Post by steff on Aug 9, 2009 19:10:44 GMT -5
savannah calico munroe.
s e v e n t e e n. f e m a l e. f i e s t y. m i d d l e c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!well, my name is savannah calico munroe. i was named after my grandma, which is a-okay with me because that lady is bomb. my middle name is really random, obviously. it's not something i would ever go by because it's so dang random. my father was really all dung-ho for the art stuff and his favorite artist who was some unknown dude.. yeah, his last name was calico. i'm not sure how he convinced my mother to let him even give me a middle name like that, but whatever. i go by sav or s or hannah or ana or whatever else people can come up with. honestly, i like savannah better than anything. but, do what you want with it.
i was born may first, seventeen years ago. so, i'm not exactly an adult, but i'm not a baby either. i was born right here in iowa. you know, no big deal. i was a planned kid, so that's always good. can you tell i have nothing to say about this? because i don't. my parents didn't give me a play by play of the day i was born. so, sorry. but, i think i'm pretty grateful for that. noooot gonna lie.
i like art, painting, sketching, playing guitar, going to concerts, flirting, talking, texting, going to parties, dancing, hanging with friends, sleepovers, laughing, music, singing, relationships, hookups, sex, love, holding hands, alcohol, chatting online, going out to see movies, not talking about myself as much as i am now.
i hate boys who are stubborn and can't admit things, racism, sexism, being alone, the quiet, hangovers, hookups, alcohol, drugs, crying, bad music, judgmental people, people who don't try, breaking up, relationships, being indoors for long periods of time, being tired, being on the computer for long periods of time, odd numbers, the highway, talking about myself as much as i am now.
i would really like to get somewhere with my art or my music. both of which mean a whole lot to me. i want to make my parents proud, even though it feels like they don't care most of the time. i want to find someone who loves me and appreciates me. i want to have a family of my own one day. i just want to live my life to the absolute fullest. that's all there really is to it.
i remember my very, very first paint set. my daddy got it for me and he had it all set up in my room. i wasted all of the paint in the first few days of having it. i must have used up a thousand trees because i used so much paper. i was only six, but i knew from that moment on exactly what i loved to do. i remember one day i snuck into my dad's office when i was twelve and that was the first time i picked up a guitar. it was amazing.
i'm actually in a relationship right now. his name is damien september and i honestly love him to death. he means the world to me. we've been together for around a year or so. our whole relationship is actually a secret right now. his parents aren't too fond of me, so when they found out about our relationship they just weren't standing for it. i'm so glad he didn't just give up on me. i would have been heartbroken.
moving on: i think i sorta have two sides to me. let me start off with the good side. i'm a kind person. if i'm friends with you, i'm never going to back down. i'm just really loyal when it comes to a friendship. trust me, i will have your damn back. i know what it's like to have friends turn on you and it's just not something that i would do. never. i also work really really hard for the things that i want. i don't expect anything to be handed to me. actually, i would rather know that i worked for something then have it handed to me. i just get a greater sense of accomplishment from that. now, the part that isn't too great about me is my attitude toward most people. i know that i can be a little.. okay.. really rude sometimes. but, most of the time bitches deserve it. that's just how i am and i'm not going to change for anybody. i love partying and i guess that's something you can just automatically figure out by the way i compose myself. i'm not a slut or anything, so that's not what i mean. but, i'm just really loud. i like talking and having conversations and sometimes that can get on people's nerves. literally, i will walk up to a random person on the street and just start making conversation. that's just who i am and i like who i am. i can see how it would get frustrating though. so, don't blame a soul for that. haha. i'm really flirtatious too. boys are just so.. i love them. i love talking to them, i love trying to figure them out. all of that stuff. that's part of the reason why i'm always at parties. i don't even need to have sex with them or anything, even though that would be a big plus, i just like chatting them up and trying to figure them out. it's not like they're that complicated, but either way. you catch my drift.
i drink a little bit way too much sometimes. i need to cut it out and i've had a pregnancy scare before. it happened like.. the third time i had sex. it was really bad. before damien i was hooking up with any guy who was remotely attractive. you would think i would learn a few things from that. yeah, i didn't. my history goes a little something like this:
When Lauren Munroe first got impregnated, Thomas wasn't too sure about what he was going to do. Months before it happened, they were planning on finally having a child and raising him or her together. Excited that they were going to finally be parents. They were madly in love with each other, though not yet married, but they were completely convinced that they were ready to do it. So when they did, and it shot through Thomas Munroe's head that he was going to be a father, he froze. During the seventh month of Lauren's pregnancy he packed his bags and left the house, leaving Lauren behind, who was just months from giving birth. And she was all alone.
