Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 29, 2013 4:12:48 GMT
Bryn :xx: Kayden
Bryn
Hello, My name is Bryn Maree Thatcher , but everyone knows me as THE ORPHAN. I've lived for 17 years and I'm a Junior. I'm a member of the I'd rather die than play sports and of Writers United Club I have feelings for This is blank because I don't know yet who is my Ex boyfriend, but no one knows because I'm not popular. [ When I look at myself in the mirror, I always wonder if I see myself differently than others. When I do get looked at, I like to think they see a girl who is about 5'9", slim but curvy, marked with tan skin and a shining nose ring. But sometimes, I know they must see my flaws. Like the way my nose flips up at the end or how freckles dot my cheeks faintly. Or how one of my ears is constructed differently than the other, not too noticeably, but different. They have to see the way I'm a little too chubby in my hips and my thighs because 'tall girls should be stick thin'. But I'm not. My eyes are probably the only aspect of myself that I find pretty. They're blue, just like my Mom's used to be. I got her eyes, and my Dad's chin. My teeth are straight, thanks to two years of braces in middle school. And they're white, for the most part. But I rarely smile anyways, so it doesn't matter. I find myself usually wearing dark jeans and sweaters in the winter and nice shorts and tank tops in the summer. I've never ridden a skareboard in my life, but my aunt tells me she thinks I could be a skater. She tells me that my long wavy black hair and side bangs match the beanies I wear like I was meant for being a 'hipster'. I don't think that word describes me at all, I just like those types of clothes. I have one tattoo that no one knows about except my aunt. She knows me more than anyone and I love her for it. She let me get my Mother and Fathers names tattooed on both of my hip bones in swirling letters. It was the best way I could move on from them. I don't think I'm pretty, I kind of just blend in. I'm known around this town for being the Orphan, but I want to be so much more. But I can't change how I look. ] [I'm that kid that everyone avoids. I guess having both your parents die makes you a freak. I don't really think I'm that different; just a regular girl who misses her Mom and Dad, but still moves on through life. I was told my a guy I didn't even know last year that he thought I would grow up to be a depressed freak because of my past. It hurt, it did. No one knows who I really am; they don't care about my past or my personality. They just see me, hear that my parents are dead, and instantly think I'm a dark person or a cutter. And at one point, sure. It's hard to live a normal, a non hurting life, when people who surround you ostracize you and are scared of you. But I'm normal, or as normal as one can be after seeing their parents be killed. I like music and writing and am horrible at algebra. I like boys and watching football with my family on Thanksgiving. How much more 'normal' do I need to be just to even snag just one friend besides those in the Writers United Club? But I'd like to think I'm outgoing when I can just be, me. I can't remember the last time I laughed in front of a fellow student or had a good time. Not one person has offered to be my friend since my parents accident. And I guess I've accepted that that will never change.
I'd like to say I'm nice to everyone, when I get the chance. I always hold the door open for others and have good manners. No matter how many times people bump into me in the hallways like I'm nothing, I still keep my middle finger in place. Because I don't want to fit their stereotype for me. I want to be more than just the orphan. ]
Kayden
Hello, I'm Kayden Marton, but everyone knows me as Mr. School Spirit. I've lived for 18 years and I'm a Senior. I'm a member of the Rugby, Soccer, Football I have feelings for no one at the moment Look at the horizon – while you do that…look at the beautiful sky that was blistering with white clouds and teal blue; unnatural you say? I don’t think it is very unnatural. The teal sky lit the heavens up with the white clouds clearly making their markings upon the beautiful scope. But under that horizon is the dark brown mountains that are leeched with the smoky black clouds of the undergrounds – the forbidden clouds as one might say; the clouds that no one wants or cares to look at so they hang back to the dark and ominous peaks. Well, if that image is locked in your head then you might as well start to imagine the handsome and portentous male that goes by the name of Kayden. One could easily look at his face and see how chiseled and defined it might be. Some may describe his face as square-like , letting his chin come together in not a rounded fashion nor a pointed position, but simply coming together to make his look delineated. His high cheekbones outline the portraying features of his eyes – which we will get back to later – and allow his cheeks to carry an under shadow that gives his face that rugged and untamed look. His nose, well, is something that some people notice and then again some people do not notice. His nose is not one of a button-like craze but more rounded than pointed. It ties together his face with the help of his plush and delicate lips. The lips that carry the color of a washed out tulip and have the touch of softest fabric around. But to conclude his whole look would simply be that of his five-o’clock shadow. His hair shadow is a little more than just normal – meaning just a little longer. It goes from his noticeable sideburns to down to his chin and back around to his other sided burns – which in addition mean he has a slight shadow of a mustache. Even if you think this won’t look good – trust me, he is a handsome fellow. His eyes, which were lightly mentioned clearly to your surprise, are the color of the heavenly teal. A teal that was so blistering azure and light that it was fully complementary against his dark looks. The teal is hued with its helper of silver, which only comes out in direct sunlight. To tell you about his eyes would simply refer back to the image I expressed