Post by harlow ariela edwards! on Jun 5, 2009 22:44:35 GMT -5
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harlow ariela edwards,
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
My birth name is Harlow Ariela Michaels, but I only get called that by my parents, usually when I'm in trouble or when they want something badly. My first name was picked by my mother. She bought several baby name books and then randomly picked out the name Harlow about three weeks before I was born. She picked the name randomly because my mother and father had been fighting over who would come up with my first name for weeks prior to my birth, so they finally agreed to just select my first name randomly. As it turned out, the name Harlow fits my personality perfectly because it means "Hill with heap of rocks; host army" and is traditionally a boy name. My parents and myself feel like the name Harlow fits my personality perfectly because I am a tough and opinionated girl. I'm definitely not the traditionally girly girl and if someone hurts me or crosses me, the claws come out and I can definitely speak my mind when I feel like it. Guys that break my heart definitely feel my wrath. My middle name Ariela was my mother's maiden name and is a name that has been passed down through the generations. My maternal grandmother and great-grandmother were also both named Ariela. All in all, Ariela is simply an old-fashioned, common, and southern name. Living in Cali, I'm the only one around who has that name which I feel makes me unique. Back home in Franklin, several people I knew had that name, including several of my cousins. So I guess, my middle name means gracious my God is a vow, or something around the lines of gracious God. Overall, I feel that my middle name is fitting for me because my whole family is devoutly Southern Baptist. I wear a purity ring and don't believe in sex before marriage, I don't drink, and I don't smoke, so a name that originates in religion is highly appropriate for me. I really don't have many nicknames, except for Lo and Ari. My best friends and family are the only ones who call me Lo or Ari. The origin of my nickname comes from my childhood. When I was younger, I had a hard time pronouncing Harlow, so my parents just shortened my first name to lo and shortened my middle name to anna for the same reason. I couldn't pronounce the name correctly; so I just called myself Lo and Ari. and the names just stuck. Currently, I'm a high school senior living in Las Angeles, California in a modest apartment that I purchased last summer. However, prior to my freshman year of high school, I lived in a tiny country town of Franklin, Tennesee, on an eighty acre farm in between my grandparent's and my aunt and uncle's land. Back in those days, my biggest entertainment was watermelon eating contests, picking wild berries, riding my horses and four-wheelers, and having mud fights. I miss TN terribly, but I know we had to move because of my dad's job. I now realize that moving so he could keep his job was more important that staying in a place where I could be happiest.
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[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
I was born September 22nd, 1988 on the back of a tour bus. At the time, my mother was touring the country with Garth Brooks, whom she was writing songs with and my dad was also on the tour with him because he was his manager. Since I was born on the tour bus, I grew up with an innate love of performing and writing music, and have loved it ever since I was a little girl. I love to travel as well, which I guess has its basis upon being born in the back of a tour bus in the middle of nowhere.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
I haven't really had much luck with love and she really isn't the type to hook-up, have flings, or friends-with-benefits. Deep down, I really am a hopeless romantic who believes in love at first sight and believes her prince is sitll out there somewhere. I had her first boyfriend back home in Franklin, and had to break up before she moved here in ninth grade. Since living in California, I've has only had a few boyfriends. Overall, she needs a few exes ( on good and bad terms), a fling or two, and a future.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
I enjoy a wide variety of activities and places. I love spending time outdoors, since I grew up on a farm in Franklin, TN. I also love the beach and spending time laying out. One of my favorite pasttimes is taking midnight walks on the beach with boyfriends and friends. I enjoy listening to a variety of music including rock, alternative, country, and pop. I also love shopping, putting on make-up, and talking on the phone. I'm one of those people who can stay up until 3 a.m. chatting with friends. I do have a short attention span and can be entertained by the simplest things, like shiny objects. I love photography and if I wasn't a singer, I'd probably go to college and major in photography. I'm addicted to Starbuck's and coffee and I love wearing jeans, sundresses, and cowboy boots. I love myspace, facebook, twitter, and texting and I'm a pretty social person. I'm bubbly and energetic and I can be a party person. My favorite tv shows are Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, and that's about it. I'd much rather be outside than indoors, so I really don't watch too much television. As far as movies are concerned, I'm a big sucker for chick flicks. I also love animals, especially dogs, horses, and cats. We moved from TN to CA when I was beginning the ninth grade, so we had to sell our horses which made me really sad. I still miss them so much and sometimes find myself feeling very homesick. Overall, my favorite activities are writing music, singing, playing my guitar, and dancing in the rain. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
