They Call Me: Di, mum’ll call me Rosie...So don't EVER call me Rosie.
Birthdays are sacred, mine is:19/06/1993
Apparantly I’m:17
My Totem:Otter of Healing
What I’m known as:The ‘Emo’
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Music (Guitar and singing) and Reading
• Being by myself or with my best friend
• Sunny days OR very slight drizzle
• The smell of fresh grass
• Cats

I’ve always Despised:

• Bullies
• Home
• Blood
• Myself at times
• Cheats

The Truth of me:Well, I kinda have two sides. One is rarely seen. That’s when I’m with the people I actually trust, and since that number can be counted on one hand, not many see this side to me. I can be quite bright and cheerful, I like to look at the positive side of life and I may be just that little bit hyper. However, when at home, or with people I don’t know or like, I’m pretty different. I’m much quieter and quite introverted. I have been hurt in the past by people who most would feel safe to be with (their equivalents of anyway) so I don’t trust easily. In fact, I’d rather hurt others then give them the chance to hurt me. This will generally be done with a spiteful word or two. I like being by myself, it lets me feel peaceful which is something I rarely feel. However, I hate being at home. When I’m at home it brings back memories I’d rather leave forgotten and I start to hate myself. I start to feel disgusting and all I want to do is run as far and fast as I can. It’s why I cling onto the few friends that I have, they are very important to me and I will protect them if need be. They don’t deserve any form of pain. Also, most of the time I’m fairly laid back, I don’t like rushing things.

Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this:Well, I was born as the youngest of three kids. I don’t have any younger siblings so I was the last kid my parents had. Good thing too, they aren’t exactly good parents anyway. Dad is a workaholic, he’s always out at the company, dealing with important business and stuff. Boring things really, I never learnt what he does for a living. Mum is an alcoholic, getting her drink from the money dad and my brother earns. She and I don’t get along very well. I guess that’s cause when I was six she smashed a glass bottle against the side of my head in a drunken rage. Yeah, I know, pretty major right? I woke up in the night really thirsty so went downstairs for a drink of water. She was there in the kitchen gulping down wine straight from the bottle. When she saw me she just got so unbearably angry for some reason. I tried to back out of the room but she grabbed my shoulder then hit me with the bottle. I’ve got a scar on the side of my head that’s thankfully covered by my hair from it. My older brothers called the hospital and covered for the incident, saying it was an accident, my fault not mum’s. As you can probably guess I’m not particularly close to them either.

Since the incident I gained this pretty huge fear of blood, I can’t stand it, it makes me feel sick. I started to avoid my mum as often as I could, preferring to stay in my room whenever I was actually home. No one cared, they didn’t bother me and I grew to quite like those times of peace in my room with our cat Bazil, the only member of my family I actually like. I think the next thing that happened was when I was twelve. Being generally ignored by your family tends to make one fairly introverted and not comfortable in crowds, but I had to put up with it in a big family ‘Christmas Celebration’. Mum and Dad had divorced by now, me and my brothers living with dad. Mum was invited to the celebration and she brought along her new boyfriend. I didn’t like him, he had that kind of sleazy look about him y’know? The kind that makes you shudder when you look at him. I was able to avoid them for most of the night, until just about all the adults had gotten at least mildly drunk. My brothers had already escaped to their friend’s houses so I was the only kid there. I went up to my room, wanting to go to bed when I heard someone enter my room. Turning round, I saw it was my mum’s boyfriend. I’m not gonna go into much detail about it. He raped me, end of. He cheated me out of the childhood I should still have had and I still have trouble feeling clean even now. On bad days, it feels like you’re covered with dirt from the inside out, and no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of it, even if you try to cut the dirt out. I’ve tried a few times, the scars are hidden by most shirts thankfully, and I always wear a hoodie of some sort too to hide them. Mum broke up with the guy about two years ago and for some reason she and dad got back together, she lives with us but ignores me, which I guess is a good thing really.

