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Location: Dorm//Cafeteria |||||Company: Her mind ||||||Wearing:Good Morning

Letting out a small yawn, the young female pushed herself up then preceded to fall back to the bed. Opening both of her eyes, she stared at her ceiling, blinking every few seconds, while the female thought about the current day. "So today is Monday or is it Tuesday? Either way, I have to finish that art project due by the end of the week." The female finished her thinking and a smile was on her face. Laying in the bed for a few more minutes, Rienna soaked up the morning relaxation before pulling the purple bed covers of her pajama clothed frame and stepping onto the floor. If one looked around the female's room, one could gather Rienna liked shades of purple and a few accents of golden yellow. It just seemed to make the room feel like home. Brushing back her blonde hair, Rienna turned towards her closet, pulling out her normal style of daily wear. Some would say it fit Rienna's personality to a tee.

Heading towards the shower, she placed her morning outfit on the counter top before shutting the bathroom door and stripping down. Most would wonder why she locked the bathroom door behind her. It wasn't like she was sharing but for Rienna it was just an added level of security for her. Turning on the knob for the shower, she waited for a few minutes before stepping in and bunching her blonde hair up to shampoo. She always had that struggle since she was young and her sister absolutely hated how long it would take Rienna to get out of the shower. Placing her hands in her hair, she began to scrub and started to sing an old song she had heard as a child.

Once the last word left her lips, she knew her hair was finished. It was a good timing technique she had. Quickly washing her body, she finished her shower, grabbing a towel and towel drying the blonde hair. Dressing in her morning outfit, she unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out, grabbing her smaller sketchbook on the way out of the dorm. She knew her roommate was awake, given by the open door.

Heading downstairs, Rienna waved to numerous students along the way, skipping once she arrived to the cafeteria. She couldn't see many of her close friends and she shrugged her shoulders absently. They would arrive soon and then the cafeteria would be filled with the sounds of laughter and happiness. Heading over to order her food, she got her normal order and started to chat with the lady as she was waiting for breakfast. Holding the tray in her hands, she looked around the cafeteria again hoping to find someone to sit with. Her eyes scanned the surroundings until she came across an empty table. She knew others would show up. Letting out a big smile, she wandered over, placing the tray down on the empty table. Currently her breakfast tray had pancakes, bacon, and some scrambled eggs.

Leaving her tray for a few minutes, she wandered over to get some utensils and a bit of syrup. Particularly hazelnut. The blonde adored the smell and the taste was always delicious. Letting out a bit of a melody, she twirled in a spin as she took her seat again. Grabbing a knife and fork, Rienna turned her attention towards the pancakes and she couldn't help but let out a small appreciative moan from the hazelnut syrup. A small blush was on her cheeks after the fact and she tried to cover it up with a cough.




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xx ♔┊𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ History
xx ♔┊𝒮𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ AP Art
xx ♔┊𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽
xx ♔┊𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ German
xx ♔┊𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ AP English
xx ♔┊𝒟𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇

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║ ♚. full name ━━ Claire Charlotte Andrews
║ ♚. nickname ━━ Lottie
║ ♚. gender ━━ Female
║ ♚. age ━━ Seventeen
║ ♚. grade ━━ Junior
║ ♚. sexuality ━━ Bisexual
║ ♚. crush ━━ Ezrae


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║ ♚. fact ━━ Claire was born into a wealthy family, meaning she had her daddy wrapped around her finger. Whatever Claire wanted she would get right in that moment. Unfortunately, even being around her hard working bestie, she still wants everything.
║ ♚. fact ━━ Claire is a die-hard romantic, willing to do anything for love. She dreams of finding her own 'prince charming' and living her own fairy tale.
║ ♚. fact ━━ While Claire can seem self-centered, she does have a love for being helpful and being generous towards those who can't seem to afford the most essential things in life.
║ ♚. fact ━━ Claire is a lover of the dramatic arts. She is always auditioning for the lead female role in the school play and normally receives it, due to her spunky nature.
║ ♚. fact ━━ Claire is loyal to those who treat her with respect and will always back her friends up to the best of her ability. She may not be super smart, but she does okay in school.


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║ ♚. character ━━ relationship.
║ ♚. character ━━ relationship.
║ ♚. character ━━ relationship.
║ ♚. character ━━ relationship.
║ ♚. character ━━ relationship.
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║ ♚. username ━━ Chewing on Plastic.

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Location: Dorm//Cafeteria |||||Company: Laila ||||||Wearing:Wishin' on Stars

Letting out a quick huff, Claire felt her bottom lip go into a pout. "But Daddy, you promised me," she replied in a rush, shaking her head as if he was in front of her and not on the phone. "I never get anything I want." she cried out, not caring about potentially waking up her roommate. She was starting to become very frustrated and you could see it all on her face. She was about to proceed into a rant when she heard the defeated sigh on the other line. A smile spread across her lips and she wanted to clap her hands in happiness. She had won. This scenario seemed to always play itself out to Claire's benefit. "So you'll take care of it right?" There was a small pause and the word 'yes' uttered. "Oh thank you Daddy. You're the best. I love you." She finished, giving a kiss and hanging up her phone.