Even though I'm a pretty pleasing person, I do have some dislikes. I hate the smell of chlorine and other chemicals because I have pretty bad allergies. Chlorine and bathroom cleaners tend to make me break out in hives and have sneezing fits that last for days. I also hate rap and r&b music. I dislike metal, but I can listen to it on occasion. Abortions, rapists, abusers, jerks, snobs, and backstabbers make my skin crawl. I will never understand why some people taking pleasure in hurting others. I strongly believe in the old saying, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I'm not a big fan of snakes, heights, or storms. When I was younger, I got lost on a nature trail around the farm in TN and then got stuck outside during a huge storm which scarred me to this day. I also am not a fan of crowds, because I am claustrophobic. I can't stand flying on airplanes because I'm terrified of the plane crashing. Probably my biggest fear is of my friends dying before I am ready to let them go. I am not scared of my own death that much, but the thought of my friends dying terrifies me.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
Unlike most teens, I absolutely hate driving. To be honest, driving a car scares me to death, even to this day. Now that I've been in one bad wreck, I'm terrified about getting in another one and not being quite so lucky as I was the last time. Up until the age of fourteen, I lived in the tiny, country town of Franklin, TN. I grew up on an eighty acre farm with my five brothers. My cousins and grandparents lived on the properties on either side of our place, and we were all just one big Southern family. I grew up loving the outdoors, fishing, and horseback riding. Even though I grew up in the nineties, our town didn't have much. We had a square, a couple of shops, a market, and a hospital and that was pretty much it. I loved living in Tennessee and I miss it terribly. We had to move because my dad's job transferred him to the Californian branch of the company. Moving was tough for me at first because all the kids at school made fun of me for my accent and my clothing. They called me dumb country gal and other nasty names such as hillbilly. It was around this time that I turned to songwriting. At this point I really didn't have many friends. Overall, my best friend was my guitar, my pencil, and my notebook. I was able to pour my feelings into my music in ways that I couldn't vocalize in conversation. Over time, I was able to fit in and make friends, but I continued songwriting. My life in California was perfect until one stormy and wet night in 2006, when i was eighteen years old to be exact. I was driving home from a late night performance at a local cafe's open mike night when I hydroplaned and wrecked my vehicle. As a result of the crash, I broke several ribs, had a sprained neck, and was in a coma for about a month. The worst injury of all was to my left leg. The glass and metal of the car door shattered my leg from the knee down and pretty much cut it clear off the rest of my leg. I had surgery where my leg was amputated from the knee down. A second surgery gave me a prosthetic leg. I spent nearly four months in various units of the hospital and went through months of rehabilitation. I was in the intensive care unit for about three weeks, then I was sent to the ortheosurgical unit where I was cared for for about two weeks, then I spent about three months in a comprehensive inpatient rehab unit where I had to pratically relearn everything. As a result of the accident, I had to learn how to walk, talk, eat, drink, dress, and bath myself. At first, I needed help with everything and I felt like an invalid or a little kid. When I was released from the hospital, I had to use a wheelchair and went home with a home nurse. It's been a long road, but I've finally gotten to a place where I can walk as easily as a 'normal' person and i now feel comfortable with myself again. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
I'm kind of undecided as to whether I like one night stands, flings, and friends with benefits better, or if I like a steady relationship. My one true love was back home in Franklin, TN. I hated moving for many reasons, but my biggest reason for hating moving was having to leave behind Brenden, the love of my life. Brenden and I started dating in sixth grade and dated until I moved to L.A. near the end of eigth grade. We still message each other constantly, but it's just not the same as living about ten minutes away from the love of my life. Since living in Cali, I've not really found any guys that I really love enough to date, so I've stuck to one night stands, flings, and friends with benefits. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