On May first, came the child that she had always wanted. The child of whom the father had left alone. Lauren took care of her as best as she possibly could alone. She had absolutely no help and it was growing hard to care for her on her own. Money was going down the drain as she bought her clothes and food, not even being able to buy food for herself. And as she went through all that, Thomas was miles away, thinking of what a horrible person he had been for leaving the love of his life behind just because he was being a coward. He packed his bags for the second time, and took a flight back to Iowa.
About a year later, he appeared back at the front door of Lauren's house, begging on his knees for her to please take him back. That he wanted everything to be a part of his little daughters life. Of the girl who had just turned a year old without ever seeing her father. She took him back and after that Savannah learned to know that this was the man he was suppose to call Daddy as she crawled around the house. So, that was exactly what she did and as the years went by the money problems got better and better.
When Savannah was five Lauren and Thomas finally got married. It had been one of the most spontaneous days of little Savannah's life. Seeing her mother in a gorgeous long white dress, and her father all nicely dressed. Of course, she couldn't quite understand what was going on. But, even in the mind of a five year old she knew very well that this was an important day. So, after that day, for two years the two of them got along incredibly well. But, after Savannah turned seven, their attitude toward one another changed immensely.
After those two years, Savannah's heart slowly started to break away. Her parents were constantly arguing with one another. Always screaming, and soon enough they even had to make another bedroom for Lauren because she absolutely refused to sleep in the same room as that man. Savannah never had understood how it happened, and for a seven year old to see her parents in such a matter, it really wasn't something to be excited about. But, no matter how much the little girl screamed and covered her ears with her little hands, they didn't bother to even try. Yet, to this day, as Savannah is seventeen, they haven't bothered to get a divorce. But, she no longer has to worry about any of it. Living far away from them and going on with her own life.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be steff, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be miley cyrus. i've been doing this for six years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
The big problem with Alexander was that he didn't entirely realize just how weak he was. He thought that he could strut around and be perfectly fine. He walked around acting like he wasn't the least big effected by his fathers death. When that one year anniversary had struck, he hadn't said a word about it. He had heard his mother sobbing softly in the next room that one day she took off of work, but he didn't even go inside to hold her. He still remembered that day clearly. He had barely even uttered a single word. It was a more than beautiful day outside, but inside that house it might as well have been lit with the flames of hell. Alexander could barely take being in there, that he had simply left the house without a word, leaving his mother to eat dinner that night completely alone just like she had done with him countless times before. That feeling in the pit of his stomach was not one that he could just shove aside. One of Alexander's many talents was pushing what he felt to the side. He was good at it at this point. He was good at not showing how he was feeling on his face and he was good at emptying out his mind. But, when it came to this topic, he was a total failure. Normally, you would have to be incredibly close to Alexander to be able to read him well. You would have had to spend a hell of an amount of time with him to be able to analyze the different emotions shown in his eyes or those little flinches of emotion that quickly came and left on his face. But, mention his father and you could be a total stranger and notice that expression of his drop. He would do anything to get away from the topic. Use his father as a way of getting him to do something and he'll get pissed. Mention the way he died or him in general and Alexander would be right back to being upset, finding some reason to leave or back out of the conversation. That one topic always got to him and it always would get to him. It probably didn't help much that he had never really truly spoken to anyone about it, either.
The way he had sat in his car for a few long moments and come to terms with what he was doing to himself and the people around him.. Alexander did that often. He would just stop dead in his tracks, stare off into space and for that very slight moment he would feel completely horrible. Completely useless. He knew that he wasn't getting anything out of this. He was getting a night to be able to forget and relax, but then the next morning, everything he was trying to ignore would hit him even harder. Then, that shitty feeling that he would get would get his blood boiling, because Alexander was just famous for that short temper of his and that temper even came around when he was starting to realize that he was wrong; that what he was doing was wrong. Then, he would go right off and do whatever it was he was previously trying to keep himself from doing. It was just one long vicious cycle that he couldn't seem to break out of. Ha. He was barely even trying. Maybe if Alexander would quit fucking around and he actually dealt with the fact that his actions were wrong and he was an idiot he would be able to turn himself in a different direction. Maybe then he would be able to realize that with the grades he had in school he wasn't going to get anywhere, that he was ruining his relationship with his mother and the few people who actually really cared about him, that he was screwing up his body and mind with the drinking, not to mention his mental state of being. Maybe then he would realize that treating other people like total shit wasn't the way to go. That cheating time after time wasn't going to get him anywhere. One day, people were going to give up on him. They were going to get sick of his shit and they were going to move on. This was the last way that he wanted to live his life. But, when you're a seventeen year old boy and your name is Alexander Leonardo Wyatt, you aren't really ever thinking clearly.
