Michelle Allegra
May 5, 2013 14:21:28 GMT -5
Post by Michelle Melanie Allegra on May 5, 2013 14:21:28 GMT -5
Michelle Melanie Allegra
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[/b] Michelle AllegraNAME:
AGE:[/b] 16
YEAR: Sophomore. Yes, I'm a baby
GENDER: If you haven't figured this out already, you need help.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Sometimes I don't even know, but the labels according to most point to Bisexual
CELEBRITY CLAIM: Ellen Page
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FAMILY: Hailey Allegra(Nee Bladek)-Mother, Jerrick Allegra-Father, Lemony Allegra-Sister
HISTORY:
Most remember their childhood years and baby years as just being spooned food, disciplined, but being loved all around. Well, that's not how I remember mine-and trust me, I have a very long and vivid memory. From the moment my mother and I locked eyes when I was being wiped clear of blood on July 28, I knew we would hate each other. I think that is one of the few times my dull eyes burned like flames along with my full head of hair carrying its own chorus, too. My father adored me and my older sister didn't hate me, but you know how sibling rivalry works. Trying to get the attention of your parents more than the other child. And I well succeed with both my father and mother, but not both of them in a good way. As a baby, my father could've been called the housewife. He stayed home and took care of both newborn me and my 4 year old sister. Mother worked and when she came home, Hailey(yes, I address my mom by her first name and she addresses me by 'girl', 'mistake', or 'daughter')only seemed to have time for Lemony-what a weird girl's name-and held the burning gazes for me. But around my father she was a sweetheart. Of course until I learned to talk.
Between the ages of 6 and 12, I've caused the most hell and chaos most girls do in their lifetime and I am not saying I'm proud-but I don't take back any word, action, or problem I've said/done/caused. Because that's when I started school and could speak in complete sentences. In school, I was pretty much a bitch for a lot of my time in Elementary school. I would spread lies, fight others, confuse/annoy everyone, purposely get bad grades, and not care what anyone else says. At home, my mother and father yelled all day and night about mostly me and sometimes my sister. My sister wasn't like most because she actually took care of me and cared about my feelings. Lemony was spoiled by my mother and wasn't always totally on my side, but I knew she was there whenever I would hear the door crack. I guess that's what lead me to being nicer with females. Life continued like that till something happened to my sister when I was 11.
She was a good girl, but had a drinking problem to deal with stress. I think back to the day everything crashed and feel as if it was my mother's fault too, not just me. Lemony's boyfriend was calling us from the ER because Lemony OD'd, telling us that she had finally started to resort to drugs. My parents were at work so of course I took the job and reached the hospital. Lemony had just been taken out of the ICU when I noticed the bruises on her arms along with scratches. From my mother. The only thought was clear in my mind as I sped outside into the rain and saw Hailey and my father rushing. I punched my mother as hard as I could, took her wallet and keys and ran as fast as possible. I didn't know that Hailey was pregnant and I didn't know because of that she had a miscarriage. The only thought was that I would never be safe and I ended up being a street urchin for 8 months. My father was diagnosed with heart disease during that time and I was soon found. Life at home wasn't the same. Lemony wasn't a drug addict, but she was real shaky and I was soon alone during the night while my parents argued. I cried some nights and Graduation from Elementary school meant Middle School and I honestly didn't think I could do it. But things changed when I met Kelly.
She was the girl who helped me in school and soon got my grades soaring. Kelly also helped me hide my sensitive side so people wouldn't get to me. With my high grades hidden and me not crying just because someone stepped on a bug, I wasn't quite popular because of my lack of being 'perfect' but I wasn't someone everyone would pick on and I stood out a bit in the crowd. My style changed often but I wore what most would call 'Hipster' style. I just called it being me. And I was dating guys but soon, Kelly helped me recognize my other side. It was a secret, but we soon became more than friends and I kind of liked it. We never got anywhere too inappropriate but it wasn't exactly child's play. My parents(ahem, Hailey)probably wouldn't of approved, but I rarely was around them because I lived mostly in my motel room and I wouldn't have cared anyway. It appeared as if life would get better an maybe the past would disappear. But I guess I jinxed it when I got the phone call from Kelly's parents that made me want to die, too.