So yeah, only two major things have happened to me that are ‘bad’. My life is fairly quiet other than that. I get by in school with decent grades, though I excel in music! I do get bullied because of my appearance and because rumours have spread about my ‘scars’, but I’ve learnt to ignore them now. Doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. Cause of my home life, I quite enjoy being at school. Despite the people who bully me for being an ‘Emo’, I’d rather be there then at home. Besides, I have my friend, he’s known as The Teacher’s Pet. I guess we became friends because we’re both ‘social rejects’ or something, not that I mind, he’s a good guy and it’s easier to forget about the past when I’m with him. I’m a lot happier at school, a lot more myself. So no, while I dress Emo and while I may hate myself when I’m at home, anywhere else I most certainly am not Emo, in fact, I can be pretty bubbly if I tried!

They Call Me: Rue, Ruru (only my best friend is allowed to call me this, even when I hate it)
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 08/01/1993
Apparently I’m: 17
My Totem: The Wolf of Truth
What I’m known as: The Secret Keeper
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Keeping things to myself
• Being accepted
• Writing (and lots of it)
• Listening
• Music/MP3 player

I’ve always Despised:

• Being rejected
• Talking too much and people who do it
• Lying (even if I do it a lot)
• Heat/Hot weather
• Showing the "real" me

The Truth of me: If there is one thing in this world I have to despise, it would be myself. I'm a hypocrite, a coward who hides behind a porcelain mask. I've lied and faked my way to the top, but luckily I haven't been caught. People think they know me, I'm just the girl who smiles and listens to them. I'm like their personal councilor. I let them believe it... It's the only thing I can do. I also tend to keep things to myself, but if anyone needs me, I let them speak. Probably that's why people label me as the "Secret Keeper". I actually know a lot of secrets, but I don't tell. Like I said, I don't like to talk much, so I don't gossip. Actually, I hate gossip. It's just asking to cause drama. I also hide behind my music as well. It drowns away the talking I sometimes have to be near. I love listening to Asian music, even if no one else understands it. But lastly, I want to escape and hide away from my past. No one knows of this sin I've committed, neither does my best friend (I'm deathly afraid to tell him...) and I refuse to remember. I don't dwell on this past nor my secret, so I continue forward... Hoping that one of these days, my past leaves me.

Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: To think I used to be such a happy girl; living in this fairytale dream of a family. My dad was adopted when he was young, thus the reason of my last name; however, we're all full Taiwanese descent. I'm not the youngest, nor am I the oldest of my siblings... I'm smack dab in the middle. I have an older brother, whom I called my hero. He was my protector when my dad wasn't around. He was like a second father to me. And there was my younger sister... An adorable child who I loved deeply. The baby of the family, the little girl who you'd just want to hug to death. She was always smiling and she always gave us hope for a bright day. It was always the three of us. My parents were both doctors, so they were always gone. Not like we mind, we still loved them and we always had each other if we needed anything. These were the happier times. These were the times I've yearned to return to...

That was until I reached my freshmen year, my brother was going into his Junior year in high school and my little sister was just starting her second grade. Behind our backs, my brother got until lots of trouble. He started getting into drugs, all the drinking and all these multiple girlfriends. He was starting to scare me... He was always moody, it was like I didn't know him anymore. So, as expected, the family was drifting apart and my little sister and I were the only ones who kept close to one another. This went along for a few years, until summer break before my Junior year. My brother, sister and I were home alone... My brother was trying to do some homework (for once since he changed) and my sister was watching TV. I was getting ready to prepare our dinner and out of nowhere, the front door busted open and a this person... With a gun suddenly appeared. He actually began to open fire, narrowly missing my sister if my brother didn't dove after her. She started screaming and crying, while I hid in the kitchen. While my brother begged and plead for his life, I jumped out with my dad's gun. I had surprised the guy and he shot my brother... And out of instinct, I returned fire and killed him...

My brother had luckily survived and I only got charged for manslaughter and self defense. But since that night... It's never been the same, so my family decided to move once my brother had recovered from his injury. And so here I am now... I made a few close friends, my best being this weird boy, but I love him still. And this is my life now... And I can only pray that one day, that night will go away forever.

