Amalia Alice Black <3

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THE SHAKE ,
awful feeling.

name , Anna Jackson
age ,15
years roleplaying , closing in on two
when can you be on ,after school, anytime during the summer
who/what showed you this site ,it was on wolfcower

MOVING ON ,

pb , Alexis Bledel
full name , Amalia Alice Black
nicknames , Mally
age ,17
grade ,Junior
family , Amalia has a sister named Brithers and her step-mother Carolyn, father Howard, and mother Ashley(deceased)

personality Amalia is right there in your face, and constantly has something to say. You will never doubt what she thinks about a particular topic because she will always tell you. Amalia values her friends above all else (except her cat) and fiercely protects them. She never thinks before she speaks and that gets her into some trouble. She's caring and kind to those that are her friends but seems slightly cold to those who don't know her. She has her faults and loves every minute of it.

dislikes , Amalia dislikes, rap, Carolyn, posers, snobs, brussel sprouts, and the color teal.

secrets , Deep down she's scared, she's scared that everyone will leave her, and she's terrified that she will be forgotten.

flaws , She often times comes off harsh or cruel, she talks entirely too much and teachers hate her for it, she can be naive about things, and she is very critical.

history , Amalia's childhood wasn't abnormal. She grew up in the lazy town of New Bern, North Carolina, and had lots of playmates. She acted in the local theatre and wrote short stories constantly. Her mother was a painter while her father owned a small business, she has never gone with out, and lived in a nice neighborhood. On the outside everything was perfect, but if you delved deeper things crumbled.

The tiny town was too small, and scandal spread easily. For fear that his wrong doings would reach his children Howard moved his family off to California on the otherside of the country, he soon found work at a recording company and became quite friendly with the secretary Carolyn Bosworth. Old habits die hard. Amalia was very close with her mother and would spend hours a day sitting in her studio watching her mother create masterpieces. She loved the way her mothers hair would shine when the light hit it, and she loved how her mothers eyebrows would come toghether and tongue would sneak out of the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating. In Amalias eyes her mother was perfect.

Howard thought everything was going smoothly, and Amalia had no idea anything was wrong. But on August,1st,2006 Amalia's fifteenth birthday her mother killed herself, a single bullet to the head. Amalia found her mothers body at four p.m. after coming back from her birthday lunch with a couple of friends. Things like that are not easy to forget, Amalia has spent the last couple of summers in intense therapy. Her doctor encouraged her writing in hopes that she would get all her feelings down on paper, and it does work to a certain degree. Amalia now lives with Carolyn, Brithers, who was only nine when their mother died, and her father Howard.

aspirations , She apsires to be a famous actress or writer, she's been doing both for as long as she can remember.

roleplay , "Notebook, check. Laptop, check. Rum Tum Tugger, check." Amalia mumbled going over the packing checklist to herself.
She was going to start her junior year and she had to have everything. Tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear she squatted down in front of the large pink trunk that was taking up most of her room. She started rifiling through it in attempts to find her stuffed animal, the most precious thing she owned, a striped tabby named Rum Tum Tugger from the Broadway play Cats.

"Maybe not check..." She mumbled. Standing up she stretched her longs legs doing a once over of her small hot pink room. "Brithers!" She yelled.

The small frame of her eleven year old sister appeared at the doorway almost instantly. "Yes?" She asked meekly.

"Where's Rum Tum Tugger?" Amalia asked placing a hand on her hip.

"I don't know." Her sister was lying, she could tell, her face always turned bright red when she was lying.

Extending a hand she bent her fingers indicating for Brithers to cough it up. "Come on."

"Fine." Brithers mumbled dejectedly dissapearing and reappearing silently. Rum Tum Tugger was tucked tightly against her chest. "I don't want you to go Mally." She whined.

"I know, I'm sorry." She said soothingly crossing the room hugging her sister. "I'll be back before you know it ok?" She squeezed her sister once more and then placed the toy into the trunk.

"I love you." Brithers told her, biting her full lower lip.

"I love you too, squirt." Amalia smiled dragging her trunk out of her room.
"Dad, I'm ready!" Amalia yelled up the stairs waiting for her dad, Carolyn was probably chattering away about nothing taking up his time.

"Coming sweetie." He called down to her his voice strained.
This would be the last time she saw all of her family for quite awhile, and she couldn't honestly say she was sorry. She would be free of Carolyn, free of Brithers whining and free of her dads whithering stares when she did something Carolyn didn't approve of. The only thing she would miss was her actual cat McCavity. She had an unhealthy love for all things broadway, a little something she had picked up from her mother, aside from her mothers healthy brown hair.

She glanced around the foyer, all the pictures were of her family and Carolyn. No, Amalia did not consider Carolyn part of the family, and didn't think she ever would. Carolyn was the enemy, Carolyn was the reason her mother was gone, Carolyn should be ostracized. Brithers loved her, she didn't know the events leading to their mothers death, and Amalia didn't have the heart to tell her, Brithers should be as happy as she possibly could.
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