When December had joked about following him around one day, Alexander couldn't help but allow that thought to sink it more than it would have for anyone else who had been having a conversation such as that one. He knew very well that what he was saying to December wasn't true, so therefore he knew very well that if she ever did have the nerve to follow him around every little step and turn he took would prove each and every single word of his wrong. Obviously, he wasn't worried about December stalking him out of the blue one day, he honestly didn't think she would have the nerve to do something like that. He was fully aware that the girl was capable of quite a bit. Even though he was sure he didn't have her fully convinced and wrapped around his finger with the argument he was trying to make about his partying and constant drinking, he thought that he was getting somewhere with her. That maybe the conversation would pop up here and there a few more times, but pretty soon he was going to wipe it off of her mind. That pretty soon she would drop the conversation completely and he would be able to go about his life without her worrying about it. But, he needed to a bit more convincing and her knowing where he was going wasn't helping him out in the least. So, using his mother as an excuse to get off the computer and get out of the house seemed to be the most convincing way to get about doing that. After all, who in the world used an excuse like that? It was truthfully a bit cold of him. Alexander should not have been using the mother he loved and cared about, who was always out working to try to make a better life for the two of them as an excuse. Especially an excuse to go out drinking. She didn't deserve that. Actually, she deserved a hell of a lot better than that and lately, she deserved a better son as well.
As Alexander escaped from that house with a drink in his hand and he pressed his back up against that rough, hard wall he hadn't felt more relaxed since the last time he had had a drink in his hand. The back of his head slowly leaned back, those soft nearly black curls of his getting pressed between his head and the wall. After a few seconds, he took another swig of his drink before going back to that position he seemed to find so comfortable. Words could never begin to explain how good that liquid felt sliding down his throat. That stinging sensation he had already grown quite used to, but never seemed to get old for him. Any normal person who only did this occasionally wouldn't have found so much joy in a simple swig of a drink. No, because Alexander wasn't a normal person. He had let this get completely out of hand. Little did he know that this time, his actions were seven times more idiotic than they usually were. Because the girl who he had last expected to see was just around the corner and was about to spot him. He had been so out of it and in his own little world, that he hadn't felt the slight movement to his side of her turning the corner and then going back to where she came from. The grip on his drink was stronger than it usually was as he held it down to his side. Those chocolate brown eyes were hidden behind his eyelids until he decided to bring his right arm up again and allow his lips to come up to that plastic red cup for another drink. He wasn't about to get that chance again, though. The hand with his drink didn't come up to place it between his lips, it shot up in surprise from the sudden perky voice that he heard coming near him. December had done a damn good job at startling him, that was for sure.
Alexander's body jumped slightly and he pushed himself off the wall, his right hand came up in surprise and half of the liquid came flying up onto his shirt. Looking down at his somewhat soaking shirt, he couldn't think too long on it as he looked back up and allowed his eyes to meet the eyes he had seen so many times before. The last pair of eyes he wanted to see at that very moment, if he was going to be dead honest. His jaw had dropped ever so slightly as soon as she had begun to speak in that unbearable voice. Just her sarcastically asking if his mother was inside was enough to already start to get his blood boiling. Lips coming close together, he clenched his teeth tightly as his eyes gazed into hers. Keeping eye contact, even at moments like these, had never once been a problem for Alexander. When she repeated herself and that tone of hers dropped into that cold one, he knew he was in a hell of a lot of trouble. Him and December argued a lot, that was for sure. But, this wasn't one of those petty little things that they always seemed to annoy each other with and Alexander knew that this wasn't a damn joke. He allowed a pause to fall between them as soon as he realized she was waiting for him to reply to her. Silence. Finally, he parted his lips to speak. "I don't need permission from mommy to do whatever I want, sweetheart." His tone was just as cold as hers had been, the sweetheart added in just to mock her. Bringing his now half full cup back up to his mouth, he tilted his head back and downed the rest of what was in it, before taking a few steps forward so he was closing quite a bit of the space between them. "And I sure as hell don't need yours either." Stepping to the side, he threw the empty cup at her feet as he began to walk forward and past her.
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