They Call Me: Fred, Freddie
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 08/06/1993
Apparantly I’m: 17
My Totem: Eagle of Wisdom
What I’m known as: The Class Clown
I’ve Grown to Love:

• A good joke
• Music
• Friends
• Pranks
• Movies

I’ve always Despised:

• Schoolwork
• Being yelled at
• My parents
• Fake people
• Downers

The Truth of me: There is no real meaning to schoolwork (and life). I mean all that it's preparing us for is the jump from one school to another. We aren't getting prepped up for life? So why bother with it in the first place? I'm certainly not going to. Okay, I will admit that I'm not the smartest kid in the class, but that's only in book smarts. I like to think of myself as somewhat proficient in other aspects like life skills and of course, being a comedian. I make jokes, insults, witty observations, and the like (I hope to be a comedian in the future) be it inside or outside the classroom and hell, people either like me or they don't for causing distractions (not that I give a crap). I like the way that I spend my dwindling days of life and even if my mom berates me for it, I still do so. When I'm not joking, I'm a laid back kid who's willing to sacrifice my grade for some fun time and party hard away the days and nights. Why should I live the life that someone else planned out for me as opposed to my own? Both end in my death so I should live the one that's the most fun.
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: Screw destiny. Forget fate and to hell with following in my father's footsteps. Yes, I know what you're wondering: why so serious (pardon the reference to the Joker)? Well it all started with the death of my father. He was with my mother and me until I was the tender age of well...ten. He was a surgeon who was able to leave us with a good amount of money before he died so we were able to pay for his funeral and for a while, my mom didn't have to get a better paying job than the one she already had, which was being a stay at home mom.

But unlike me, she never burst out of her rut and instead, she let the money in her savings account dwindle until we were broke. Still, she was broken and couldn't do a damn thing so I took over. I got a job and sacrificed my social life for it. Granted the money made wasn't much, but I was helping us just a little bit. My mom slowly became closer to me though (no not like that ew) in the sense that she started to see me as my father rather than who I really was.

She kept going on and on about how I should be a surgeon and how I was "destined" to follow in my father's footsteps. She even beat me when I told her that I didn't want to be anything in the medical field! But I bet you're also asking: if you had such a shitty life how did you end up becoming such a joker? Well dear reader/interviewer I simply tried to turn my tragedy into humor and well, take the "fun" path in life. I knew that I would never be smart enough to be a doctor or a surgeon, but I also knew that my mom would never stop trying to make me be one so I settled with being book dumb and just being the funny guy instead. If I'm the funny guy I can also take the funny "path" in life (not that there is a path) and I can laugh off the sadness in my life.

They Call Me:Vic. but my mom calls me Judy..
Birthdays are sacred, mine is:13/3/1994
Apparantly I’m:16
My Totem:The Horse of Freedom
What I’m known as:Little Miss Perfect
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Life!
• Family and Friends!
• Dancing!
• Singing!
• The Little Things!

I’ve always Despised:

• Scary creepy stuff..
• That gross feeling after a loosing game, you know you're all sweaty dirty and defeated.. just sucks!
• Liars!
• Perverts!
• When things don't work out as planned..

The Truth of me:Hey, I'm Vic! I'm pretty fun loving, outgoing, and happily- easily entertained! I'm well rounded in schools and I'm highly involved in my community- I love to help people and.. I love to win! It can get pretty stressful with all the projects I have going on.. musicals- dance and choir, sports and community service, all the work my advanced classes give me.. it is a lot.. but I rather be productive than bored! My parents help keep me motivated, goal-oriented with my sights set on the future.. I know it's good for me- I really do enjoy it.. It's just sometimes it can be a little much? I.. just never get a break. Always in the spotlight- my smiles on- I am the role model. I accept this responsibility.. things could always be worse. Right?
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this:I'm the single child of a dentist(my mother) and a lawyer(my father). I grew up in the city of Chicago.. Go Bears!! So, it's natural for me to be a little stand-offish and defensive but the more comfortable I get, the better! I've had everything I've ever wanted. Every boy of my heart's desire- every dress my eyes have twinkled for- even every place I'd like to visit, I've gone! Visiting my grand parents(Owners of the Kendall Spa & Resort) in the Bahamas every summer is always a blast..My family is always traveling- seeing relatives and enjoying business trips.. Vacations aren't really vacations because we always go on them, so I call them trips. It's fun, I even get to bring some girl friends sometimes. But, I really live in the shadow of my parents.. at the same time it can be pretty awesome partying with my jetset buddies and ol' pals un-noticed. I truly love my parents regardless of their high standards. My last birthday- my sweet 16 was absolutely fab- I own a sweet ride and I've never had a job. It's really been no less than perfect. What else could I ask for except the crown to this years Prom Queen? I mean-I always do my best.. I deserve it.

