FAE, codi manuella

[codi manuella fae]

/*CODI MANUELLA FAE!
|I'M JUST A FOOL WHO'S WILLING TO SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR YOU|

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/*THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS ME!
(THIS PART IT ALL ABOUT YOU!)
|AND AFTER HE'S BEEN HOOKED I'LL PLAY THE ONE THAT'S ON HIS HEART|

Houston we have a problem (just kidding)! WHIT has just touched down and
started strutting HER stuff around this rainy, old town! She has been
role playing for EIGHT years and her two left feet have been
roaming this earth for NINETEEN years! She solemnly swears
to have read the rules and whatever else there is for her
eyes to behold so that she can stop referring to
herself in third person! She joined
because WELL YOU SEEM
PRETTY AWESOME XD

/*AND TAKE A LOOK AT WHO'S IN TOWN!
(AND THIS IS YOUR CHARACTER!)
|GONNA ASK YOU TO DANCE RIGHT HERE IN THE PARKING LOT|

The first day of school the teacher
made me wear a really tacky name tag that
read CODI MANUELLA FAE, I was about seven back
then and today I'm SEVENTEEN years young! My feet touched
the ground in SANTA CRUZ, CALIFORNIA and since then I have seen much
of this itty bitty little world. I currently reside in NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT, but
we'll get to the reason why later. I've been told that I look a lot like CASSIE STEELE, but I am just
so much cooler! You might find me to be a bit CRAZY BITCH, but in truth I am just really FREE SPIRIT!

Oh yeah, and PS- despite what my
first name suggest I am a GIRL
In case you're wondering, I'm into
BOTH GUYS AND GIRLS Oh,
and I rumble with the STUDENTS!

Here's a little extra. I have a yorkie named Milly I love
thunderstorms, chocolate, spicy foods, cooking, the color
blue and red, lilies. I hate strawberry ice cream and
ignorant people along with bullies and idiots. I have
my tongue pierced, my tragus pierced, snakebites, and 3 tattoos.
The one thing that I'm scared of is turning out like my mom.

Now I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself, huh? Well let's start with the easy stuff: how I act.
I love to laugh. When I laugh, others laugh. I guess I just have that type of infectious laugh. Its
above a giggle but not a full on cackle. Make a funny joke: I laugh. Trip and fall: I laugh.
Laughing is natures medicine, that's the way I see it. I've been like that since I was a
baby. I was always giggling about something. Sometimes someone will say
something and no one will get it. No one except me that is. I have
a way of cheering people up with my laughter.
I just have a gift. Besides, life is way too
short to be serious about
every little thing.

Hmmm, what next?
I can ooze sarcasm. Say something stupid:
prepare to be targeted. Irritation is when I use
sarcasm the most. I'm also likely to be super sarcastic when I've just
talked to my stepmom and stepsisters. Whenever I'm upset or pissed off, sarcastic remarks will
come flying out of my mouth. I'm not necessarily trying to hurt people when I'm sarcastic. Most days I'm
just have a lot of pent-up frustrations inside and I'm just to letting them loose. On the days when I'm not upset
and I'm just being sarcastic because its needed, my remarks are funny, well some of them are anyway. Everyone
has a sarcastic flavor right? Some people are just more open about it. Sometimes you just may need a reality check.

There's no mistaking it. I love to party. I'm the type that'll party till 4 in the morning
and do it all over again the next day. Give me a bottle of alcohol
and some good music and I'll be fine for a very long time.
I love to throw and crash parties. I love to be the
center of attention. Now whether that attention
is good or bad is up for debate. It doesn't
matter to her though. Life's too
short to be serious all the
time. A party is just
the thing you
need to liven
things up.

One thing can
be said about me, I'm
creative. I love to write and even
have a book full of lyrics. Music is my passion
and its the only thing I want to do with my life. Screw
everything else. That creativity isn't just limited to that. I also puts that
into the way I dress. I have my own sense of style. I dress for my own satisfaction and no one
else's. Don't like the way I dress? Then don't go out and buy the outfit. I'm going to do what she does best no matter what.

Now onto something a bit harder. My family. I belonged to Gordon and Manuella Fae. They had been trying for a baby for
a few years even though the doctors told them that it would likely not happen because Manuella's chances of producing
children were extremely slim. So, finally, after a few years of no progress, their child was born. The entire time
that Manuella was pregnant, they were sure she was having a boy. That obviously was not the case.
They were to partial to the name to think of a a new one, not to
mention they hadn't thought of any girl names.
So they decided to stick with the original
name and call me Codi Manuella.

I always had
a love for music. I was
always in my room singing my heart
out and I begged my parents for music lessons.
My parents finally agreed. I started out in piano, which I
liked well enough. However, when I was eleven years old I fell in love
with the guitar. My father didn't approve, thinking it wasn't a suitable instrument for a
young lady, but my mom encouraged me to follow my heart. My mother was always supportive like that.

