12-31-2010, 10:11 AM
Name: Anne Smith
Personality: Anne isn't a very strong person mentally. She cries alot and can't stand being in any type of relationship. She is naive and tends to be easily manipulated into doing things she normally wouldn't. She tries hard in school to get good grades, and she does. Anne is also a conservative girl that hates being in groups. She will actually freeze up and sometimes faint. However she loves to draw and is an exceptional artist, the only reason she was excepted into the school.
Strengths: She is very good with drawing and painting. She writes okay poetry, though that's something she keeps hidden from others, and she is good in school.
Bio: Anne grew up in America with her uncle and aunt from an early age. Her parents died in a car crash, when she was 2, so she never remembered them much. When she was 7 they moved to Scotland, because her Uncle got a job offer. At 9 they moved again back to America.She was an only child and grew up basically alone as her aunt and uncle worked all the time. At 10, they found her sketches and were impressed. She quickly took them away. She had hoped no one would see them.
Her aunt appiled her for the School of Arts and she got in. The school became her home away from home. Despite the teachers attempts, she refused to be in the school plays. Instead she helped with the sets and props being painted.
Anne stepped from the car nervously. "Bye Annie!" Her aunt called childishly behind her. She looked down at her black boots and sighed quietly. She shouldered her small bag, and picked up her suitcase in one hand. She walked along the path to the school, the blustery, New York wind blowing her short brown hair. She raised her green eyes to look around the area, same as always on the first day of school. New students were arriving and some of them were taller than her she sighed, deciding to wait for the one friend she had at the school. She saw Elizabeth's blonde head coming into view and she smiled and waved, not one into the squealing hugs other girls gave each other. "Let's go!" Elizabeth said, running ahead of her friend. Anne had no choice, but to follow.
image: from google
edit: by me
Last edited by Always_And_Forever_MeGeek : 12-31-2010 at 10:20 AM.