earlier – a teal horizon. I forgot his hair, now did i? Well, his hair is dark brown, yes like the mountains in the reflection. His hair falls on his forehead in a tussled style. No, his hair isn’t one to be flatten to his hair in a straighten manner, but rather let loose upon his head like a messy but ideal mop. When it comes to the color – it’s not just a dark brown that you think of, it’s like a black color that was painted over with brown to come out to be his color. The color of the mountains with the forbidden clouds floating around it – perfection at its finest when describing this male figure. Enough about anything on his head – let’s get to his body. He is a tall and daunting male; let’s get that out of the way okay. He stands at the height of 6’2. His muscles are large and wrapping his whole body – which includes that of his arms, torso and his legs. His arms extend from a perfect torso and they head with large hands. Each finger is ended with rounded nails. Back to his torso, well he has a flat stomach that is then wrapped with abs – faultless abs, to be exact. His legs are the longest part on his body, naturally, but his thighs are nothing but stone. The muscle is them are one of the hardest things one could feel – which doesn’t seem possible on him, but then again there it was. His calves are a bit smaller but still pack a powerful amount of strength. Okay, enough – enough. If you want to observe his body anymore, you can do it on your own terms. Well, that is the baffling and attractive male, Kayden. With a fun loving and very "high school" exterior, this guy is actually quite driven. He knows what he wants and he knows what he wants to be successful in- this also means he doesn't care for many things as well. Sometimes his drive can be off-putting to people, such as when he really gets into the games. School is his number one hobby. With all his sports, it seems that he never leaves. It's always on his mind and always a cause for stress. He tries really hard, but sometimes it doesn't seem like he has everything together- especially when it comes to grades. Intelligence is not his downfall, but he doesn't try- since it isn't in his interest. Now, obliviousness would be considered his downfall. Especially when it comes to girls and other people's emotions. His jokes can go a little too far sometimes- but most of the times he good at making friends with people he likes.Bryn
Hello, My name is Bryn Maree Thatcher , but everyone knows me as THE ORPHAN. I've lived for 17 years and I'm a Junior. I'm a member of the I'd rather die than play sports and of Writers United Club I have feelings for This is blank because I don't know yet who is my Ex boyfriend, but no one knows because I'm not popular. [ When I look at myself in the mirror, I always wonder if I see myself differently than others. When I do get looked at, I like to think they see a girl who is about 5'9", slim but curvy, marked with tan skin and a shining nose ring. But sometimes, I know they must see my flaws. Like the way my nose flips up at the end or how freckles dot my cheeks faintly. Or how one of my ears is constructed differently than the other, not too noticeably, but different. They have to see the way I'm a little too chubby in my hips and my thighs because 'tall girls should be stick thin'. But I'm not. My eyes are probably the only aspect of myself that I find pretty. They're blue, just like my Mom's used to be. I got her eyes, and my Dad's chin. My teeth are straight, thanks to two years of braces in middle school. And they're white, for the most part. But I rarely smile anyways, so it doesn't matter. I find myself usually wearing dark jeans and sweaters in the winter and nice shorts and tank tops in the summer. I've never ridden a skareboard in my life, but my aunt tells me she thinks I could be a skater. She tells me that my long wavy black hair and side bangs match the beanies I wear like I was meant for being a 'hipster'. I don't think that word describes me at all, I just like those types of clothes. I have one tattoo that no one knows about except my aunt. She knows me more than anyone and I love her for it. She let me get my Mother and Fathers names tattooed on both of my hip bones in swirling letters. It was the best way I could move on from them. I don't think I'm pretty, I kind of just blend in. I'm known around this town for being the Orphan, but I want to be so much more. But I can't change how I look. ] [I'm that kid that everyone avoids. I guess having both your parents die makes you a freak. I don't really think I'm that different; just a regular girl who misses her Mom and Dad, but still moves on through life. I was told my a guy I didn't even know last year that he thought I would grow up to be a depressed freak because of my past. It hurt, it did. No one knows who I really am; they don't care about my past or my personality. They just see me, hear that my parents are dead, and instantly think I'm a dark person or a cutter. And at one point, sure. It's hard to live a normal, a non hurting life, when people who surround you ostracize you and are scared of you. But I'm normal, or as normal as one can be after seeing their parents be killed. I like music and writing and am horrible at algebra. I like boys and watching football with my family on Thanksgiving. How much more 'normal' do I need to be just to even snag just one friend besides those in the Writers United Club? But I'd like to think I'm outgoing when I can just be, me. I can't remember the last time I laughed in front of a fellow student or had a good time. Not one person has offered to be my friend since my parents accident. And I guess I've accepted that that will never change.
I'd like to say I'm nice to everyone, when I get the chance. I always hold the door open for others and have good manners. No matter how many times people bump into me in the hallways like I'm nothing, I still keep my middle finger in place. Because I don't want to fit their stereotype for me. I want to be more than just the orphan. ]
ｉ'ｍ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｏｂｓｅｓｓｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｆｒｅｅ！ 
