Post by MELANIE ERIN AUSTIN on Nov 18, 2010 8:59:50 GMT -5
melanie erin austin
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likes; - little kid shows, like the powerpuff girls and arthur. it's her guilty pleasure. - playing guitar, although she plays horribly. - texting. her thumbs were made for it. - chocolate milk. but never give it to her, or she will have a sugar rush. - being around friends. she trusts her friends with her life.
dislikes; - girls. there are only two girls that are her friends, and she prefers guys a lot better. - big noses. she always thinks that if they sneeze, she'll get snot on her. - holding hands. since she cuts, she has a fear of someone finding out. and holding hands just scares her. - life. she really wishes she was dead.
personality; melanie, or mel as she prefers to be called, is probably the most immature junior you'll ever meet. she was held back in seventh grade, so she's older than all the other silly juniors. she hates freshman. she's a ginger, and she's not afraid to admit it. she constantly laugh at stupid ginger jokes. in her free time, she tries to play acoustic guitar and sing. she fails at both. as a friend, you can trust mel with your life. she'll never let you down. she would run down a busy highway to make sure you were okay. she has before, and almost got run over and shot. she regrets that time. but behind ever smile, she hides her depression. her history was... unfortunate, in a way. she's afraid to tell anyone about her depression. she cuts very often. and to hide the scars and blood, she wears multiple bracelets and hoodies. she has a fear of hand-holding, and getting too close to someone. her biggest fear, though, is someone finding out about her cutting habits. she never gets too close to anyone. you might think you know her, but if you really think about it, she's just a shadow on the sidewalk. mel likes to play guitar, talk on the phone, and watching little kid shows, such as the poweruff girls and arthur. she dislikes bitches, jell-o, posers, and people with big noses (she thinks that when they sneeze, she'll get boogers on her). that's about it. it's easy to get on mel's bad side, but it's also easy to get on her good side. she's allergic to jell-o and pepperoni. yes, mel is a very odd child, if you haven't noticed. she often meows randomly and she's very sarcastic. don't let her drink chocolate milk, or else she will have a sugar rush and probably eat your soul. in conclusion, mel is a total dork and you probably shouldn't be friends with her unless you want to deal with stupid drama and tears. wait, no. you should be friends with her. because in mel's opinion, she. is. awesome.
history; april 21 | 1996 - eva austin and cole austin were rushing to the hospital. the speed was almost fourty miles per hour over the limit, but eva was in labor and in pain. she was screaming in the backseat. out of no where, it seemed like a brick wall jumped in front of them. the screaming stopped. the car was eliminated. cole's face was buried into the air bag. he pushed it away and looked back. eva was bleeding and a baby was on the floor, face down. cole picked up the child and took a pair of scissors to cut the umbilical chord. luckily, cole was a doctor, so he safely cut the chord. the baby was small, and had cut mark from class on its back. cole began to cry. "melanie," he stated, talking to the baby. "please live..."
january 1 | 2008 - suitcases were stacked on the floor. cole came into the living room, where melanie and her adopted brother, parker, were playing. parker was only a year younger, but he was taller. they were playing a racing game on the xbox, and they didn't notice cole stumbling in drunkly. a bear bottle hit the tv and broke the class. parker began to scream, and turned to look at cole. cole held out a gun to parker's forehead. "melanie," cole stuttered hoarsely. mel looked up at her father with clouded eyes. "help me take the suitcases to the car." mel nodded slowly and scrambled up. she jogged into the living room and put the seven suitcases into the car. she walked back into the living room and met eyes with cole. cole put the gun in his pocket, stumbled out the door, and into the car. the engine turned on, and the car drove away. the neighbor walked into the house with shock on his face. she embraced melanie and parker, and after all that, mrs. dawn was now their mother.
february 26 | 2009 - mel took the knife from the drawer and held it to hr wrist. tears clouded her eyes and her face was determined. her hand swiped, and a red line of blood appeared on her wrist. '"fuck life," she murmured, cutting again. "fuck fuck fuck..."
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