scipio, more for that matter, but it also gave her showing options. Sure, she could always do 4-H or Open Shows but those had become less challenging for her.
The Future:
Aspirations: Make it to Grand Prix Stadium Jumping. One and only goal she really sticks too.
Future Job: To raise a prestigious Westphalian stud farm. Aubrey wants to be one of the best stud farms to offer public breeding to registered Westphalian mares in the US. Plus she just loves all the little foalies.
Classes:
- English 11 – Honors AP
- Macroeconomics – AP (Social Studies)
- Human Anatomy and Physiology (Science)
- Chemistry (Science)
- AP Statistics (Mathematics)
- Pre-Calculus Honors (Mathematics)
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- Phsycology
10 years from now...: Working to obtain her goal and happily married to whomever she decides is the right one. Possibly at most one kid by the age of 27.
Life Commitments:
- Her goal to own a Westphalian stud
- Never selling Scipio
- Take care of her future family to the best of her abilities
- Never deviate or wander from the paths she sets for herself
- Never give up
About You:
Your Name: Emo =D Of course … no not really. It’s Bethany xD
Your Age: 15
Your Contacts:
Email; sableparadise@aol.com
DeviantArt; Emotionals
MSN; gaitersntrotters@msn.com
Past Role Playing Example:*It’s not a role-play, but it is something I wrote in my free time*
The Beginning
“Audrey!”
I could hear my friend’s voice floating above the crowd as she called out to me. It was more of instinct than need to turn around and face her as she weaved over to me. School, a drag and yet an exciting area of which people produced drama every day up until summer.
“Hey, I called you like … five times but you never seemed to hear me. Here’s your Algebra book.” She pulled the book from the extremely small pile in her arms. Taking the book from her I added it to the stack I already was carrying. We weren’t allowed backpacks in school. They say it’s a threat to other students, something about possible gun threat. Personally, I think it’s stupid and it’s just another way for the school board to torture us.
“Sorry Brittany. I’ve just been really busy. Extra homework from my Honors’ classes and community service has been tearing me up.” I was dramatic as I said this. If I’m not she’ll lose interest in the subject quickly. “It’s alright. Did you need help with your homework?” As she spoke I could tell she was sincere about it, she usually is. “This coming from the girl who can’t keep anything above a C- to save her life.” I spoke as we turned into our seventh period classroom. Last period of the day, whoo.
Her laugh was sweet as we walked. Yeah, I was the smart one. The dork that got straight A’s and never missed a single page of homework. Brittany? Hot as hell and doesn’t care about school. As long as she passes enough she’s happy. Oh, and she’s always got someone new on her arm every other week. I’ve lost track of all the names. God forbid she’d keep a steady relationship for longer than a week or two. Her longest relationship ever was only a month, and that’s because he was the football star of the school. “So are we still on for this weekend? Or are you gonna bail out on me again and be all anti-social Audrey?” Her voice broke into my thoughts, but I didn’t mind. I smiled slightly. I was never an outgoing person. “I’ll be at the movies around six. I told my parents it started at six twenty and that they wouldn’t see me until around nine.” I listened as my voice trailed around the room quietly.
Taking our seats we quickly set everything into place, more of a stage than anything. The teacher loved me. Couldn’t see why. Sure, I was good in his class and always got A’s but I was never one to get the better side of adults. Brittany could play innocent and they’d instantly fall under her spell. That never really worked out for me though. I wasn’t pretty enough or I always seemed to be too truthful and honest, even if it was at someone else’s expense.
“Everybody turn to page fifty-seven!” Mr. Khoger’s voice caused everyone to shut up and sit down. It was apparent that he hated everyone, except Brittany or me. In the background I could hear Brittany whispering something and Mr. Khoger explaining whatever it was that was on the paper in front of me. I wasn’t paying attention. I never did in this class. This class was special. Why? Because he was in this class. He sat two rows up and one seat to my left. Him, the guy everybody wanted to date. Brittany hasn’t even managed to taint him yet. Not saying Brittany’s a horrible girlfriend but she tends to be a slut at times.
His name is Jase. Or, at least that’s what everyone calls him. Even the teachers call him Jase. His real name is Jasper Savino. Apparently it’s Italian. But he’s from Ireland. Which makes no sense. I could care less. I don’t need to know the origin of his last name. As long as I hear that voice every day I’d be happy. He’s got that deep and sexy Irish accent. And it’s thick. It’s not like he’s losing it any time soon, and I secretly hope he doesn’t. He does turn heads but he never dates. Nobody understands why. Some think he’s gay and hasn’t decided to reveal himself yet. Others think he doesn’t believe anybody here is good enough for him. I just think he hasn’t found somebody he can truly share himself with yet.
