Beautiful Sinner {Open and Accepting}

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    [Center][i]Beautiful Sinner, I love your wicked heart...Beautiful Sinner, It's a work of art.


    I feel free, I feel freedom. Why they mad? You should see them..burn a L. Cause ut's crazy in here, crazy in here.


    It's a sickening joke that you play with my emotions so I hope you burn in hell and never find the ocean.


    Dear God, If you're here God make the fore disappear when they stare God. Take away my fear when they interfere God. Do you fear God? Cause I fear God.


    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza was a girl who got hated by alot of people. She loved others but they never showed love in return. She always feels like everything stupid that happens in life is all her fault. She doesn't like when people say 'I love you baby or I love you sweetie'. She just diesn't like Love. Love never loved her, all her boyfriends cheaters..liars..used her for her looks. Never gave a sh-t about anything. Her parents abused her, emotionally. They cared for her and gave her a good life but they treated her like crap. She just needs a person that will care, love her for her, treat her like a human. It's so hard when you have hardly any friends. All you gotta think about is girls and boys together. But without the girlfriends, wheres the boys?


    Eliza was born on August 12? 1994 and was a beautiful 6 poynd baby. She was only 17 inches long and wasn't premature. Her mother got sick after her birth and had to stay at thw hospital a little longer after the baby could go home. That's when things got hectic. At age 3, Eliza began to talk. She learned words that a five year old would only dream to say. Eliza reached her terrible twps at age 3. Her mother ad fathered divorced when she turned 5. That's when it was life at her moms house. Elizabeth was her name. Mom Elizabeth was the one who abused her the most. Elizabeth wpuld blame her for being born. She thinks they could've been living the good life if she wasn't born. They lived the good life when they were born!


    Can somebody help me?

    The post was edited 1 time, last by --Ѧʋ∂вʋ∂ Δωɛƨσмɛиɛƨƨ ().

    Ooc;; I'll start in school, shall I? Also, I will roleplay like this;; I blah blah not Blah did this. ok? I'm just trying out different styles of roleplaying xP

    Can it be semi advanced? Thats fine. Those 2 paragraphs at the bottom is her personality (( first one)) and history ((2nd))

    Ooc;; Okay. c:
    Ic;; I felt beads of sweat form on my temple and veins slowly rising to my skin's surface on my forehead as my father- William, careered around in his car in the traffic like a maniac on wheels. We soon got to school in a flash but bumps had formed on my dad's car which infuriated him. I sighed and threw my backpack over my shoulder and shoved my way through the nuts and bolts strewn all over the back of the car's floor. I stepped out slammed the car shut, a tuft of black hair curling over my mysterious blue eyes as I walked toward the entrance, my hands trembled, as it was my first day of school. Great, the new boy always gets picked on.. I thought with a moan, my converses squeaking along the pristine tiled floor as I shuffled over supposedly to be my class.


    He's called Sam. >3< I shall not reveal his history yet. c:<
    I'll get a pic in a sec..

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ✄--- Gʀɪғғɪɴ ().

    This is kinda a love story with some drama in it.


    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza drove to the school in her car and parked in a nice little space that could fit the Ford Focus. She put it in park and grabbed her shoulder bag a d put it around her shoulders. "Aww.." she sighed and inhaled deeply and walked inide. It was a new smell, new feeling. It's going to be new friends. She walked around and walked in the office and looked at the lady. She smiled fakely and looked arou d the large office. "I need my schedule please, I'm Eliza Jones". She looked at her through her blue eyes and gleamed and brightened. "Your Mother Elizabeth Jones and Christopher Jones?" Eliza nodded. "Heh..your mom is a woman". She chuckled. "Okay Eliza have fun on your first day". The lady returned to the computer and watched iza as she left. She walked out into the hallway and started to walk to the locker that was on the schedule page. She seen a boy then ignored it. She didn't care about em because they never cared about her. Her converse s brignt colors shown brightly in the hallway. She looked at the boy again.

