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On With The Show.
Group: junior
Posts: 118
Member No.: 111
Joined: 4-April 08
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 Samantha Leah Rileyis a junior
at northwood highBEHIND THE POWER. hey, i'm Kat, and i'm 17 years of age. i've
been roleplaying for 7 years and i found this lovely site
through Static Hogwarts. you can contact me on pm as
well as AIM - Schmoo22591 i'm also
in charge of no one.
INTRODUCE YOURSELF OKAY . hey, my name is Samantha Leah Riley, pleased to meet you. although
most of my friends call me Sam, Sammy, Leah, or Ri. i was born on the
21st of June and i'm 17 years old. i have black
hair and green eyes, and everyone seems to notice my bubbly personality.
people say that i look a lot like Mila Kunis. THERE’S MORE THAN YOU REALIZE . some of my favourite things are: books, animals, ice cream, fashion, shoes, soap operas, movies, boys, music, and hanging with friends.
but i tend to hate: snakes, ladybugs, moths, ants, spiders, rats, mice, the lunch at school, board games, and basements.
i think i'm pretty cool, seeing as: i can sing well and i can act. some people say i'm:
flaky, pretentious, ignorant, and unintelligent.
if i, or someone else, was asked to describe myself
i guess it would go something like this:GOOD THINGS:- is chipper
- is carefree
- is always flatters others by pointing out good points and concealing the bad
- is upset easily
- has a very high view of herself
- doesn't like to pick fights or arguments, but will usually join in if one side is getting slaughtered
- enjoys giving others ego boosts
- is an honors kid
- is polite and quick to apologize if something goes wrong
- can find something nice to say about anyone/anything
- is a mega flirt
- will go out of her way to do something for a friend
BAD THINGS - is conniving/manipulative/etc
- will always try to get her way no matter what
- needs to have her voice heard
- will give someone a hard time, if she's upset, without meaning to
WHERE I COME FROM . i was born to Heather and Grant
in Northwood, Ohio. it was okay, because my mother was a
cook and my dad was a studio musician. as for siblings, i've
got none of them, and here's a little bit about them:and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:My story begins in Ohio in the bustling city of Northwood. My parents are very well-to-do here and we have a very pleasant style of life. Tradition is the way of the past for me, however the adult-folk think differently. “Tradition is the future, my dear Sammy,” my father always used to tell me as a child. I loved them very much, but their ideals are not my own. Unfortunately, they passed away quite a while ago, when I was only five. In their twelve year absence, I have been raised by my grandfather, who is the caretaker of the estate until I am of age. He is a very kind man, who shared my personality and thoughts.
Grant and Heather died suddenly. It was a terrible day. We all woke early to go to the woods on the outskirts of town. We never made it. The streets outside of Northwood are fast-paced, leaving pedestrians to take their lives into their hands in order to cross. Several times we were lucky to catch a break, but the last street we had to cross to get to the woods was trouble. A transport truck zipped through and hit my parents.
I had been trailing behind them, my small legs unable to keep up with their long strides. My tiny hands were wrenched from my mother’s left and my father’s right, my hair rustling in the wind caused by the massive vehicle. When the truck had passed, my parents lay dead in the road. I had no concept of death and what it actually meant until I was much older, so I tried to wake them up.
Several minutes later, others started to come. I recognized an old couple from next door and they took me home. I was kept in the dark about what had happened after that. My grandfather, Albert, moved in to take care of me from then on. YOU CAN BET ON ME . i want my member title to be On With The Show. and just so
you know, i did read the rules, and i can prove it by saying
-adminedit-. as for a sample of what i can offer, well,
here you go: "I... I didn't mean... Oh god." It wasn't much of an apology, but it was all the woman could muster. She hated how her best friend looked right now. Hands hiding her usually beautiful face which was now practically drowning in the salty water falling from her eyes. Amelia couldn't help but think that if Tobby had just admitted that she was distracted, this would have never happened. Amelia, herself, now buried her head in her hands and leaned back against the wall, still slightly gasping for air. Her breaths were longer now and she was drawing more air with every one.
She wanted to say something more, anything to try and reverse the action that had stripped their friendship of its trust. It couldn't be done. Amelia knew that, but she still wanted to try. "Tobby..." she whispered. It wasn't going anywhere and Amelia thought that they both knew and understood it.
Tobby had shouted again, causing Amelia to wince slightly. Again, she was raised up against the wall, this time unable to even squirm. "To..." The pressure of Tobby's finger against her forehead made Amelia want to scream. The feeling of some other presence in her mind invaded any sentence she might have spoken.
All energy was now being concentrated on blocking Tobby out. It was only fair that she see a secret or two of Amelia's, though. Time to pick one that showed Amelia really was just a loyal friend trying to help.
It was a grey day, raining heavily on the grounds of Hogwarts. Amelia was on patrol in the corridors of the second floor of the castle, fulfilling her Prefect duties. She was currently in her sixth year, her best friend in her fourth.
Pacing the floor was becoming increasingly boring. Amelia's eyes were basically glued to the floor as she walked along. Bumping into a tall figure, she looked up to see October's boyfriend. "Oh hello, Jon. What's up?" Jon smiled, seemingly happy to see her. "Well... I kinda wanted to talk to you about something."
Amelia looked a little surprised that Jon would come to her instead of going to Tobby. She shook her head... It was no matter. "What do you need?"
Jon shifted his weight and grinned sheepishly. "It's about October... I don't want to date her anymore... There... Well, there's someone else."
"So why are you telling me? You should be telling her. She's the one who's going to be devastated. Jon, what are you going to say to her?" Amelia was outraged and it clearly showed. Jon had seemed like such a nice guy but he was just an ass like every other guy in the school. Jon's answer was simple and it would stay with Amelia forever. "Easy. There was a death in my family and I'm not ready to continue a relationship right now."
Amelia didn't bother asking how he'd explain his new girlfriend, but she punched him square in the jaw, sending him falling to the ground. A few seconds later a teacher rounded the corner and saw Amelia helping Jon off the floor. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking what had happened. Amelia thought fast. "Jon got into a fight with a bewitched suit of armor, Professor. I'm just helping him up and to the Hospital Wing." 'Because, lord, he'll need it when I'm through with him... He'll wish it was just a suit of armor.'
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