“Audrey!” Brittany’s voice lashes at my ears and I jump instantly, turning to face her. “What?” My voice shakes a bit, still slightly stunned by her outburst. Nobody else cares or even turns to look. The teacher ignores her. “Have you been listening to a word I just said?” Uh oh. Her voice is accusing. She hates it when I get caught up in my own little world and blocks her out. “Sorry Britt. I was thinking of something else.” I was quiet as I said this, drawing little hearts and butterflies in the margins of my paper. “Ugh! Audrey, I swear to God sometimes I think you do it just to piss me off.” Half of the statement Brittany just said was true. I do sort of get a kick out of her being pissed off.
Brittany gave up on me after I stopped commenting again, once again lost in my own world. As the bell rang I jumped up. Usually I wait for Brittany but I knew she’d call me later that night to talk so I left her in the classroom with her other friends. I didn’t even notice Jase walking for the door at the same time I was. I felt another body collide with mine. A jolt of electricity ran up my side and down my spine to my toes as I lost my breath, falling on my ass. Looking up I saw Jase. He was smiling down at me and I knew he was laughing on the inside. Heat flooded my cheeks and neck. I could feel the boiling blood burning behind my skin.
“Sorry.” I spoke as I stood up. Brushing myself off I reached for my books but he was doing the same. I went for another book instead and picked it up. “No problem Audrey. Just try and keep your balance next time.” His voice was silky smooth and it tingled on my skin. I felt like I couldn’t breathe until he cleared his voice, holding up my books he had picked up. I scrambled to take them, feeling like an idiot for stalling. Our hands brushed and the electricity started all over again. It ran through my fingertips to my shoulder, down my spine and back up again. Another blush tinted my cheeks and I had to look away as I grasped the books a little firmer and added them to the pile I was holding against my chest. Looking up I saw his smile. He was laughing at me again. Unable to stand the contact anymore I fled, sliding through the door and the crowd of people as swiftly as I could.
My locker was all the way at the end of the hallway, go figure. Usually I wait until everybody’s cleared out but today I couldn’t take being in the building anymore. I spun through my combination, barely watching the blur of numbers as I twisted the lock. Once my locker sprung open I shoved all my books inside and slammed it shut. I was lucky it was Thursday. We usually never get homework on Thursdays and Fridays unless there’s a project due the next week. This reminded me of the huge U.S Government/Economics report that was due next Wednesday. I’d finish it later.
Removing myself from the school building I pulled out the keys to my car, hitting the auto start button and the unlock button at the same time. As my car came to life people turned to look. Those of who were next to my car stepped away subconsciously. Sliding my hand over the black polished paint of the Dodge Viper Coupe I smiled softly. Oh how I loved this car. It wasn’t the fact that it went zero to sixty in less than four seconds. It wasn’t that it had over six-hundred pounds of horsepower underneath the hood. It wasn’t even the leather interior. No, it was mine. And that’s what makes it special.
Climbing into the seat I put the key into the ignition, turning it to keep the car running. A tap on my window made me turn. I could see Jase through the tint and my heartbeat raced. Letting the window slide down I looked up at him. “Did I forget a book?” I was surprised at the steadiness of my voice. His smile made my lips turn up slightly. Jase moved to lean on my window frame before he spoke “No, not at all. I was just curious about something.” His voice hinted at something that seemed to make him laugh a little. “And that would be?” I returned the tone in stride, falling into a comfortable state for the moment. He hesitated slightly. “… Are you free Saturday?” He didn’t try and hide it under his breath as he spoke. He didn’t even look away from my face. Gasps came from behind him as people started listening in. “Yeah, actually I am.” I gave it a flirtatious smile as I answered him.
Girls flitted from group to group, spreading the news. “Five o’clock. Meet me at Freedom’s Point.” His voice was so steady and confident. I thought my heart had burst through my ribcage as he started walking away. It took me a second or two to regain my composure. Pressing the auto close button for the window I looked into my lap and saw a small piece of paper. Letting go of the wheel I picked it up, flipping it open and smiling as I saw his number. I wouldn’t call him. Calling him would mean I was overly excited for Saturday. Dread filled me as I came back to myself, remembering Saturday was the same day as the night of the movies with Brittany. Oh she’d be so mad at me. Shaking it off, I tucked the paper into my pocket and revved the engine. Waiting for the line of cars to gape open so I could pull out I tried not to think about having to tell Brittany or if she’s already heard. Gossip spreads like wildfire here.
