Post by devon on Jul 23, 2011 23:12:06 GMT -5
MISS ALYSSA MONROE ROSS
seventeen | mckinley | lily cole
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"Um, hullo there! My name is Alyssa Monroe Ross. I usually just go by Aly or Monroe even. I would actually prefer the latter, because it reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. I am currently seventeen years old, and I'm a senior at McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio. This is actually really exciting for me because this is my first year of living in the States, so I'm hoping that things work out for me! I am heterosexual, and I currently do not have a boyfriend. I'm not really flirty, so, it's no wonder, right? Um, I'm actually a dancer, so I'm hoping that McKinley has a dance team or something, because I would really love to be on that!"
"Oh personality questions! I always hate these because how are you suppose to explain yourself without sounding cocky! ? Oh geez. Okay, well, first and foremost, I am British to the core. If you hear of some stereotypical British thing, I probably like it. I love tea and rain and all of that. My mom use to joke that I'm really an old lady trapped in the body of a teenager because I'm always curled up in the window sill with a cup of tea and a good book, no matter what. I guess you could call me goal-oriented. Whenever I set my mind on something, I'd never back down from it. I just keep pushing through until I've reached that goal. I'm a lot different from a lot of people that I know, too. I um...I don't actually watch television, or drink soda, or use the internet that much. I rather do my school work and just get that over and done with before I go out and do anything with my friends or family. That way I don't have to worry about it! I think that the biggest thing is that I try to be a nice person. I mean, I don't know what battles everyone in the world is facing, so I don't see why I should act like an ass to someone for no reason. Especially when their lives could already be hard enough without me making it worse.
As I mentioned earlier, I am a dancer. I have been dancing since I was five, and it's my life. I've been trained in ballet, contemporary, hip-hop and jazz. Dance is my one true love. Um, I usually don't tell people this, but I trust you, so you better not repeat this: I love to sing. When I was about nine I was taken to a production of Wicked being done on West End, and I just fell in love with all things musical theatre. I have been told that I'm good at singing, but I don't know. I'm nervous about performing in front of people. One of the biggest things that I love are books. Yes, I am a Potterhead or Harry Potter nerd, or whatever you want to call me. Um, even though I don't like television that much, I have fallen in love with the show Doctor Who, and David Tennant. I mean seriously, David Tennant is hot, I don't care what you say. I am a writer, and that's something that I wouldn't trade for the world. It's simply amazing. It allows me to escape my own head, if you know what I mean.
There are a lot of things I dislike, you know. Um, I hate heights. Like whenever I get higher then like standing on a chair, I get all dizzy and just nervous. I dislike crowds. They make me feel all gross and judged and I just don't like them. Coffee, even the smell of it. It just makes me sick. My sister likes to joke around and call me a vampire because I don't like the sun. I think I do my best work, whether it be writing or whatever, at night or like past seven at night. I hate cats. They're just lazy animals that are probably plotting to murder us all and take over the world. Oh god. Bugs. I hate them, so much. Like, I can't be in a room knowing that there's some sort of bug in that room. When I had to take biology in grade six, I ended up screaming and running out of the room because there were those giant cockroaches on the lab tables. I just can't stand them. Oh! And English lectures or classes. I don't understand why we're forced to take so many years of the language that we speak every single day.
Fears? Well, one of them has already happened, but I don't want it to happen again. I'm terrified that something is going to happen to my sister. She's really the only thing that I have in this world, and my youngest one died a few years back, so...I'm scared that something will happen to her. She's my life. Simple as that. I am terrified that I won't ever find someone who understands me. I mean, truly understands me and my quirks and such. I know this doesn't sound that terrifying, but I am scared that someone will read my notebook, because there are things in there that I don't want anyone in the world to know about. Besides, I've said some nasty stuff about girls in there, and I know that it could be considered two-faced or whatever, but I would never say something to their faces, so yeah, I fear people finding out about that notebook.
You know, now that it's my senior year, everyone's asking me about which Universities I want to go to and what I want to study and everything, and truthfully, I really don't know. I think that I'm going to go some where warmer, maybe by the ocean. I was thinking about California. All I know if that I do want to go to a university within the next few years, and just get out and see the world without having to worry about people bringing me down and such. I don't know what I want to do with my life, and if you know anyone who says that they are one hundred percent sure that they know what they want to do, they are lying through their teeth. I mean, there are things that I'm certain on: school, family of my own, seeing the world, but I can't promise you that, and I can't promise anything will happen the way I want it to."