They Call Me: Cat
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 16/7/1993
Apparantly I’m: 17
My Totem: The Cat of Individuality
What I’m known as: The Plastic
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Ice cream
• The color pink
• drawing
• playing tenor saxophone
• ballroom dance

I’ve always Despised:

• outcast
• Monkeys
• messy house
• high heals
• drag queens

The Truth of me: I am not the stupid blond that most people see me as. The truth is I make straight A's. I am a perfectionists nothing other than a 100 will do for me. I hide my true self and my feelings with the crowd that I am with. That way I never have to show any thing or be anything except what they want me to be.I don't like being alone or having to tell how I truly feel. My emotions are my secret and no one should have the right to know them. I may chance with the flow of the people I am with but I do know that if I don't I'll become a outcast. I don't want to be a outcast or rejected. I really just don't want to be alone with my emotions and the real me that I have hid for so many years. I don't want to face the girl that I have killed and stashed away.
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: I am the only child of a wealth lawyer and doctor. I have spent my life alone and by myself. My parents where never home and never cared really that I was alone. They always just wanted my grades to be A's and I show up for the party's they had or drug me too. Other than that they didn't care. As I grew older I became as fake as their love for one another is. My parents are never home and never together they leave me money for what ever I want or need in my bank account. Holidays aren't celebrated at my house or birthdays. You will never find any decorations at my house only the same drab decor my parents chose ten years ago. My parents never notice the changes I do to myself though how could they know they never knew the real me before I killed her to become the others. Because my parents where never around at schools I learned how to lie and make up stories well. That is why know one will ever no the real me not even here.

I have learned that it is ok to be the girl I have tired to hide so long. Though I still have a hard time being myself and not doing or saying what others want to hear. As for my home life nothing has changed though I have got myself lessons on my Tenor Sax so I don't have to be at home by myself much. My father and mother still pretend that we are a family though my mother has moved out. My father hasn't realized it or he is trying to ignore it. It will be ok though I will be here for him when he is ready to face it I will help him through it.

They Call Me: Vinh, Dweeb/Dork/Nerd (NOT used affectionately)
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 01/01/1993
Apparantly I’m: 17
My Totem: Bear of Courage
What I’m known as: Teacher's Pet
I’ve Grown to Love:

• My very few friends
• Comic Books
• Video Games
• White Cheddar Cheetohs
• Running

I’ve always Despised:

• Being mean
• Bullies
• Most Jocks
• People liking something because it's become "mainstream" and claiming to have always liked it
• Bad grades

The Truth of me: Most people call me a coward, which I suppose is true, but I don't think of myself as one. I don't pick fights and run away or talk tough and back out. That's what a real coward is. I am afraid of one thing though: hurting others. I know that the world isn't a kind place, but I'd rather let myself get stepped on if it means that I can be kind to someone. I guess that this explains all the bullying right? You would think that being nice to everyone (e.g. letting them borrow money, helping them with homework, etc.) would pay off, but it doesn't, at least not with students. Then again, nothing ever does. If I get beat up, I don't fight back and just bear it, without trying to get the people who beat me in trouble and if someone asks me what happens? I lie. It's easier this way isn't it? I get the feeling of knowing I'm nice and sometimes they even lay off of me. I just wish it wouldn't hurt so much to be nice.
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: Ever since I was young, I was taught to be a polite person. If someone dropped their wallet then I would give it back to them. If an old lady needed help with groceries I would help her to her house. For the most part, this was instilled by my father, rather than my mother, but in either case I grew up being a nice person. At those times being smart was actually a good thing. I would be rewarded for being able to excel past my peers without any student backlash. In middle school I was even able to be the star runner on the track team! This all changed in high school though.

When it came time to go to high school I found out that people were not so forgiving when it came to academic excellency or kindness. I was somewhat popular with girls because of how chivalrous I was, but one particular guy saw my chivalry as me hitting on his girlfriend and as soon as she was out of sight, I was beaten until I was bleeding through my mouth. He had told me that it was a "warning" to stay away from "his girl", but I didn't know what I had done wrong. Even so, I kept quiet as long as I could. Eventually, one of my teachers found out, having been a witness and caused the boy who beat me to be suspended. I had nothing to do with his busting, but that's not what the rest of the students though. They thought that I was a "coward" for ratting him out and I was labeled a teacher's pet too since they had thought I told the teacher. From then on, I've been the school's punching bag.