Easy Winnings
Now that was only one period and a few minutes after school. I’m Audrey Winlow. Blonde, shoulder-blade length hair. Dark blue eyes. About 5’ 4” and eighteen years old. Yeah, so what’s so special about me that Jase would ask me out? Nothing that’s visual. I live in Huntington Beach, California. Three story ‘house’. OK, so what if it has over fifteen rooms? It’s still a house.
My dad’s a government official, though I’m not sure what kind. He never tells us. Everybody made up this silly assumption that’s he’s CIA. That I would know, and he’s definitely not. My mom is a stay-at-home mother. She takes care of my twin younger sisters. I have no brothers which, I guess in a way, is cool. My older sister, she’s twenty-two, and her boyfriend Kevin, twenty-four. And then there is Cilia, our housekeeper. She helps my mom take care of the twins.
I have a pretty normal lifestyle. Nothing too fascinating. Unless you want to count the numerous trips my dad takes and my mother’s obsessive secrecy of his job. My older sister is never here, not really at least. She leaves at five in the morning and doesn’t get home until around two AM. Her boyfriend always leaves with her. All I really have is Cilia. She’s an awesome friend. I can tell her everything and she’ll never slip even a whisper of a word to anybody unless I ask her to. Oh, she’s French which is awesome too. Sometimes she’ll yell at me in French when I do something that she disapproves of. It’s really comical.
I wasn’t aware of the changes until I, tried, to pull into our driveway. Moving trucks filled it up so I was forced to pull to the curb instead. Stepping out of my car I stared at the trucks in a bit of anxiety, fear, and anger. Could we really be moving again? In total, I’ve been moved with my family to seven different states and eighteen different schools. I’ve moved eighteen times. I was growing sick of it. Sometimes we barely stayed for longer than a month before we were moving again.
Shoving my keys into my purse I slammed the car door shut and started for my front door. My footsteps were heavy, and I gave no care to the movers as they shifted around me while carrying heavy furniture and millions of dollars worth of vases and art décor. Making it to the door I pulled my shoes off and set my purse on the table next to the doorway. “Mom!” I could hear her giving instructions to movers still in the house. My voice was useless over the din of noise. Sighing I walked closer to her voice, jumping out of the way just as a couch was carried through the doorway.
Scowling I slipped past them and into the room. “Mom, you can’t be serious.” My voice was accusing as I stared at her. “Hun, you know we’re constantly on the move. Your dad’s job keeps us moving all the time. I don’t like it as much as you do.-Hey! Watch that chair, it’s genuine leather and oak.- I’m sorry sweetie. Now go and start packing your room.” She switched from talking to me and yelling instructions. My scowl became more evident. “No. Ugh! I’m sick of this. I’m eighteen and I’m staying here.” I didn’t even have to finish before I knew my mom was getting ready for my statement. “Maybe we can work something out.” She looked tired as she spoke.
There had to be something wrong with her. Was she seriously agreeing to my argument? Was she brainwashed or something? Had aliens come in and decided they wanted to run tests on her and gave her brain damage? “Wait, are you serious?” My voice lost its cutting edge as I spoke. “Well, it’s no use fighting over it. You are eighteen. You have a car and insurance. Besides, it’d be good for you to get out on your own and stretch your wings.” She didn’t say it but I think she wanted me to fall on my face after they moved and go running back to her when I figured out reality sucked. Not happening.
I didn’t comment as I walked away. My mom shouted directions again. I wasn’t listening. Footsteps carried me up the marble staircase and down the hardwood hallway. A smile touched my lips. Picking up my pace I ran to the second set of stairs and up, running down the hallway once I reached the top. Literally sliding into my room I tore off my socks and threw them into the laundry chute. As I fell into the desk chair it slipped away from the desk, carrying me with it a foot or two. Rolling back to the desk I turned the monitor on and double clicked the internet icon. First things first: find an apartment. Secondly: call Brittany to tell her the news. Thirdly: figure out what my third task is. Not too hard. I can make it through this.
My search carried me all over California, regardless of the fact that I kept telling Google I wasn’t leaving Huntington Beach. Google sucks. I felt like throwing something at the screen. I thought about my mouse but figured that was a very bad idea. So I just turned off the monitor and picked up my phone. I had a text message. It was Brittany. And she was mad. Like really mad. ‘Omg Audrey! WTF?! You bailed out on me again. What’s wrong with you? Date or not I expect to see you at the movies at six.’ She’s so dramatic. I didn’t answer the text.
OOC//: I should be done with the small modifications. Just testing things here and there xD Sorry DJ