Kelly had committed suicide.
It happened that she was actually failing herself: mentally, physically, emotionally, academically, and all. Kelly had put her all into getting me along and just used herself up. When she was told she wouldn't pass the 8th grade, it made her snap. She wasn't seen for days and when they did find her, she was in a ditch with a bottle of Bleach in one hand and a suspiciously red razor in the other. The Bleach didn't kill her immediately so she had slit her wrists. It was too late and all Kelly's parents could do was tell me and try to calm me down. But graduating from Middle School felt the same as Elementary and I ended up falling into a depression where I had cut myself on a few occasions and tried to end the pain with sleep medication. But I soon seeked help and got it. Entering High School, I developed a new and even less sensitive me. I wasn't a heart breaker because I still wanted relationships, but no one really connected with me. Oh the guys they'd try to do it with Miss Bad Girl, but I knew their tricks and to this day don't have a partner. But I don't care and maybe this year I'll be able to control my demons and live to my motto that I've used on several occasions and that has made me end up getting a tattoo and a lip piercing that I've both removed: "I don't give a fuck".
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[/b]APPEARANCE: My hair is bea-I mean-. Fuck it. It's really a dried mess with a bunch of generic shampoos mixed in for good measure. If it wasn't for cameras these days, I would have about five Facebook friends. It's a dull brown that never shines-even if I take the initiative to put in gel, moose, and all that other celebrity crap. I honestly don't care because it's fine to me. And if I want a curl, all I have to do is flip my hair a few times for that 'just-got-out-of-bed' look. It works and maybe my hair would be as good as it looks behind the lens if I didn't just wash my hair 4 or 5 times a month and maybe raked a comb through the mess that is the back of my head.
My face. The next worst ting to my wretched hair. I'm not exactly a walking pizza, but yet again, without cameras-it would be prone to looks. Of course everyone has pimples that are nearly hidden-but some are truly annoying. One of them little bastards are under my lower lip and always itches, a few are pretty much hidden because of my hair-even though they are on my forehead, and one time I even had one on the tip of my nose. But that one is gone and the few I have can be covered up by powder if needed. Karma must hate me because though my cheeks are 'full', they seem built weird so it's like air is in the wrong parts. And you must expect my eyes to be something special, but they are just a dark and dull brown or even almost black. I say 'light' black. The only two good things about my face is that my face is soft along with soft features so no, I don't have chin cleft and my jaw is prominent. The other is my lips. They tell my life story, are stronger than any weapon, have more persuasion and venom that any action could do, and plus, they are actually 'full' all way around.
Finally, there is my body. You must expect something special since it's last, but it's nothing nor is it terrible. I have an average height of 5'5" and a normal-if not underweight-size of 115. I'm just not a hungry girl(dirty thoughts, ugh). My legs and arms mostly look the same: thin, slender, strong, and long. And you guessed it: my feet are small-a woman size 4. But not really petite-well, it just depends on what you think 'petite' is. And guess what else is petite? My 'boobs'. Hey, I don't brag because there is almost nothing there to brag about-and I don't care. Because if you know me, you'll steer clear of trying to squeeze any part of me without my permission. Ugh, I think I'm starting to sound like an uptight bitch, but, eh, you know my saying.
LIKES:
Toothpaste kisses, Heart shaped bruises
Swimming
Literature
People
Chocolate
Thrift shop clothes
Literature and confusing people
Being original(
The Dark
...Sharp "things"
DISLIKES:
Cut a smile on my face
Being Fake
Sluts
Being lost/confused(mentally)
Pickles
Anything that costs more than $50
FEARS:
Sex
Family
Failing
SECRET:
* Nearly lost virginity several times
* Has been offered to skip a grade but denied it
* Nearly committed suicide after her Middle School-Freshman year best friend-and alleged lover-did
* Has had a lip piercing before
GOAL:
* Graduate with excellent grades while keeping it hidden from peers and prove her mother wrong
* Try to make some mark before graduation
MENTIONABLES:By sharp things, I mean she isn't afraid of needles because she's had both a lip piercing and tattoo before(both removed)and hinting that she's cut herself before-but only a few times. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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