    I glanced behind my shoulder to see a rather pretty girl staring at me. I looked behind to see nobody and blushed, pushing the door open and timidly entering class. The teacher rose from his desk. "Why hello! This is Sam Rowen and he is now part of the class. I think it is wise to treat him kindly on his first day". He exclaimed and sat back down, his glasses hanging over his nose slightly, looking as if they'd fall off. I sighed and dragged myself to an empty desk with nobody in it. I tucked myself in and set my stuff under my desk and took out a scrapbook and began doodling random nonense. I tried to avoid eye-contact with everyone but they all seemed to have their gazes locked on me, sniggering. Great! He thought, his eyebrows creased in anger.


    Ok. :)

    Did you find a picture?


    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza walked to the locker and opened it with that lucky locker combination. She put her belongings in the locker and walked in a classroom. She seen that boy she found in the hallway ad giggled. His name was Sam. She always thought Sam was such a common name. Short for Samuel, Samantha, even a dog's nae can be Sam. She sat down a couple desks next to him and looked at the teacher as he announched her arrival. "Eliza is your name short for Elizabeth?" Eliza shok her head no, for she was to scared to speak in front of the class. "It's short for Eliza Jane which is my grandmother's name. Elizabeth is my mother's name and my fathers name is Christopher. My brothers name is--"someone yelled at Eliza and Eliza decided that was enough. Eliza slouched in her chair chair and looked around the room and looked at the boy, or should she say, Sam.

    The codes don't seem to work but I shall find one soon c:


    I slouched half-way down into my chair, my hoody over my head, as I looked around embarrassed. I glanced to see Elizabeth stare at me again, I felt uncomfortable but gave her a shy smile, a tuft of ebony black hair curling over my eyes irritatingly.

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza looked at the teacher and his nose crinkled. He looked at herwith eyes narrowed and watched the other kids. Eliza began listening to music in her head and was ralping the chorus. She stopped and reealized she was in school. She felt awkward and looked down at the floor. She put her head diwn and began thinking about things. Life's been harsh in the last couple of years and she still had things on her chest. She picked her head up and the teacher had did that Ahem at her because she was singing. "This isn't music class so please stop singing Miss Jones". Eliza nodded. "Okay Mr.." she held that for a long time until she finakly gave up on hisnname. "Mr. Kartwheel thank you". He cleard his throat and went back to teacjing Math.

    I couldn't help raising my eyebrows at Elizabeth but felt sort of mean in doing so. I sighed, crunching my piece of paper into a ball and throwing it behind me, landing straight in the bin when suddenly the bell rung for recess. Finally! I thought and tagged along after the horde of kids that were budging their way past eachother like wild animals.

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza went out into the hallway and sighed. Npwnwhat? Oh boy world history! She thought as she walked down to the room Labeled History. She walked into the doorway after taking a little walk atou d thw school to know itba little better. She walked inside the classroom and sat at an empty desk in the middle rows. She sat next to a girl who just waved but Eliza ignored. "Fine b-tch don't talk". Mumbled the angry girl next to her. "I' m not a b-tch I have one, I'm not a female dog I have a femal dog". She rolled her eyes and listened to the teacher as he began doing attendance. Some kids were a little late so rhe teacheer marked down Tardy next down the by the little box. The teacher looked atound the room. "Eliza Jane Wenda Jomes?" Eliza raised her hand and the teacher nodded. "Thank you darling". Said the teacher. "Eliza..that's a stupid name". Said the girl nezt to Eliza. "Well if it's so stupid then why do you keep talk about it?" Eliza smartly said and stomped her foot at her. The other girl rolled her eyes and kept aying attention. Eliza fixed her gangs and smiled a little, hoping to get some attention from boys.

    I checked my pamphlet and saw that the next class was World History- Like Eliza. I trailed toward the door and pushed it open, a wave of my fringe hanging over my eyes, almost blinding me as I sat down on a chair, luckily beside no-one. I fingered through my new books and got out a small ball-point pen and began to doodle in it boredly.

