Post by adrianna mae trently on Jun 12, 2012 19:46:24 GMT -5
adrianna mae trently
TWENTY ● FEMALE ● LOCAL ● DOWNTOWN ● VALERIE (LIGHTS) POXLEITNER ● WALMART CASHIER
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[/td][td]Personality:
Likes: being called Adri, lizards, music, people, loves to love, writing, piercings, being friendly, the thrift store, boys, girls, california, being broke, DJing, parties, tattoos, different people, culture, underwear, granola, new zealand, bright lights (despite being epileptic)
Dislikes: being tied down, expectations, not being given a chance, arguing with people, being put down, bible thumpers, soda, not knowing things, couch surfing, not having her own place, not having a job, people touching her things, misplacing her journal
Exit Exam Essay about previous years:
I hate all these stupid assholes at this school, and if you knew me at all you'd know that's the first thing I think upon entering the campus, a room, even the wash room. My name's Adrianna Mae Trently, but calling me Adri will suffice. I'm seventeen years old (but I'll be eighteen tomorrow!), I live in Auckland, New Zealand, and I hate my school. Before I started here at Beachshore, I begged my parents to send me to the less reputable, undistinguished school just a half hour away because they had a better music program and the kids were more diverse. If it were you, how proud would you be that your daughter wanted to immerse herself with others to understand cultural and societal differences? Well, not my parents. The first words out of my father's mouth were "Didn't we tell you to stop smoking marijuana?" For the record, I was sober. The first words out of my mom's mouth was "How will your brother protect you?" Everyone knows my brother. Adrian Trently, the boy who was attacked and kidnapped when he was smaller, my parents paid a lump sum of money, they said he already died but he somehow came back to us? Yeah, that's him. And everyone is just so in awe of him, proud that he didn't let it get to him and got into lacrosse and now plays professional lacrosse? Yeah, well it's a whole bunch of bull shit. My brother's a lying piece of shit, who's molested me until I was fifteen and not because my parents found because they knew; it was because I finally as able to fight back. Anyway. Let's get back to the point. So I came to this school with an automatic hate. And despite my better judgement, I created a false hope of believing something, someone, anything, anyone would prove me wrong and I would find it in my heart to love the school. Of course, nothing proved me right. I still hate you all. This is exit exam is such a waste of time; my grades are beautiful. Nothing less for the perfect daughter of a perfect, wealthy family, right? Too bad I don't give two shits, I leave tonight headed for the one place I might have a chance.
Text Messages:
mom, two hours ago
we need you to come back home.
adrian, twenty minutes ago
why aren't you back yet? dad's real sick, adri. you pissin' away in america isn't helping.
adrian, fifteen minutes ago
whatever, adri. don't fucking come back then.
Personal Notebook:
waste her time
don't leave it up to her
don't tell her where you are
don't make her fall in love
for fear of pushing it too far
use, use, use her up
but don't complain
baby, just waste her time
don't leave it up to me
don't tell me where you are
don't make me fall in love,
for the fear that he won't care.
use, use, use me up.
waste her time,
but don't make me fall in love.
on my own
what's the use
in being scared, scarred, and broken?
aren't we all floating,
searching for something stolen?
it's okay, but no.
i'm in a strange place
that i've always known.
daddy, i'm not coming home.
stars
you were my star,
swore i'd never let you go
but baby, where do we go?
can't get you to stop crying
can't get him to stop lying.
unattainable, how'd you get so far?
hearts of gold, hearts of stars,
have you ever looked so beautiful?
these stars fall down over you,
and there's nothing to say now.
you're my black hole.
[/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]Likes: being called Adri, lizards, music, people, loves to love, writing, piercings, being friendly, the thrift store, boys, girls, california, being broke, DJing, parties, tattoos, different people, culture, underwear, granola, new zealand, bright lights (despite being epileptic)
Dislikes: being tied down, expectations, not being given a chance, arguing with people, being put down, bible thumpers, soda, not knowing things, couch surfing, not having her own place, not having a job, people touching her things, misplacing her journal
Exit Exam Essay about previous years:
I hate all these stupid assholes at this school, and if you knew me at all you'd know that's the first thing I think upon entering the campus, a room, even the wash room. My name's Adrianna Mae Trently, but calling me Adri will suffice. I'm seventeen years old (but I'll be eighteen tomorrow!), I live in Auckland, New Zealand, and I hate my school. Before I started here at Beachshore, I begged my parents to send me to the less reputable, undistinguished school just a half hour away because they had a better music program and the kids were more diverse. If it were you, how proud would you be that your daughter wanted to immerse herself with others to understand cultural and societal differences? Well, not my parents. The first words out of my father's mouth were "Didn't we tell you to stop smoking marijuana?" For the record, I was sober. The first words out of my mom's mouth was "How will your brother protect you?" Everyone knows my brother. Adrian Trently, the boy who was attacked and kidnapped when he was smaller, my parents paid a lump sum of money, they said he already died but he somehow came back to us? Yeah, that's him. And everyone is just so in awe of him, proud that he didn't let it get to him and got into lacrosse and now plays professional lacrosse? Yeah, well it's a whole bunch of bull shit. My brother's a lying piece of shit, who's molested me until I was fifteen and not because my parents found because they knew; it was because I finally as able to fight back. Anyway. Let's get back to the point. So I came to this school with an automatic hate. And despite my better judgement, I created a false hope of believing something, someone, anything, anyone would prove me wrong and I would find it in my heart to love the school. Of course, nothing proved me right. I still hate you all. This is exit exam is such a waste of time; my grades are beautiful. Nothing less for the perfect daughter of a perfect, wealthy family, right? Too bad I don't give two shits, I leave tonight headed for the one place I might have a chance.
Text Messages:
mom, two hours ago
we need you to come back home.
adrian, twenty minutes ago
why aren't you back yet? dad's real sick, adri. you pissin' away in america isn't helping.
adrian, fifteen minutes ago
whatever, adri. don't fucking come back then.
Personal Notebook:
waste her time
don't leave it up to her
don't tell her where you are
don't make her fall in love
for fear of pushing it too far
use, use, use her up
but don't complain
baby, just waste her time
don't leave it up to me
don't tell me where you are
don't make me fall in love,
for the fear that he won't care.
use, use, use me up.
waste her time,
but don't make me fall in love.
on my own
what's the use
in being scared, scarred, and broken?
aren't we all floating,
searching for something stolen?
it's okay, but no.
i'm in a strange place
that i've always known.
daddy, i'm not coming home.
stars
you were my star,
swore i'd never let you go
but baby, where do we go?
can't get you to stop crying
can't get him to stop lying.
unattainable, how'd you get so far?
hearts of gold, hearts of stars,
have you ever looked so beautiful?
these stars fall down over you,
and there's nothing to say now.
you're my black hole.
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