My parents are Benjamin McDaniel Edwards and Gayle-Anne Edwards. My father, Benjamin, is the executive producer of RCA Records. He has been in charge of production for famous artists such as Christina Aguilera, Kelly Clarkson, Velvet Revolver, and Daughtry. I believe that I inherited my love of music naturally from my father and I have always loved him being in the business because ever since I was a little girl, I've had opportunities to meet celebrities that my friends have dreamed of having one chance to meet. The only drawback to my father's job is that he has always had to travel frequently, touring the country looking for the next big thing to sign to his label. I'm definitely a daddy's girl, so that aspect of his career has always been less than appealing for me. I've learned to deal with it, however; because I know that he needs to keep his job to support our family and I also know that he is happiest when he is on the job. I personally would not like to take something away from him that makes him happy, so I've just learned to cherish the time when he is home. My mother, Gayle-Anne, is a songwriter. She has written songs for artists of modern pop culture and the country scene like Kelly Clarkson, Pink, Carrie Underwood, Sugarland, Rascal Flatts, and others. She has been writing songs since she was a little girl and has written hits that are played on radios across the nation, sung at concerts, and blasted from ipods and speakers in the homes of millions of Americans. My mother helps me write my songs from time to time and supports my aspiring career in the music field. I have a feeling that if my parents were not both actively involved in the entertainment industry, I might not be as interested in a career in music as I am currently.
Even though I love my parents, their life hasn't always been picture perfect. About four years ago, my father was touring the country signing new artists to the label. He would be gone for weeks at a time and held a really busy schedule, so we wouldn't hear from him every single day. Sometimes, we would only get a call, e-mail, or text from him once a week which was really hard on me. Ever since I was a little girl, I was always a daddy's girl. I've always been happiest helping my father outdoors, building the treehouse, going fishing, and going to the farmer's market with him on the weekends. I absolutely destest shopping and pink, so it's pretty obvious that I've pretty much always been one of the guys. Anyway, when my dad was away four years ago, my mom, my younger brothers, and I went on with life as normally as we could. All three of us kids took on my responsibility to help out on the farm until our dad got back home. About a week before he was to return home, we read in the local newspaper, the Nashville Star, that our father had cheated on our mother with up and coming country artist, Kellie Pickler. My mother of course, was devestated and in disbelief. My mother called my father up that second and he denied the claims. My mother was unsure whether or not to believe in him or not, and my brothers instantly turned their backs on my father while I remained loyal to him 110%. I knew my father enough to swear that he had not cheated on my mom and that he never would. For a few weeks, my mother sat in her room, drinking and crying. I was afraid that they would be divorcing, until Kellie called my mom and told her that an affair had not gone on and that the whole story had been fabricated by the paparazzi just to stir up trouble. At first, my mother refused to believe it, but when my daddy came home and swept her into his arms, my mama knew that my dad had never done such a thing to her.
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[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
Being from the country, I have several siblings and a huge extended family. I have three younger brothers and two older. My two older brothers are Zackary Mitchell Edwards and Brody Ryan Edwards. Zack is twenty-two and a senior in college, majoring in biomedical engineering. He is the overprotective brother who always wants to know where I am, what I am doing, and who I'm doing things with. He's also the favorite child of the family and the one who always gets smothered with gifts, kisses and love. Brody is twenty-one and only about four months older than I am. He's the one I'm closest to and the one I sit and write songs with, play football with, and ride horses with. We've shared everything together since we were little and I couldn't imagine life without Brody. Brody is going into the military and headed to iraq in about a month. I'm terrified to lose him and do not want him to leave town any time soon. My three younger brothers are Sean Ian Edwards, Brady Thomas Edwards, and James Avery Edwards. Sean is seventeen and the intelligent one of the family. He's definitely nerdy and spends all his spare time studying. Brady is fifteen and the flirt. He has the most good luck in the family and is popular with all of the high school ladies. James is eleven and the baby of the family. He's just started middle school and is the problem child. He's the one that will probably be involved in illegal activities when he gets a little older. My cousins and grandparents lived on either side of our farm in TN, so I spent lots of time with them as well. I miss them alot, but since they still live in TN, we get to come up and visit them every summer and Christmas break.
