Post by Katrina Sanders on Nov 4, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -5
KATRINA BROOKE SANDERS.
I want to feel weightless,
and that should be enough,
but I'm stuck in this fucking rut,
waiting on a second hand pick-me-up,
and I'm over getting older,
THE BASIC INFO.
"i was born in Trenton, New Jersey on May 16, 1990, making me 18 years old. my parents named me Katrina Brooke Sanders but these days i prefer my friends to call me Kat, Kit Kat, Brooke. i'm Scene and i'm currently an employee at Hot Topic in the Mall. i stand at around 5'8 and i'm slender yet curvey in all the right places. my hair is black with choppy layers, my eyes are hazel and people say i look like Kat Von D.. you might recognise me by my obscene behavior. i'm bisexual, in case you were wondering, and i'm Christian. nobody knows I was abused by my mother up until I ran away from home at the age of 14..."
THE LIFE STORY.
As strange as it may be I was born on a cold and snowy winter day on May 16, 1992. I know your thinking what the hell its May how can it be snowing? Well, I can't really tell you anything except thats Jersey for ya. I'm an only child and thank god for it. After my cute baby phase wore off and I began to walk around and get to explore the world is when life turned upside down and inside out. I remember the day like it was yesterday, it was my first day of kindergarden I was so happy. I met a ton of new kids and I loved my teacher. Though when all the other kids ran to their mom or dad after school was over I was left there all alone, I had to walk myself home. It wasn't so bad, until I got lost. My house was only two or three blocks west of the school, I thought I knew my way home. I made a wrong turn some where and got lost. My dad found me on his way to work, he worked at a factory down town on the late night shift. He took me home and my mother beat me senseless. I went to school everyday thanking god the escape that he gave me. I knew some where deep down inside that this was not right, my father was never home..too busy working to put food on the table while my mom sat down on her ass all day waiting for me to get home to take her anger out on.
By the time I got to middle school the beating got worse. It wasn't just a slap here and there or a push to the floor. It was starting to be punches and slaps and kicks. The bruises where harder to cover without anyone seeing. Though living in a place that is cold almost 24/7 was nice because long sleeves became my best friends. Despite my terrible home life I never let it get to me at school. I was an A honor roll kid with allot of friends. Even though I could never have friends over or go over to anyone's house people just thought I had strict parents, which wasn't so much of a lie. My mom was at an all time high when I went into the eighth grade. She was now literally beating me till I couldn't stand. I couldn't do gym or any sports activities because dressing out involved shorts and a tank top that would clearly display my broken and bruised body.
It was the day of my 14th birthday that I got the best present of my life. The chance to escape. My dad, god bless him gave me a train ticket to Cambridge to attend school, to make a better life for myself. I packed my bags and waited till my mom passed out. I kissed my dad's cheek as I took a cab to the train station and started my life over. So here I am remaking my life. Getting things right and forgetting all about my past.
THE PRESENT DAY.
So as you can see I have had a pretty rough past, but fukk it life is lived my the moments you make and take so I'm over it. Now that I have more freedom to go and do what I please I take it to my advantage. I love parties, boy, girls, music, dance, sports, art, bright colors, sex, smoking, drinking, cars, and pretty much anything that involves people. I'm outgoing and never refuse a chance to go to a party. Since I moved her I started taking dance lessons in hip hop and classical dancing. Two totally different styles but I love it. Dance is my escape from reality, along with music. I listen to allot really, mostly rock/metal/dance/pop/hip hop/r&b. Like I said though I'm pretty open to anything. I love parties. Drink+Boy+Girl+Music+Dancing=FUN. I guess you could say I'm the life of the party. People know me for my wild antics and loud mouth. I tend to get a bit pissy when I have had allot of drinks, there for I don't tolerate bull shit from people. I dance with guys and girls because fukk it who am I to chose, I like both. Sex is something fun to me, I wouldn't say I abuse it and am a whore, but if I'm in a relationship I want it just as bad as men. I'm a shameless flirt. I don't really care if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend that won't stop me. I speak my mind allot and don't hold back. I'm proud to say my past has made me stronger and that I will never put myself in a position where I don't know how to fight back. I tend to snap allot at people when I'm in a bad mood, I hate that I do that but I tend to just bottle my emotions up till I just can't take it. I hate it so much cuz thats how my mother was, it hurts me to see that I learned that from her. I also don't really open up to people. Sure I have lots of friends and have boyfriend/girlfriends but some/most get frustrated with me because I never tell them my past.
