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[Katherine Nicole Ritter]

Katherine Nicole Ritter

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NAME:

[/b] Katherine "Katie" Ritter
AGE:[/b] 17
YEAR: Junior
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight (if drunk enough, it can go both ways)
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Miranda Kerr


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FAMILY:Helena Ritter
Kendall Ritter
Drake Ritter
Anastasia Ritter

HISTORY:
Being a Ritter meant i had power. Money. Privilege. We were absolute, kings and queens in a world that seemed to have none. But I didn't have the perfect life everyone thought I did. Behind all of our pristine masks, there was turmoil. Lots if it. Betrayal. Lies. Secrets. Selfishness. That's what destroyed us; that's what lead to our ultimate demise. But I'm getting ahead if myself. What good would it be if I told you the ending of the story when it hasn't even begun? Let's go back to where it all started. Back to the beginning.


I was born August 9th in Savannah, Georgia. I never really knew my mother, her being a crack whore and all. It never really occurred to me that I needed a mother at all, since I had my grandparents to watch over me. You could say my childhood was fairly simple, until one day, they came over. The Ritter family. We had all heard of them, and it seemed unreal that a family with riches and fame would be on my grandparent's doorstep, asking permission to enter the humble home. They seemed nice enough, and my grandparents invited them in. Mr. Ritter wasn't there for pleasure, however. He was there for business. I went to school with his children, Drake and Anastasia. Drake was more the silent child, not really saying much. Anastasia, however, was the more outspoken one. The darling of the family, if you will. Anyways, Mr. Ritter, or daddy, as I later began to call him, knew that my grandparents were old and were prone to die while I was still in school (which they did, when I was in fifth grade). He offered to adopt me, to take me off of their hands. After some hard thinking, my grandparents agreed to allow them to adopt me, with the condition that they be allowed to see me. Daddy Ritter couldn't be more excited about bringing me home. That afternoon, I was all packed and ready to move in with my new family. It was the day my life changed completely.

From that day onward, I was spoiled by Daddy Ritter. I was still sweet and innocent, but I could throw a mean bitch fit if I didn't get what I wanted when I wanted it. Anyways, I guess you could say I lead a fairly normal life with the Ritter family. My siblings accepted me with open arms, just as if I had been their real sibling from the start. My adoptive father adored me, for some strange reason. My adoptive mother, however, didn't see it that way. You could tell that she didn't like me from the get go. Of course, she wasn't going to be super obvious about it. But you could still see it in her tight lipped smiles, her forced laughs, her forced kindness. From the beginning, I was rejected by her.

It wasn't until the beginning of my eighth grade year that I began to feel like everything in life was coming against me, like I was fake. I had it all. The cute boyfriend, the great friends, the rich parents, the latest clothes, the good looks. Sure, they were all fantastic, but did it really satisfy me? I still had a mother who hated me, still had slightly abusive parents. I would smile all day, loving Brenden, my boyfriend, as much as I could and trying being a good friend to everyone. But at night, I would cry myself to sleep, feeling alone and dead inside. Eventually, I began to crawl into myself and shut down altogether. Not that anyone, except for Brenden, cared. It felt like I was screaming at the top of my lungs in a crowded room and nobody looked up, nobody noticed. I knew Brenden grew concerned with my wellbeing, but I began to push him away, keeping more and more to myself. I felt that nobody understood me or my numbness, especially when my parents would argue with each other and take out their anger and frustration on the children. One night, they did just that. There was screaming, hitting, things flying in every direction. Right after their fight, they went to go vent and release their anger on my brother and sister, putting them down as they always did. When it came time for me, not one, but both if my parents showed up at my door. Putting aside their anger for each other, they attacked me. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

When I was alone in my room that night, I looked at myself in my long mirror. What I saw didn't satisfy me one bit. There was a chubby girl (or so I thought) with mouse brown hair, dead eyes and an ugly bruise on her arm. My reflection showed I was weak, powerless, and lifeless, three things I shouldn't have been. I began to grow angry with myself, my family, my life. I threw things around, screamed violently into my pillow, and even began to tear apart my clothes. This continued for hours until I saw myself in the mirror again. I didn't look weak or powerless anymore, but my eyes were still dull. Desperately, I began to tear at my flesh, hungry for the sight of my own blood, for proof that I was still alive. When my own nails didn't produce such a reaction, I found a razor and dragged it across my wrist, ignoring the pain of the razor. I finally saw the red substance and smiled masochistically. That was the first time I cut...and it wasn't the last.