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[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
Back home on the farm, I have eleven horses, many dogs and cats, birds, fish, and snakes. Here in Cali, I only have two dogs and two cats. One dog is a chocolate lab named Beau, and the other is a beagle named Scarlett. My cats are both calicos...one is named Savannah, the other is Rhett. I love animals and miss living at a place where you can have as many as you want.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
My secret is that I went through a brief period of time when I first moved to L.A. when I abused perscription pain killers. When I first moved to L.A, I had no friends and was bullied daily at school. I hadn't discovered the healing power of music yet, so I turned to pain killers to ease the pain. I only used them for about six months before my mom found out what I was doing and forced me to go to rehab. When I look back on that period in my life, I realize how self-destructive it really was.In addition, I've been feeling really sick lately and I'm not sure what is causing it. I've had several doctor's appointments, but so far no one has been able to tell me what exactly is up with my body.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is carrielee and i've been roleplaying for six years. i'm eighteen years old, and i found you through blair academy. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through pm/e-mail, love. as you can see, i enjot using kate voegele as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
Delilah Marie Van Dunye had only been in the small, hole-in-the-wall town of Forest Hills, Tennessee for about two weeks. In that short amount of time, she had already gone insane. Delilah couldn't stand being away from the flashbulbs at the photoshoots, the screams of the crowds, the thrill of signing autographs for fans, and the late nights performing at clubs, bars, and arenas. She missed dancing on tables in bars, sneaking into the clubs when she was underage, and guzzling shots and Cosmos with her fake i.d. Delilah missed the late nights and naps on her tour bus, waking up in one state and then falling asleep in the next. She missed the thrill of being on talk shows and in radio shows. She missed spending all the time with her father and other famous celebrities. Being in the spotlight for so long, Delilah had become friends with other A-listers, like the Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, and Demi Lovato. Stars like Taylor Swift were on her top friends on myspace. Delilah Van Dunye was definitely the next big thing. If she was such a rockstar, then what the hell was she doing in some country hicktown like Forest Hills. In Delilah's mind, that was a great question. She hadn't had a choice in the big move from the road to the countryside. Her father and manager had both agreed that the young starlet had gotten too arrogant, too snobby, too bitchy, and too bigheaded. She had started walking around like the world revolved around her, and was doing inappropriate things like flashing the paparazzi, dancing on tables, and sleeping around. She hadn't really been offered a choice in the whole situation. Two weeks ago, Delilah had been sitting in the dressing room backstage at the Blender Theatre at Gramnacy in New York City. She had been munching on chocolate covered strawberries and drinking a Frappuchino, items that were always on her rider. Her music was blasting from her ihome, and she was sitting in a cozy robe when her father and manager had burst in the room with a front page paper labeled Delilah's Wild Ride. Throwing the paper in her face, they had told her she would be performing that night and then she would be telling her fans she'd be canceling the remainder of her Breaking Down the Walls Tour. No amount of pouts, tears, or cussing could do anything to change their mind so Delilah had done what she was told. The next morning, she found herself pulling into a ranch on the outskirts of Forest Hills.
