Post by ISABELLA ELAINE HASTINGS on Oct 11, 2011 10:56:30 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, background-color: #efefef; width: 300px; border-left: 25px solid #4e4264; padding-bottom: 1px;] ISABELLA ELAINE HASTINGS HISTORY isabella was born on december 25 to belle and sebastian hastings. but she wasn't the only present that they received that year. the young couple of tweny two has the fortunate pleasure of bringing two little bundles of joy into the world prior to isabelle's birth. it seemed like the couple was set for life, but that didn't mean that life was easy for them. raising three girls at the same time was quite a job for the couple, but they managed it with few batle scars. belle was a stay at home mom while sebastian brought in money by working as the owning of one of the wealthiest hotel chains around. when he came home, he was loved by three littles girls, each different than the other. isabella was daddy's little girl though, always there when he needed someone to shoot some hoops with and eat in the middle of the night. but as each girl got older, they matured into the girls they were today. isabella rebelled against all authority, except her father's that is. then the fateful day came when the girls turned eighteen and were given the biggest surprise of their lives, they were all in arranged marriages. all three girls were against it, but the first two were easy to break down. isabella on the other hand, was a much tougher candidate. she was not about to let her parents take control of her love life. so after much fighting, she left home and hasn't hear from her parents ever since though the boy she was arranged to be married with has been trying to contact her. ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW so my name is isabella hastings but people usually call me bella. don't you dare call me bella swan though or i will kick your ass. i have a pretty interesting life. i spend my days roaming the streets, trying to find some food or someone to give a bed to sleep for the night. people usually ignore me though because i look like everyone else. my sister helps me sneak into our house so i can shower and i hide in the mall sometimes so i could get some and maybe some food. if i can't manage to hide, i stick with the other street urchins. even though i hate being touched, i do let some of the other homeless people abuse me. it makes me sick, and i have been known to throw a punch or two but most of the time i stay still all because they give me a bed. ive thought about going back home, and my sisters beg me to but i refuse to. the only way i'll go back is if my parents let me live my own life. i know i shouldn't say this, but my dad has offered to get me my own house and everything i want just so that i could marry this guy. how desperate can they get, right? anyways, im good right now. i met someone that is helping me with a home. technically i'm still homeless, but he does let me stay at his place most of the time. not that i stay there long. i usually sleep for four hours then head out to beg for food and money. ive tried getting a job, but it's hard when my parents have word out that i should be denied till im back home. yeah, they're that wealthy. still, im well off. i have nothing to complain about, though i do think life could be better. oh well. LIKES AND DISLIKES i like alot of things. most of them are a place to sleep and food. but i also like animals, and reading. and i love acting. hell, i went to st. maria's for about a week to become a better actress but after what happened i just dropped out. i love coffee and its actually the easiest thing to find. just drop by a bank and pretend to be in line and stuff, and you can get it for free. hmm, i love music, movies, vintage clothes, and i loved shopping but that was when i had money. i hate more things like my parents demanding ways and the fact that i can't even live a normal life. i hate spiders and peanut butter but thats because im allergic to it. i secretly thing im allergic to spiders too because i feel all itchy when they're around, even after i kill them. i hate mean hobos! especially the ones that aren't compassionate enough to help a fellow hobo. |
ANDREA -- EIGHTEEN -- CENTRAL -- CITIZEN
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