I began to pick at everything that was seemingly perfect in my life. I had a mission to distort and destroy everything, and I wouldn't stop until they was obliterated. First, I created more division between my parents. I would remind them of the past so much that they would fight constantly. Eventually, they divorced, splitting us kids up. I stayed with Daddy Ritter because he was the richer one. And because he actually cared for me. Unfortunately, I was separated from Anastasia and Derek, leaving me by myself. But it didn't matter to me. I still had a mission that needed completing. Now that the divorce was in effect, I moved on to my so-called friends.

I was a hypocrite. Pretending to listen and care about all of my friend's problems and crap, promising to keep their secrets, then going and telling other people behind their backs. Spreading rumors, I exposed them for the fakes they were, all the while keeping my innocent facade. They made it too easy for me! Long story short, I destroyed any and all relationships that I had which were fake or even remotely plastic, leaving me with little to no friends. But it didn't matter at all to me. Nothing did anymore.

When I finished crushing my so called friends, I moved on to the single most important thing in my seemingly innocent life: Brenden. You see, Brenden had liked me ever since I was in sixth grade, and we had been dating for half of my eighth grade year, just before I became a sadistic bitch. We hadn't done much, just held hands and kissed innocently from time to time. He didn't push or pressure me for anything more than what I would give him, but I began to realize that, being a high school freshman and a virgin still, he wanted to go further. So, I gave him what he wanted; I gave him everything. And the first time we did "it" was the first time I realized that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from hurting him, that I wouldn't be able to save him from myself.

I guess that's when I went out of control. I started drinking and smoking various drugs, doing pretty much anything to numb my pain and to suppress my feelings, yet, cutting myself to feel alive at the same time. I would use Brenden to get my drugs and my alcohol, giving him sex in return. That should have been enough for me, right? Wrong. All of a sudden, the alcohol, the drugs, the cutting...they just weren't enough. As if my life wasn't already screwed up, I made the biggest mistake ever. I cheated on the most wonderful boyfriend I had ever had.

At first, it was just one guy that I cheated on Brenden with. Pretty soon, instead of secret rendezvous and little love notes, it was one night stands with random strangers. My freshman year, he finally found me out to be the little whore I had always known I was. Brenden was devatated to find out that I had slept with multiple guys during the duration of our relationship. Me? I smirked and acted shockingly cavaleer about the whole thing. It didn't phase me by that point in time. I wouldn't play innocent and beg him to give me a second chance, cause it just wasn't who I was anymore. Therefore, with a few cheeky remarks, a mocking kiss on the cheek, and a small wave, I turned my back on him and walked away from the relationship alltogether.

Within two months, I became the school's biggest bitch and slut. I was the girl that every guy wanted to hook up with, the girl that every girl hated and envied. One night stands were my thing. No strings attatched. No heartbreak...at least, not on my part. I was queen bitch, able to make or ruin your high school career. And as a sophomore, no less!

Well, that was until I began to steal things. I don't know why, but I would go into a store and see something pretty then BAM! It was in my pocket, and I was walking out of the store with it. That went on for months, even transferring to my school life. It was like I couldn't help it! If it was pretty enough, it was mine. Instantly. When I was caught by security at the mall, I knew I was in trouble with Daddy Ritter. And I was. But, instead of punishing me formally, I was forced to pack my bags and, after selling our house, both he and I moved to San Francisco. That way we could be closer to my siblings, who live in Fresno, and for a personal reason. A personal favorite if mine.

So I could attend Daze and 'win' back Brenden.

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APPEARANCE: Katherine has long, light brown waist length hair, slightly curly. She is a skinny girl for being five seven, although she has a bubble butt and a full chest. She has murky green eyes and tanned skin. She wears nothing but the best clothes and shoes. Well, of course. Cause she is the best.
LIKES:

[/b] Boys
Men (;
Sharp objects
Haters
Herself
DISLIKES: Innocent people
Chihuahua like girls
Herself
The color yellow
Dry lips
FEARS: Getting an STD and dying of an overdose or something.
SECRET: She was abused by her adoptive mother and father.
GOAL: To mess with Brenden's life
MENTIONABLES: She's addicted to X, cuts herself, and is a klepto.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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EXPERIENCE: Two and a half years?
TIMEZONE:

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CHARACTERS: Arimet Duarte, Apollo Deveroux, Meribah Loughlin, Hunter O'Hara
FOUND: Michael Jackson wrote me a final letter, directing me here.
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credits go to tweekPOP ! of CAUTION 2.0 <3

[Reina B. Dark]

Accepted.