Post by kari2 on Sept 2, 2009 21:13:34 GMT -5
december celia van buren.
s e v e n t e e n. f e m a l e. s a r c a s t i c. w e a l t h y.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!my full name is december celia van buren. i'm not exactly sure why i was named december. i mean, i was born in july. it's a pretty name, though, i suppose. i like it. it doesn't leave much room for nicknames, though. except ember. my close friends call me that all the time. sometimes people call me em as well. then there are the hired help at my home. most of them refer to me as miss van buren. except matilda, of course. i don't know why, but she is determined to keep the miss on it, so i've compromised and told her to call me miss ember. it all works out, i guess. celia was my grandmother's name on my father's side. so they figured they would give it to me as a middle name. it's not so bad. i actually liked celia. she was a strong woman. the kind who could really take care of herself. she was also kind of scary. it was like you knew you had to do what she told you or there would be serious concequences. but she died when i was thirteen. van buren, of course, is my father's last name. i have mixed feelings about it. since i hate my father. but the name itself is pretty classy. then again, my father has been rich his entire life. so it makes sense.
i was born on july sixteenth, nineteen ninety-two. i am currently sixteen years old, but that's only for like a month and a half more. it's pretty exciting. my last birthday was pretty awesome. being it was the sweet sixteen and all. as for the actual date of my birth, i've not heard a lot about it. i think my mother told me one time that it 'hurt a hell whole of a lot' and she doesn't plan to be going through it again anytime soon. it really makes a girl feel loved, you know?
some things i like are um. ice cream, singing, acting, dancing, being silly, hanging out with friends, laughing, having a good time, getting good grades, being right, feeling loved. some things i don't like are being in pain, the way my mother acts, not being able to say what i want, bugs, clowns, silence, danger, writing essays, jerks, skanks, getting in fights.
haha. wow. well, i'm about as straight as they come. i'm no tramp, or anything. trust me, having my mother is enough to deter me from that lifestyle. but i'm pretty sure i could never look at a girl in that way. it's just weird. besides, guys are pretty awesome. well, i mean the attractive ones. wait, that sounded bad. what i mean to say is, i can't not notice when a guy is attractive. but a guy doesn't have to be attractive for me to like him. as a friend, anyway. hey, don't judge me. would you really want to date someone that you thought was ugly? no, i didn't think so.
i'm not exactly one who blabs all of the intricacies of my life, but i suppose i have no choice but to tell you. my mother is what some would call a bit of a... well, a tramp. she's always out "working", but i know what that means. she's entertaining one of her many men. all of which seem to be at least ten or so years younger than her. i don't like to tell people about this. except my very close friends. my other secret, the one that even my friends don't know, is that my father hits me. don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to be all woe is me about it, but it's the truth. i don't really blame him. not most of the time. see, i look remarkably like my mother, who he's come to hate. but celia was very firm in her no divorce policy. so he will never divorce the woman i call mother. instead, he takes his frustrations out on me. i feel bad for him, really i do. i just wish he'd realize that i'm not my mother. i've been trying to keep it covered up for so long now that it's practically ingrained in my dna.i'm sure you're wondering why my mother doesn't put a stop to it, but honestly, she'd notice a speck of dust on a dirt floor before she'd notice anything that went on in my life. in any case, i don't think i'll be able to get out of this situation any time soon, so i've come to deal with it. but i can tell you that my eighteenth birthday will be the day that i leave this god awful place.
okay, in all honesty, i'm actually afraid that i'll never get away from my father. i mean, he's a very powerful man. who knows what he will do to keep me right where he wants me? other than that, i'm afraid of clowns. i had a bad experience at a circus one time. and then someone managed to get me to watch stephen king's it. never again, let me tell you. so now any time a clown is near, i take off like a rocket. you gotta admit, those guys are freaking scary.
other than getting away from my family, i really want to pursue a career of singing. i just love singing. and i've been doing it as long as i can remember. it's the one thing i'm not afraid to do in front of people. and it really lets me get my frustrations out sometimes. i really love playing the guitar, too. it's very soothing. i've also thought about acting, but i don't know. i think i'll stick to music for the most part.
i suppose i should start with the obvious. my mother is elena maria van buren. she's a forty-three year old italian woman who has never known when to quit. unfortunately, we've never been close. she's always been wrapped up in other things, letting the nanny raise me instead of having a child slow her down in all of her endeavors. her most favorite of those endeavors would be her infatuation with men. she's never satisfied, always going after another one. and they're always young. i don't know why she even got married in the first place. it's obvious that she became bored with my father a long time ago. possibly before i was even born. number two on the list would be said father. marcus maxell van buren has always been the kind of guy who liked to use his power. he was born into one of the wealthiest families in the surrounding states and he likes to make it known. i have avery complicated relationship with my father. most days, he's the greatest dad a girl could ask for. he tells me he loves me and i believe him. he'll be kind an gentle. but then there are the days when he just snaps and it's like he's a completely different person. those are the days that i tend to end up with bruises.not every time, but quite a few times, alcohol is involved. i try to stay clear of him when i know he's been drinking but it's only so easy. it's like he's psychic or something. hr always knows when i'm in a ten foot radius. i don't have any siblings, but there is one more person who i've come to love as if she were family. matilda hernendez is my nanny. always has been. she's been there for me more than both of my parents combined. sometimes i think that she's actually my mother and not that whore who pays me no attention. she's a really great person, and i honestly don't know what i'd do without her. of course she knows my father's antics. she's told me why she hasn't said anything to the cops about it. she's afraid that they'll believe him over her (which they would) and he'd have her shipped off. she would no longer be able to keep an eye on me then. it's really very sweet.
well, let's see. i don't think any one point in my life has been too terribly exciting. i've grown up in the society where i have to watch my every step. rich people are no fun, i'll tell you what. i'd like to say that there was a time that i saved a baby from a burning car or something, but sadly that has yet to happen.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be kari, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be demi lovato. i've been doing this for six years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
uh. see noah september, please?
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