Post by noelle brown on Apr 18, 2011 22:52:45 GMT -5
NOELLE JAY BROWN
For those who don't know me,
I can get a bit crazy
For those who don't know me,
I can get a bit crazy
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TAKING SWEET
TIME SAYING
OUR GOODBYES, ONE MINUTE MORE
TIME SAYING
OUR GOODBYES, ONE MINUTE MORE
GENDER: Female
AGE: Seventeen
BIRTH DATE: November 23rd
SEXUALITY: Straight
ETHNICITY: White
PLAY BY: Miley Cyrus
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blueish-greenish
HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: one hundred-fifty lbs
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Ears piecered
DESIRED CITIZEN OF: Los Angeles
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FEW SCENES FROM MY LIFE
OR MOMENTS MEAN MORE TO ME
OR MOMENTS MEAN MORE TO ME
-Boys
-Animals
-Chocolate
-Shopping
-Purses
-Music
-Her family
-Candy
-Singing
-Summer (the season)
DISLIKES:
-Mis-treated animals
-Back-stabbers
-Cheaters
-Bullies
-People who don't use their blinkers
-Deep water
-Swearing
-Blood
-Bees
-Clowns
STRENGTHS:
-Horse back riding
-Singing
-Song-writing
WEAKNESSES:
-Boys
-Animals
-Chocolate
PERSONALITY:
-Free spirit
-Daddy's girl
-Protective of her little sister
-Determined
-Sweet
-Bubbly
-Creative
-Animal lover
-Child-ish
-Easily tempered
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TWO, TWELVE, NINETY-NINE
AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
Lynn Rose Brown, 49
FATHER:
Charles (Chatlie) Ray Brown, 50
SIBLINGS:
Peyton Madison Brown, eight, sister
Clayton Steven Brown, nineteen, brother
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: N/A
ORIGIN: Born in Franklin (which was outside of Nashville), Tennessee. Moved to California when she was sixteen.
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PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME
WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE
WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE
AGE: Twenty
EXPERIENCE: A few years
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
WRITING SAMPLE:
Caitlyn frowned as she heard her mother cry: again. Ever since they got divorced, Becky Graham cried every day and every night. Caitlyn always told her mother why they moved was that so she and Caitlyn could forget about Mr. Graham. "I'm going to the park, Mom! Be back later!" Caitlyn called upstairs. All she got back was the sound of silence. She sighed, and threw her back-pack over her shoulder. She left her skate-board behind, and opted to walk to the park instead.
As she was walking, she thought about her father, and how much she hated him for what he did to her mother. He probably has another family, and doesn't care about us anymore. Caitlyn thought. The last time she saw him was the summer of junior year. But, she knew that wasn't true. Mr. Graham always wrote Caitlyn letters, and sent her gifts, but nothing for Mrs. Graham. Caitlyn ripped the letters up, and hid the gifts so Mrs. Graham doesn't see them. One of the gifts she did keep though the skate-board she currently owned.
Entering the park, she sought out the swings. She smiled, and with the skate-board tucked under her arm, she ran over there. She sat her back-pack down on the ground, and her skate-board. Caitlyn got on a swing, and started to swing.
As she was walking, she thought about her father, and how much she hated him for what he did to her mother. He probably has another family, and doesn't care about us anymore. Caitlyn thought. The last time she saw him was the summer of junior year. But, she knew that wasn't true. Mr. Graham always wrote Caitlyn letters, and sent her gifts, but nothing for Mrs. Graham. Caitlyn ripped the letters up, and hid the gifts so Mrs. Graham doesn't see them. One of the gifts she did keep though the skate-board she currently owned.
Entering the park, she sought out the swings. She smiled, and with the skate-board tucked under her arm, she ran over there. She sat her back-pack down on the ground, and her skate-board. Caitlyn got on a swing, and started to swing.
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application template credit to samantha rae of caution 2.0. lyrics credit to the starting line. please don't steal!