They Call Me: Archer, my best friend sometimes calls me Mickey, but only to annoy me.
Birthdays are sacred, mine is:30/03/1993
Apparantly I’m:17
My Totem:Fox of Sight
What I’m known as:King of the World
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Myself
• Money
• Being in charge and getting what I want
• Sport (football being my favourite)
• Photography (don’t tell anyone) and Shortbread

I’ve always Despised:

• Being broke
• People who think they’re better than me
• Indian and Japanese Food
• Water
• ’Weaklings’

The Truth of me: I think I’ll put things bluntly, it’ll make this whole process much easier for you all. I don’t give a damn about others. Why should I? They will never be as smart as me, as good at sports at me, as rich as me or as important as me. I don’t see the point in wasting my time with people too weak to get ahead in the world. I can be quite merciless when it comes to getting what I want, I’ll do just about anything. Have I mentioned anything about money yet? No? Surprising. I love the stuff, being born into a rich family has been able to feed this little ‘addiction’ of mine. I want and have only the best of pretty much everything. Sure life gets a tad lonely, but I can always get people to hang out with me. Who wouldn’t want to anyway? I’m one of the most popular guys at school, and probably amongst the most good looking. I’m not big headed, don’t get me wrong, I’m just blunt with everything I say, I won’t sugar coat the truth and I tell things as I see them. I do have one actual friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Some people call him a bully and stuff, but really, they’re just too weak to defend and stand up for themselves, they’re asking to be picked on really.

Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this:
Yeah, as you could probably expect from a guy like me, I’ve had a good life. I was born into a damn rich family, dad was some really important marketing guy I think. My mom was a doctor but she left her job to become a ‘housewife’. I have an older brother who’s into the academic side of things, don’t get me wrong, he’s pretty sporty too, just more into academics then me. Apparantly we were a happy family, till my mum died of a sudden, vicious brain tumour. They couldn’t save her, isn’t it ironic that the person who could have saved her was herself, and she was out of it for most of the time? It almost makes me laugh, I didn’t know her for long because she died when I was five. I do remember she smelt of homemade shortbread. Delicious!

I was about ten when my dad re-married. She was a nice lady, who also happened to be his partner at work. Not secretary if that’s what you’re thinking, and she’s anything but a slut. My older brother doesn’t like her much, so it’s a good thing he’s moved out already. With their combined salaries, my dad was able to buy something he’s always wanted, a boat. He took us out on it about a month after he first bought the thing. I’d never been on a boat before, we’d always flown or driven to get anywhere. I remembered watching some film with my step-mum, Titanic I think it was. Well, I got this idea from the film and went up to the front of the boat. I stood there, arms wide out and leaning forwards. I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly yelled out “Look at Me! I’m King of the World!” Kinda silly huh? Well, Dad came out after letting my step-mum take over controls. He surprised me when he came up behind me, and I slipped. I ended up stumbling and falling over the low rail. I won’t go into details, so in short, Dad dove in after me after yelling at mum to stop the boat. They got me out of the water and I went to hospital pretty quickly. Ever since then I’ve had this fear of water, but no one knows about it so don’t say a word alright?

When I got into High school a lot of things started to change. I used to be pretty reserved, I didn’t go out of my way to make friends. I’ve always been like my dad in the sense we’ll do anything to get what we want, and we are both very good at business. However, in High school people just started to gather towards me. I became popular very quickly, and I quite enjoy being popular thanks. Of course, I don’t consider any of them my friends. My only friend is a year older than me, he got held back a year, but we’ve known each other since we were little.

On a side note, I discovered my love of photography when I was about thirteen. I found my mum’s old camera and started taking photos with it. Dad let me keep it, I’ve never wanted a different one. I’ve been given everything I’ve ever wanted, what more could I want in my life?

