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× I prefer A l i z a, but if you insist. A l i or L i z a is fine.
× S i x + T e n
× No G a m i n g E q u i p m e n t down there.
× I am the oh-so-abused K a l e y.
× I like me some S a u s a g e V e n d o r s.
× Who I like you ask? I like the sensitive blind guy, what's his name? Oh yeah, G a r r e t.
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Spazzy Around Guys⇷
Easily Embaressed⇷
Sarcastic⇷
Stoic⇷
Quiet⇷
Loyal⇷
Avoids People⇷
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Slightly Afraid of Men⇷
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My name is Aliza and I have a pretty [********] up life.
Then again, doesn't everyone?
Let me start at the beginning. My name is Aliza, I am sixteen years old and my stepfather abuses me.
Wait, that wasn't the beginning. Let me start over.
I was born to a male and a female deeply in love on the night of October 15th, starry with moonlight shining on me, I was born at exactly 12:01 AM. I grew up a happy child, carefree and silly. I loved my father, he was my best friend and brother to me. Then he died. I'm still not sure how or why, all I know is that he left one day. He told my mother and I the same thing he always did before he left the house to go anywhere. "Farewell my loving family, I will see you all later!" it has always been a promise to us, he would always come back to us, safe and sound and loving like always.
Except this time, his promise was broken.
We found him lying on the street outside our house an hour or two later, his throat sliced open raggedly -- he was lying in a lake of his own blood. It was horrible. I thought my mother would never love again, the way she knelt at his grave for days after he was buried. She cried all the time, even for the smallest things and everything reminded her of my father -- then again, it was the same with me.
Too bad she actually did get married again. To a b*****d of a man no less, my hate for him could cross indefinite seas. At first, he was pleasant, nice, kind and caring. Like he was actually trying to be my father -- or perhaps a father-figure. It didn't last long. He showed his true, ugly colors. He is an alcoholic, and he was druck most of the time. Insulting my hair, my clothes, the way I dressed. I was fine with that, I didn't really care what he thought. He was nothing but an inconsiderate a*****e.
Then, the touching began. He began to sneak into my room and touch me at night, molesting me with his wife -- my mother -- right next door. I couldn't take it anymore, I told my mother. She didn't believe me. So I'm stuck in this hell with no hope of salvation, trying to avoid my sick stepfather and keeping up a sarcastic, cold mask all the while.
Life's a b***h.
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