Though Delilah had no recollection of the past, Forest Hills was actually her hometown, though she had been moved away from Forest Hills the day she came home from the hospital after her birth. Delilah had grown up on her father's tour bus since she was three days old. Her father was none other than Elliot Van Dunye, lead singer of the rock band, Wicked Faith. Delilah definitely got the talent and love for the stage naturally because those thrills ran in her blood. Unbeknowst to her, Delilah actually had a twin sister who had grown up in Forest Hills. Delilah and Presley had been separated at birth. Delilah was the unwanted child, the leftover. She had been handed off to Elliot, the guy that the girl's mother had been cheating on at the time of their conception. Delilah and Pres's mother hadn't wanted any more children, so she had the bright idea of handing one off to Elliot, her fling. While one child was raised in a normal, American household, the other grew up living the rockstar life. From a young age, Delilah had access to all the perks and privileges most girls dream about having. She lived on the tour bus, surrounded by her own bodyguard, nannies, tutors, and chefs. She traveled around the world, living at one of her father's four houses or two beach houses when not on tour. Elliot had a luxuorious loft in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, a beach house in the Hamptons, a mansion in Las Angeles, a beach house in Newport, a mansion in Dallas, Texas; and a ranch in Forest Hills, Tennesee. By the time she was thirteen, Delilah was tired of being backstage and behind the scenes of the glitz and glamour of the rockstar life. She wanted to be a part of it. Lilah wanted to feel the rush of the crowd, to play that guitar, to swing her head around and show off her gorgeous locks of blonde hair. Her father saw her passion and soon got her in contact with vocal coaches. Soon after, the younger Van Dunye was also working in the recording studio. By fourteen, she had been signed to RCA and by the time she was seventeen, Delilah had produced three albums. By eighteen, she had gone on two tours that had sold out every venue. It was beginning to seem like the younger Van Dunye was more talented---and more popular than her father. It was only logical that as soon as she got too wild, she'd be sent back to the calm of Forest Hills.
Delilah had tried to be open-minded when she first came to Forest Hills, but since she had been here two weeks she felt like she had given the little town a chance. She absolutely hated everything about Forest Hills. Delilah hated the people, the town, the lack of entertainment in the small town. She missed parties, touring, getting so drunk that she passed out and forgot the events of the night before. Delilah was tired of spending her days cooped up inside on the computer, or being dragged around town by her father. Even though she was a legal adult, there was nothing the brunette could do to fix the situation. If she left Forest Hills without permission, her father and manager would pull her from RCA and she'd be nothing. Finally tired of sitting on the bed with her laptop, Delilah signed off MSN, closed her ibook, and then set it on her designer desk. Looking down at her clothes, she felt satisfied with her outfit so she touched up her make-up using M.A.C. exclusive products, then grabbed her sidekick, iphone, blackberry, and keys and shoved everything into her Zebra print Donney and Burke purse. Even though she was out in hicktown, Delilah could still make sure she looked her best, right? Delilah walked downstairs and told her father she was going to the park. Her father told her she had to be back in two hours and told her to call after she got to the park. Feeling like she was a little girl again, Delilah rolled her eyes and stomped her foot before walking outside. She couldn't believe her father had even taken away her limo. She had only driven herself a few times, so she wasn't used to it at all. Slipping into her Black BMW, Delilah drove off as she adjusted the radio. Delilah reached Woodmont Park fifteen minutes later and then parked. Stepping out, she pulled out her iphone and stuck her earbuds in her ears. She walked down the path, jamming to the live rip of her last performance. As she listened to herself singing, tears fell down her cheeks. She was so lost in her emotions that she didn't notice the girl leaning against an oak tree in the clearing near the soccer fields. Once Delilah focused, she gasped and then jumped slightly. The girl she had bumped into looked exactly like herself! Delilah was a little freaked to say the least and knew the girl in front of her probably felt the same way. Stuttering, Delilah let out her hand to help the girl up. Once the girl was on her feet, Delilah's brown eyes scanned over her features before speaking, A-are you ok? A-and who are you?