I do want to fall in love one day. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I get hurt allot. People take me as the quick fuck and dump kinda of girl, but I'm not. I just have a problem with real relationships. I'd love to find a guy who is like me, that sucks at relationships so we can both help one another. I hate being alone and I hate the thought of never finding love. I'm not sure if I believe in true love, but If I find it I'll be sure to tell the world. I know I can be a bitch and I know that I can say things I don't mean, but when I say I love you I mean it. I just wish people understood that.
As far as school goes its not that bad. I still keep my grades up to an A-B level, which is good considering that amount of time I really don't go to class. I work at the Wall Mart thats not to far from school. I hate it. It sucks ass. My boss is a dick. The people that go there suck and mess everything up. But it pays for my cell phone, food, and other shit so I stick with it even though I want to burn that ugly blue vest that I'm forced to wear.
There isn't much else to say about me. Just get to know me and I'm sure we will be friends, Don't piss me off and we won't have any problems. Other then that thats all you really need to know.
BEHIND THE SCENES.
hi, my name is Brianna/Bri and i play Emery & Katrina. i'm an 17 year old female and i live in the USA. you can contact me by omgxitsxbrixbri-AIM. i found this site Charley and just so you know, this is what my average post is like:Brianna walked around the crowded streets eyes casted down to the pavement not paying attention to where she went or who she bumped into. Her phone was shut off and tossed into the bottom of her rather large patten leather bag that hung off her caramel tanned skin. Brianna was dressed in a white and silver sparkled tank top that was dressy with some dark stained jeans that fit her curves just right. Even with the nice clothes her eyes showed her true feelings. Confusion, depression, anger. She hadn't talked to Jess or anyone since the night that she last saw Vincenzo. Hell Brianna hadn't even shown up to class. Her mind was going insane and she needed a break. This was her first day back in town from her "run away". Yes a runaway, Brianna took her car and just drove. Thank god she had money left over in her bank to pay for her gas and food.
Sighing Brianna realized that she was in need of a drink. Her mouth was dry and tasted rather foul due to the "cotton mouth" sensation she felt. Walking toward the cafe she went inside and scanned the menu. "I'll take an Caramel Frappacino please" she said pulling her wallet out and paying the rather nice cashier. Waiting quietly she scanned the buzzing coffee shop to see that there was no seats. Dammit..there are no seats. Once her coffee was ready she mumbled a thanks and went outside to look for a seat. With luck there was only one seat left but it was at a table were a beautiful girl sat alone dressed in what seemed to be high class clothing. Walking over Brianna smiled at the girl. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but do you mind if i sit here. There seems to be no more chairs left" she said with a chuckle hoping that the girl wouldn't be rude and would let her sit.
Brianna had allot on her mind and she just wanted to relax and drink her coffee. Looking at the girl again she realized that she hadn't seen this girl before. Was she new in town? She surely didn't go to her school, maybe she was a graduate? But hell Brianna surely would have remembered a rich girl like her. It wasn't every day that you saw people wearing high class outfits like this. Cept for Vincenzo. Ahh Vincenzo the man who was rattling her brain the most at the moment. Everything was great, even with her finding out that Vincenzo wasn't just involved with her but with other woman as well things were OK. But no! The night had to be ruined by someone almost killing Vincenzo, then he constant stupidly only made things worse. Saying I love you to a man who is obviously a man whore, what in the hell was she thinking!? All she knew now was that she wished that somehow she could warn Vincenzo's true girlfriend of the lies that Vincenzo was feeding her. Little did she know that the girl she was looking for was sitting right in front of her.