((Note from the creator: He is curious when it comes to orientation, currently Bi))

They Call Me: Danny or Sunshine according to my "best friend" and like hell I let him get away with that.
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 12/05/1992
Apparently I’m: 18
My Totem: Deer of Kindness
What I’m known as:The Resident Jerk
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Judo
• Flirting
• My grandparents
• Doing whatever the hell I want
• Physical Activity

I’ve always Despised:

• Most people
• People who think they can stand up to me
• Silence
• The scent of alcohol and smoke
• School

The Truth of me: To start things off, I'm an ass. I'm a jerk. I'm the mean ol' bully. Funny isn't it? Yeah, I'm laughing too. I can actually care less of what people think of me. It's always been me, myself and I. And sometimes Mickey, but that guy's too full of himself anyway. I sometimes wonder how the hell he and I even bother with one another. But enough of him; this is suppose to be my limelight, yeah? Ha. Thought so. What else can I say about myself? Oh... I study judo. It's mainly for me to calm my anger issues, but it's just an excuse to kick other people's asses, for a purpose at least. But unfortunately, I signed an oath stating I won't use my moves for "evil purposes", but not like anyone really has the guts to seriously start anything with me. I may not start fights anymore, but I still know how to end them. Heh. I love physical activity, it's the only way I vent when I'm not in judo class. And I admit, I'm not the best in everything I do... Hell, I hate school. I've already been held back once (F.U Asian stereotypes), but like I said... I don't care. I don't really come from a well off family. I do my own thing. And probably that's the only thing that makes me happy. I know that people love to assume. Whatever, let them believe what they want. Besides, as long as you know the truth. Everyone else can screw themselves. Yeah, I love living in the fast lane, but that's only if I'm free. Which is a bit of a rarity at the moment. And no, I don't screw every damn girl I see. I'm not some horny retard. I'm far from stupid. Grades? They're just letters of the alphabet, they don't mean anything. I just want to survive. That's just one of the few things I actually care about. Oh and also... I hate the scent of alcohol and smoke. I don't think it's cool. It's stupid, it reeks; I get really bad migraines and I'm not afraid to kick your ass if you breathe or blow any of that crap on me or at my direction.

Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: Once upon a long time ago... There lived an Chinese prostitute and some business tycoon from Hong Kong. One day the business tycoon decided to get drunk one night and sleep with the prostitute. Nine months later, out came a bastard child which the prostitute decided to name Sun Yu Yi. At first, the tycoon denied all relations to this baby and the heart broken prostitute decided to commit suicide. But out of pity, the jackass... I mean business tycoon finally decided to man up and take in the child to raise him. Throughout his whole life, the child has always been shunned and considered to be nothing much some illegitimate son. But the tycoon eventually warmed up to this child and considered him as 'his son'. But one day, his bit--I mean his wife drove out this child into the streets, where the child was never seen again. Now they all think he's dead.

I'm laughing so hard right now. Think you can believe that story? Well guess what, it's all true! Yeah, that bastard child happens to be me, but I was given a English name when I was taken in by my father. Now you know why I'm an ass. I grew up with a crappy life, my mother drove me to the streets and my real mother's dead. I actually got taken in by some elderly couple a few years after I left that family, but as of now, they're both in the hospital. I work three jobs to help pay for hospital fees. I consider them as my grandparents and I owe them my life. They tried their best to give me a new life, so I'm trying my damnest to repay them for all the years of hell I gave them. Which is also another reason why I got held back... I was working too much and taking care of my grandparents. They're the closest thing I call a family...

They Call Me: Nugget
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 14/May/1993
Apparently I’m: 17
My Totem: The Fish of Adaption
What I’m known as: Mr. Stability
I’ve Grown to Love:

• My schedule
• Tidiness
• Being on time
• My "norm"
• Fairy Tales

I’ve always Despised:

• Anything that pulls me away from my schedule
• Lateness
• Difference
• Storms
• CHANGE