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza ignored whatever else the girl had to say ad looked around and seen Sam. 'Man do I have him in evrery class?' She thought as she seen how angry he looked. See? Don't even try Eliza, don't even. She said to herself and she trurned to face the room. She looked at the boaerd and read the writing and brought out her composition book and began to write doen thr botes the teachwr said. Eliza tried to listen but it was so hard, World History was her worst subject in school because she never paid attention. She wanted to pull oht a notebook and wrige notes or doodle like everybody welse butnher mom always says, Eliza, you comd to school for an education not for playing around sweetie. Dumb mom, always telling her how to live her life. She couldn't even choose the carrer she wanted to be, a counselor or a fashion designer. Her mom wanted her to be a lawyer but just one episode of CSI would put her to sleep. She couldn't seep through court if she got arrested. She liked desinging her own clother and making her own styles,nof course dear mommy called it a waste of time ad money and said she alwaays look likena big hot mess. Her dad wanted her to be happy, that's not going to happen. Her dad wanted all what was best for hismlittle girl, yeah rught tell that to the oter kids or daughters you have. It was funny.


    She rlwent to a notebook and started to doodle dresses and skirts. Mking nice anime figures.

    I glanced at Eliza's concentrated face, seeming as if she'd been in a rage with the girl sat beside her. I wanted to reassure her that she didn't have to worry and just ignore the bullies, but I felt too shy. I grabbed a ruler and finally began to underline the title, scribbling what the teacher had wrote on the board. For extra fake praise, I wrote in my best squiggly, italic writing and added a curl on ever y and g. I looked up at the clock, seeing it was almost 12 then I glared at the teacher, realizing he was late to finish the lesson for recess. I stuck my hand up impatiently and he looked up disturbed, an apple in his palm given to him by the nerdiest girl in the class who had impossibly developed a crush on him. "Aren't we supposed to be out now?" I spoke in an irritated tone, expecting a snap and a whip on the hand with the teacher's evil eyes. The teacher pursed his lips.. "Quite right Samuel". He announced and clicked his fingers for them to rise from their desks. I felt like strangling the teacher by calling me by my full name but dismissed it.

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza rose from her desk and started to walk towards the door. The teacher callrd her up to the desk. "I want you to pay attention more okay sweetie, you came here to learn. Not for daydreaming okay?" The teacher dismissed her and Eliza walked iht the door. She wondered if shw had more classes.with Sams. She shouldn't care, he seemed tempered. She walked down to her next class, Language Arts. Her favorite subject after science, she sat down in front of the room so she can really pay attention, she loved to read and write and wanted to read in front of the class so she can show off her talents of reading skills.

    Sam shuffled forward and caught Eliza before she could go in. "Uh, it's recess". He chuckled with a friendly smile, his converses squeaking on the slippery marbled floor.


    Sam:

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza looked at Sam and smiled a little. "Thanks for the jeads up". She turned pink and was embrassed she went out in the hallway as it slowly got empty. She went out into her locker d put her supplirs from the morning away and she smiled. She stood and seen the teachers gossipping abkut which kids are the worst, girls talking about after school activites, boys talking about football practice. Thingd was just like a regualr high school, once again she was all alone.

    I smiled. "No problem". I replied, disappointed she had left. I shrugged and sloped away toward the entrance to the field. I walked along the path, kids sneering at me endlessly. I sighed, my eyebrows creasing in forlorn.

    [Center][font=georgia][i]Eliza walked down around the outside of the school and caught Sam at the filelf. She went to rhe benches and sat down to look at what was going in. "Sam!" She said and looked around and smiled. He was kinda cute, his black hair was always in his face. It kinda made her crazy but she wasn't that east to get, most of the boyfriends she had was blondes and it was different with Sam because he has black hair. It was nice to look at.

    I suddenly looked up startled by the voice but then realized it was Eliza. I smiled, my hair swept to the side revealing my eyes which not many people really saw. "What's up?" He grinned, glad he'd made some sort of friend.


    What does Eliza look like?