" Okay! Well, in case you couldn't tell from the accent, I am from England. I am the oldest member out of my family, other than my parents of course. I lived in Oxford until my younger sister was born, when I was three. After that I lived in London, which is where we lived until the end of last year when I moved to Ohio. My life was pretty normal. I mean, I became a sister for the second time at the age of five. Other than that, I went to school, had good grade, started dance. There really wasn't much to say about my life. When I was eight I won a dance competition. That was about the high light of my younger years. I mean, the first major even in my life happened when I was fifteen.
I was fifteen when it happened. The car crash. My youngest sister and I were both dancers at the same studio, and we were waiting for my dad to come and pick us up. I was sitting in the back seat and my sister in the front, all because I was nursing an injury in the back seat. It was raining and a truck lost control and slammed into the passenger side. That was the last time I saw my baby sister. I woke up two weeks later with a concussion, four broken ribs, a broken femur, and the news that my baby sister was dead.
After that I stopped dancing. I just, stopped. I couldn't think about going to that studio and not having my sister there with me. Actually, I didn't do much of anything. I laid in bed most of the time, and I didn't want to do anything. My other sister was never really close to our baby, so she wasn't as effected as bad as me. I laid in bed for about the rest of the school year, feeling miserable for myself. Everything on me ached and pained. Finally, I got out of bed. I decided that laying there, feeling sorry for myself wasn't going to bring my sister back, and it wasn't going to get me anywhere in life, so, I had to get up. Had to keep going. If not for me, than for her. So, I did. I got up and continued on.
When I was fourteen I went back to dance. I felt like there was a piece of me missing if I didn't go back to that lovely sport. I also started to take gymnastics because it was good physical therapy, not to mention it kept me occupied and my thoughts clear. We didn't have cheerleading in England, so I just studied gymnastics as something fun, not to mention with dance it made me a lot more flexible.
I was fifteen when my mother left. My sister and I were sitting in the living room and she came out of her bedroom with her bags packed and looked at us and simply said, "I'm leaving" before walking out and never coming back. I don't know where she is, or who she's with , or if she's even still alive. I just know that she's gone.
I was sixteen when we moved from London to Columbus, Ohio. My dad had gotten a job working for a software company and so, we moved. My dad didn't like Columbus for one reason or another, so he decided that we'd move to a place that was smaller. More 'homey' as he called it. So, that's how we ended up in Lima. And that's how I ended up at McKinley. It was January of last year when I started McKinley, and I had just turned seventeen.
This past summer was another big thing for me. I got my first kiss at a party. I also got drunk for the first time. I got a tattoo. It's an hour glass on my shoulder blade. That way I can cover it for school and such. Um, other than those major events, I've lead a pretty boring life. Good grades, no boyfriend...Nothing really interesting. Just sad and depressing, but that's besides the point."
" The name is Devon. Captain Devon! Well, not really, but you get the point! I'm some where between seven and seventy, getting closer to eighteen or something like that. I have been roleplaying for uh....like eight years now. (17-9=8....damn.) I can be reached on here, or you can IM me on AIM: Devers1218. Oh, and by the way, I'm crazy insane. "
" This was worse than being a Freshman. Freshmen were expected to get lost and get caught up in that whole 'first day of high school' crazy. Not Seniors. Not those who had been working diligently through their classes and had finally made their way to the top. They were suppose to be the ones either ruling the school, or just trying to be the best that they could be. They weren't suppose to be acting like some Freshman who had just wandered in off of the streets and was trying to find it's way around the school. Unfortunately, that's just how Alyssa felt at that moment: like a Freshman. Sure, she had gone to McKinley the pervious year, but that was only for a few months, and some how the summer seemed to have wiped her memory clean of where the math department was.
Sighing, Aly looked around the hallway, hoping to find any indication of where the hell she was at. Of course, a few Rice Krispies, or whatever the hell breakfast cereal they were called, pushed past, sneering at her and laughing. One was even bold enough to turn around and call her a Freshman, before turning and running off with her evil companions, laughing loudly. Aly just sighed and ran her hand through her hair, turning to look at the nearest classroom. 219. Well, that was something. Her first class was in 234, so she must be getting closer to her destination. Turning around, she saw a teacher standing in the hallway. Getting hopeful, Aly went over and asked for directions.
Finally getting on the right track, Aly started walking down the hall happily, a bounce in her step. She wasn't going to let a little case of misdirection get her down. Not on her last first day of school. She was going to make the best of this year. She was humming slightly to herself when she turned the corner to get to her first class. That's when she was met with a face full of blue-raspberry slush. It was seriously the coldest thing that she had ever experienced. "Welcome to McKinley, Freshman!" the jock sneered. "Bloody hell, this is so not my day!" Alyssa groaned, watching the jock head off to class before ducking into the nearest bathroom to get herself cleaned up. Luckily she had an extra set of clothes for after dance that day. "
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