★ seventeen years of age ★ currently holding down a part-time job at Starbucks ★ five foot five ★ curvy, a few pounds over-weight, maybe ★ bright red hair and amber-green eyes
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I was christened as Skye Wendy Stoneson and raised in Franklin, Tennessee by my hair-brained Mom Jessie, who acts as if she's still a twenty-something-year-old when she's closer to fifty, and we both brought up my little brother, PJ, who's still in high school. Dad ran off before I was born, but apparently he was a total alcoholic and was always taking everything out on my Mom. We re-homed a wolf hybrid pup when I was about four -- he'd been left by the road-side in a cardboard box with seven other brothers and sisters. The moment Mom saw him, she absolutely fell in love and brought him home. We named him Wolf, and to this day, he still remains the goofiest, funniest and most loyal companion I ave ever known to exist. I'm in this really cheesy band called Planet AllStar with my best friends Jeremy, Austin -- yeah, they're twins -- Taylor, Hayley and Josh. We're all total nerds. ^-^
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I like to think I'm a pretty laid-back person. I've been into art and music since I was born -- I always say my earliest memory is of my Mom cooking cookies and playing Queen. She taught me to play guitar and I started writing songs not too long later. I've never been in a relationship with anybody, but I can be pretty romantic sometimes. Soul-mates, red roses, singing to my Romeo on his balcony from the earth below, all that jazz. And, hey, who knows. Maybe one day, I'll get lucky. (:
Last edited by RainbowMuffinage; 10-28-2010 at 08:44 AM..
Skye hummed to herself as she served up a latte to an old, posh-looking woman carrying a chihuahua in her handbag. The coffee machine whirred and buzzed as the frothy liquid erupted from the cocoa-beans and splashed into the cup. At five-foot-five, Skye stood at least half a foot below the woman in front of the counter, but the girl didn't feel at all intimidated. Turning round, she briskly placed the mug of steaming coffee onto the counter and smiled broadly.
"That'll be four-dollars ninety-seven, please." she chirped to the customer, accepting the mass of coins and shoving them into the cash register. "Have a nice day !"
As soon as the old lady had gone to a seat, Skye slumped up against the coffee machine, a sigh escaping from between her pale lips. She made herself a vanilla latte and took a seat herself, settling herself down on a stool by the counter. She was the only person in today -- it was a Sunday and Starbucks was almost empty. Bored to tears, the red-haired girl absent-mindedly stirred her coffee and twisted a strand of her hair around a finger.
