Perfect People with Imperfect Situations {PAFP}

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  • {She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve this pain.}


    Isabella Grace Queens was like the poster child for life. She had good grades, was a social butterfly, and had the perfect manners. She danced and sang, and acted beautifully. She was the best friend you could have, and was never slutty or inappropriate. Never did drugs, never drank, never smoked a cigarette. So why am I talking about her? I am talking about her because one day she got some terrible news. She got news that she had cancer. Breast cancer. Her family was devastated, as was she. She was admitted to the hospital and lost all her friends, but she kept being that poster girl, kept being perfect for the sake of her parents. Her mother then decided, after a few months, that she was lonely and needed to go to the support group that the hospital offered. To meet people like her.


    We will start at the time she first goes to the support group. Your male character can have whatever disease you want him to have, following the rule of no paralysis or like mental illness. Other than that, go nuts. Oh, no amputees either please. I've got nothing against them, it's just too easy on your part. You have to actually be sick people. Just post a picture of your character and name and age. My character is seventeen, so base it off of that. I'll start once you join, or you can start if you wish to.

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  • Sure! Just post a pic name and age. Just to let you know, it is semi-advanced, if you didn't get that from the long paragraph I wrote lol. You can start or I will, whatever you want.

  • Sorry, finals are killing me and school and I have health during this summer (curse me being musical and having to take health before my ninth grade year) so I've just been busy and overwhelmed

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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


    OOC: TEXT


    IC: I bit my lip, walking into the support group. It was very weird to be surrounded by all of these people. I tugged my beanie down onto my bald head. Wigs made my head itchy, and didn't look right. I wore pink jeans and a white tank top blouse with grey vans and a grey beanie to match. Hey, just because I have cancer doesn't mean I can't have style. My nurse stood over in the corner, in case I collapsed and died right there in the literal heart of Jesus. I sat down in an empty chair, seemingly miles away from the rest of the people in the room.[/fancypost]

  • I looked over at the girl with the beanie walk into the room and sat in the farthest chair in the circle. I adjusted the oxygen tubes in my nose as I glanced over at her. The new girl looks really pretty with that beanie I thought smiling faintly and then looked away from her.

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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


    OOC: TEXT


    IC: I noticed the boy with the oxygen tubes looking at me, and I felt heat rising to my face. Nobody had ever stared at me like that since I had gotten sick. A man who I assume is in charge started to speak. "Alright, we have someone new here today. Care to introduce yourself?" He asked me, and all eyes shifted to meet my nervous gaze. I focused my eyes on the boy with the oxygen tubes as I spoke in my soft British accent. "I'm Isabella Grace Queens, and I have breast cancer."[/fancypost]

  • I smiled faintly when she turned to look at me to introduced herself. I can see why she's nervous. I think everyone was at least a bit nervous when we first came here, I thought still looking at her,though she'll get used to coming here.

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    {Isabella Grace Queens}


    OOC: TEXT


    IC: I smiled, sitting down and looking at the boy with the oxygen tubes. "How about you? Why don't you introduce yourself to Isabella." The guy in charge asked the boy. My cheeks flared red and I looked down, pulling my beanie down. I suddenly felt self conscious and worried about how everyone was staring at me.[/fancypost]

  • "Alright" I said standing up from my chair. I looked over at Isabella with a small smile on my face. "My name is Ethan and I have lung cancer which means that my lungs suck at being lungs" I said sitting back down in my chair and looked back at Isabella.

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