The Truth of me: Non-changing, that is what they say. Hating changes I still to what I like and what I know. I hate being late and just hate it when others are late as well. My feelings don’t mater to most people and I just don’t care. My personality shall stay the same. I am a fun loving kind of person, however anything different then what I have done my life I will not do. I’m kind and sweet to those that get me, and I will fight those that don’t. F**k with my friends and this will be the only time I stray from my schedule!
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: My life.. Well it was not always this organized. No actually very unorganized.. A big mess. You wana know the whole thing or the short version. Okay then; I was born, parents died, went into foster care and now I am here. Oh too short, fine I’ll make it longer and tidy for you.
So I was born into an okay family, just my parents and I. we had many fun years. My parents thy were both in some kind of artistic position. My father a gallery owner and my mother one of the artists in the gallery. I met some interesting people, one of them being the reason for my look. One day this artist cam into our gallery and started to talk with me. He told me about so many different things, from life to art, to high school. He also told me some fairy tales that I never heard of. They were gruesome and evil, not sweet and innocent. I just looked up to him as an idol. Since then I have took on his look and his love for these fairy tales.
Well now, once I turned 11 my parents were both in a highway car accident that killed nearly 10 people. Unfortunately for my parents, they were stuck in the middle. So child services came to my school in the middle of my English presentation and just dragged me out of there. Soon they told me to pack up all the things I truly cared for and ship off to another home. As the story goes, I packed up a few things, some clothes, some books, pictures, trinkets, and that fairy tale book.
So I moved form home to home, what else could I tell you? Oh, why I became so scheduled. Well, ever since that crash I also took my parents attitudes along. They loved schedules, and being one time and such. Nevertheless, they loved change, however I just developed and attitude that hates change. I hate changed houses every so often. I hate having a new family, I just hate it. I never tell anyone that I am a foster kid, hiding the names of foster parents in my fairy tale book.
I’m tired of changing places, I’m tired of changing lives. I just want nothing to change, I’ve been here for 2 years now, and I hope I don’t have to change again. Oh and another little thing about me.. I am bi-curious, yeah I know, an I’m the one who says no to change, yeah I don’t get it either.

They Call Me: Jo, J.J. , Joan of Arse
Birthdays are sacred, mine is: 11/7/1992
Apparantly I’m: Seventeen
My Totem: Swan of Love
What I’m known as: The Slut
I’ve Grown to Love:

• Casual relationships
• Zachary Quinto
• Parties
• Shepperd's Pie
• Inappropriate laughter

I’ve always Despised:

• Commitment
• Most other girls
• Television
• Planning
• People taking me too seriously

The Truth of me: I'm not stupid. I'm smart--in that I know I don't have to be very smart. I know what I'm good at, and I know what I like. And people assume I'm a bad person because of the nature of those things. Granted, I am a bad person, but still--any dude can be open about his sexual endeavors, but a girl does it and suddenly "Oh, she's a slut, she's loose, she's a drunk, et cetera." Well, I know from experience that the more you try to change what people say about you, the more you convince them they're right. I must say, there are way more fun ways to prove to people what a slut you are.
Not that that's the center of my life, it's just what I'm best-known for. I flirt, but without much sincerity and mostly when I'm bored. I don't always dress or act in an overly scandalous manner--I still go to a public high school, known for over-sensitivity to all things over PG-13--but I know how to flaunt without getting in trouble. Some guys only need the subtlest of hints anyway.
Granted, I don't exactly go for the smartest guys in school. My intentions inevitably go misunderstood every now and again, and some guys have expected more of a relationship with me than I ever wanted to have, instead of just another "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am." It's a shame; I just can't bring myself to feel sorry for those guys while I move on to one of their friends.
Who we are is designed by our Pasts...My Past is this: A lot is assumed about my past, and most of it is wrong. No daddy issues, no Weird-Uncle-Ernie-incident, no material gifts in the place of parental love. Life was never perfect, but it wasn't bad either, and I certainly wasn't the first person you'd expect to start sleeping around.
Freshman year. Yeah, that was it--when I first started hearing my name associated with... more indecent affairs. Just one guy, and just one time was all it took to earn this label. I was young; I thought I was in love. O, irony: I didn't actually go very far with him--not as far as he wanted, anyway, which led to his spreading those damn rumors all over school. I spent the rest of the year unsuccessfully trying to clear my name. I was mad for a while, then depressed and feeling hopeless. (I know it sounds maudlin, but don't feel sorry for me yet) After giving up on the hope of being seen as anything other than a slut, I ended up getting back at the jerk--with several of his buddies. I think what I found most attractive about that was the fact that it was so easy for me to do. I may have only done it at first because I was bitter, but I really did like it better than having to work through complicated relationships or worrying about another person's feelings. Why should I work so hard at something that can easily go so wrong?