I guess my family may have seemed perfect, but they were far from it. In fact, my mom was bipolar and also developed
a case of depression as the years progressed. She would have manic episodes, where one minute she was happy
as hell and the next she hated the world. Whenever she would have her 'episodes' as the doctors and my dad
called them, she would go into a state of deep depression. sometimes they lasted hours, other
times days, and still other times, weeks. I had learned to deal with it up until
I was 13. that's when my mom committed suicide. I was devastated.
I had lost my best friend. I blamed my dad.
I felt like he was always pressuring
her to be something she wasn't.

Six months later,
my dad announced that
he was getting re-married. Can you
believe that? He'd just buried his wife
and he was already trying to replace her.
Even worse was who his new wife would be. She
was nothing like my mom. Her name was Tammy and seriously
her boob job was bigger than her brain. She was my dad's secretary. I'm
convinced he was sleeping with her long before my mom died. She had two awful
daughters who were just like her too. Kandi and Kassi. All I could think about was how I was in pure hell. I
couldn't even talk to him about it. It wasn't like were were ever that close. He probably wouldn't listen anyway.
He'd just take Tammy's side on everything. Like when she wanted to redo the entire house because she hated the
decor, even though my mom had done it. Dad just let her saying maybe they did need a change.

I began...changing. I had already changed quite a bit after my mom died but I changed even more after my
dad got remarried. And it became clear that I didn't matter in the family anymore. My grades started
dropping and I started hanging with a bad crowd. I was smoking, drinking, doing drugs,
and having sex. When things got unbearable and I couldn't cope, I even started
cutting myself. I knew what I was doing was destructive, but if no one
else cared, why should I? The only thing that kept me even
slightly sane was my music.

The last straw
was when dad forgot
about the anniversary
of my mom's death. That day we
were supposed to visit her grave and put a
bunch of her favorite flowers from her garden there.
Tammy, however, had different plans. She decided to host a
big dinner. She invited co-workers, friends, neighbors, everyone. The dinner
was supposed to happen the next day, the anniversary of my mom's death. When
I reminded my dad about our own plans, he hesitated, took one look at Tammy's pouty face
and said that we could do it another time. I was pissed. How could he act as if my mom never existed. That
night, I slit my wrists. I was high out of my mind and decided I wanted to be with my mom. My father found me in my
bathroom, barely breathing. It was like my mom all over again. He rushed me to the hospital. The doctors pumped my
stomach and stopped the bleeding. Once I was stable, dad called my Aunt Carmen. She was my mom's younger
sister. They agreed it would be better if I went to live with her in New Haven. So once I was well enough to leave, I
moved across country. She spent the second semester of sophomore year here. My Aunt and Uncle don't really have
too many ground rules. The main thing they insist on is that I go to therapy three times a week and NO CUTTING
or DRUGS. They support my music dream, though they do still want me to go to college.

So now you know just about everything.
/*WORTH YOUR WEIGHT IN GOLD!
(THIS IS WHY YOU ARE HOT!)
|A LITTLE GAMBLING IS FUN WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME|

Another school year to tackle.* That's what Ahrielle thought as she sat on her newly decorated bed in her dorm room. Of course she shared the room with her sister, though that was the only roommate she could be sure of. However, at this was one of those rare moments when she had no idea where her sister was. Odd really, though Ari decided to enjoy this much needed time alone. She and her sister were just about always attached to the hip, so whenever she got the chance to be alone, she took full advantage of it. Of course she should have probably taken this time to catch up on her reading list. There were three books currently staring at her from her desk. She had no interest in any of them though. Well, not when school work was concerned. She'd already read both Frankenstein and Pride and Prejudice. Her parents had given both to her and her sister at a very young age. How many times could a girl really read the story about Ms. Bennett and Mr. Darcy. Of course, deep down she loved the book, but the fact that it was now something she was assigned to read, it made her look at the novel in disdain.

Instead, she picked up her sketchbook. Though both of her parents clearly thought that it was a waste of time, Ari had always been into art and photography. AP Art Drawing and Sculpting would most likely be the highlight of her year. Feel the urge to get a jump on the very first project, a detailed still-life portrait, she picked up her bag and left the dorm. She wrote a note just in case her sister worried and headed for the courtyard. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be the only person who got the bright idea to spend time in the beautiful area. The closer that Ari got to the girl, the more recognizable she became, though she'd never actually had an contact with the girl. She looked exactly like....well, this must be Kaitlin Du Lac's younger sister, who according to gossip girl, was currently ranked a Beta.

Ari, was never one to ignore a new face, especially when it came handpicked with an immediate reputation. She walked over to the girl with a smile plasteredo n her face. "Hey. Reading Frankenstein I see. You must have AP English Language as well. Total drag, I can already tell." She took a seat facing the girl, placing her sketchbook in her lap. "I'm Ahrielle Whitley and if I'm not mistaken, you're Kyle Du Lac right?

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