Though Delilah had no recollection of the past, Forest Hills was actually her hometown, though she had been moved away from Forest Hills the day she came home from the hospital after her birth. Delilah had grown up on her father's tour bus since she was three days old. Her father was none other than Elliot Van Dunye, lead singer of the rock band, Wicked Faith. Delilah definitely got the talent and love for the stage naturally because those thrills ran in her blood. Unbeknowst to her, Delilah actually had a twin sister who had grown up in Forest Hills. Delilah and Presley had been separated at birth. Delilah was the unwanted child, the leftover. She had been handed off to Elliot, the guy that the girl's mother had been cheating on at the time of their conception. Delilah and Pres's mother hadn't wanted any more children, so she had the bright idea of handing one off to Elliot, her fling. While one child was raised in a normal, American household, the other grew up living the rockstar life. From a young age, Delilah had access to all the perks and privileges most girls dream about having. She lived on the tour bus, surrounded by her own bodyguard, nannies, tutors, and chefs. She traveled around the world, living at one of her father's four houses or two beach houses when not on tour. Elliot had a luxuorious loft in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, a beach house in the Hamptons, a mansion in Las Angeles, a beach house in Newport, a mansion in Dallas, Texas; and a ranch in Forest Hills, Tennesee. By the time she was thirteen, Delilah was tired of being backstage and behind the scenes of the glitz and glamour of the rockstar life. She wanted to be a part of it. Lilah wanted to feel the rush of the crowd, to play that guitar, to swing her head around and show off her gorgeous locks of blonde hair. Her father saw her passion and soon got her in contact with vocal coaches. Soon after, the younger Van Dunye was also working in the recording studio. By fourteen, she had been signed to RCA and by the time she was seventeen, Delilah had produced three albums. By eighteen, she had gone on two tours that had sold out every venue. It was beginning to seem like the younger Van Dunye was more talented---and more popular than her father. It was only logical that as soon as she got too wild, she'd be sent back to the calm of Forest Hills.
Delilah had tried to be open-minded when she first came to Forest Hills, but since she had been here two weeks she felt like she had given the little town a chance. She absolutely hated everything about Forest Hills. Delilah hated the people, the town, the lack of entertainment in the small town. She missed parties, touring, getting so drunk that she passed out and forgot the events of the night before. Delilah was tired of spending her days cooped up inside on the computer, or being dragged around town by her father. Even though she was a legal adult, there was nothing the brunette could do to fix the situation. If she left Forest Hills without permission, her father and manager would pull her from RCA and she'd be nothing. Finally tired of sitting on the bed with her laptop, Delilah signed off MSN, closed her ibook, and then set it on her designer desk. Looking down at her clothes, she felt satisfied with her outfit so she touched up her make-up using M.A.C. exclusive products, then grabbed her sidekick, iphone, blackberry, and keys and shoved everything into her Zebra print Donney and Burke purse. Even though she was out in hicktown, Delilah could still make sure she looked her best, right? Delilah walked downstairs and told her father she was going to the park. Her father told her she had to be back in two hours and told her to call after she got to the park. Feeling like she was a little girl again, Delilah rolled her eyes and stomped her foot before walking outside. She couldn't believe her father had even taken away her limo. She had only driven herself a few times, so she wasn't used to it at all. Slipping into her Black BMW, Delilah drove off as she adjusted the radio. Delilah reached Woodmont Park fifteen minutes later and then parked. Stepping out, she pulled out her iphone and stuck her earbuds in her ears. She walked down the path, jamming to the live rip of her last performance. As she listened to herself singing, tears fell down her cheeks. She was so lost in her emotions that she didn't notice the girl leaning against an oak tree in the clearing near the soccer fields. Once Delilah focused, she gasped and then jumped slightly. The girl she had bumped into looked exactly like herself! Delilah was a little freaked to say the least and knew the girl in front of her probably felt the same way. Stuttering, Delilah let out her hand to help the girl up. Once the girl was on her feet, Delilah's brown eyes scanned over her features before speaking, A-are you ok? A-and who are you?
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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