She looked towards the clock on her dresser and let out a string of choice words. She was late. "Ugh, why does this always happen to me?" She asked herself, running over to her closet and pulling out the clothes, tossing them onto the floor and the bed. She found one that she approved of and headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and turning the shower on. She would have preferred a bath but time wasn't on her side today. The warm water hit her skin and she sighed in contentment. Taking a bottle of rose scented body wash, she ran the liquid along her skin and washed it off quickly. Wrapping herself in a towel, she applied her normal makeup, puckering her lips to make sure it looked perfect. Her future 'prince charming' would appreciate her normal routine.

Her mind couldn't help but drift towards her life out of high school, attached to her prince, smiling up at him as he looked down at her with love in his eyes. They would laugh and he would say how he didn't deserve a woman like Claire and she would blush and say he was perfect. A dreamy sigh left her lips as she finished her makeup and dressed still in a slight trance. Grabbing her phone, she checked her messages only to frown at no text from Tatianna. That was not like her. Letting out a huff, she looked at herself in the full sized mirror next to her room and she knocked on her roommate's door. "Good mornin' sugar. I'll see you down at breakfast." She replied, shutting the dorm door behind her as she entered the hallway.

She headed downstairs and towards the cafeteria, grabbing her breakfast and nodding at the lady at the register. "Daddy says he'll take care of it," she commented, taking the tray and scanning the tables. She didn't see anyone that she extremely close with but she decided it was good to branch out from the theater friends of hers. Her omelette balanced on the plate as she slid into a table. "Good mornin'." she replied, smiling a big smile as she glanced towards the girl's tablet. "It's breakfast and you're already studying. That's impressive."




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xx ♔┊𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ Math
xx ♔┊𝒮𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ Theater
xx ♔┊𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽
xx ♔┊𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ Latin
xx ♔┊𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹┊ ━ History
xx ♔┊𝒟𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇







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Where: Grand Staircase
With: No one but thoughts
Wearing: Christmas Time

Letting out a small sigh, Elizabeth couldn't help but shake her head at the view in her line of sight. So many lights and color filled her vision that for a small second it made her head hurt. Pulling against her collar, Elizabeth gave a small smile to the young girl across the aisle on the train. She could see the joy within her eyes and it made Elizabeth think back to her younger days. She reached into her coat pocket and took a glance at the invitation that she had won. Most would laugh at the contest that had given Elizabeth the break from college that she needed. It had started as an ordinary day until she had heard over the radio station that there was a gaming contest, with games varying from Mario Kart to DDR. Needless to say, Elizabeth had jumped at the chance to prove herself, a rather unfortunate trait of competitiveness.

Well after a rough bout, Elizabeth had actually proven herself to the best in the town. Pocketing the invitation again, she looked out the train window, admiring the way the snow seemed to fall so effortlessly. It was almost as if by magic, but that was ridiculous. She turned her attention away from the window to witness a kind old man, asking for her name. When she spoke her name softly, the man nodded his head and directed her towards the exit, chatting as they walked. She was about to ask why she was being escorted and where was her luggage but the words died on her lips as she looked towards her ride. "That can't be right," she spoke to the man, but he quickly ushered her towards another escort. Her first instinct was to greet the horses that were strong and beautiful, the snow occasionally clinging to their manes. Stepping in to the carriage was a strange experience for the girl but she went along with it. She didn't want to seem ungrateful.

Elizabeth let out a sharp gasp of air and held her hands to her chest as she glanced towards her residence for the time being. "It's just so beautiful," she replied, a bigger smile emerging from her lips. "I can't wait to see what it looks like inside. I'm sure it's just as beautiful, right?" she asked her chaffeur, who only nodded his head and let out a laugh. When she had arrived, she had met the Queen, along with other females all who had been invited. She was about to introduce herself to the others when she was shuffled along and given her room.

Immediately, Elizabeth couldn't help but flop onto the large bed, staring up into the ceiling which had been decorated for the holiday season. She could tell her body was going to love sleeping in this bed. Hopping off, she pushed aside some curtains to see a balcony and made a resolve to visit it later in the evening. Elizabeth could hear the bustle outside her room and she opened the door to peek out into the hall. She could see the palace workers, laughing as more decorations went up around the hall. She had been told she could explore the palace and Elizabeth was ready. Adjusting her collar so it was absolutely perfect, she wandered out into the hall, passing by the library. Taking a quick glance, she noticed one of the females inside but the girl looked rather relaxed and Elizabeth didn't want to bother the girl. Instead her attention was more focused on finding something a little more dramatic; the grand staircase. She ran her fingers along the top of it, somewhat in a daze.

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Elizabeth Sophia Winters

Age: Twenty-Four

Generous :: Determined

Dramatic :: Skeptical

Played By: Chewing on Plastic

Background Elizabeth came to Aneira because she was looking for a place to celebrate the holidays without the bustle of the city. She just recently graduated college with a bachelor's degree in Hotel Management and is looking for her future dream job. She accepted the invitation to also have a break from the wheel of college and to just let loose for a bit of time. She tends to spend her time back home, painting and sewing costumes for her friends. She also does enjoy the occasional game of DDR and Mario Kart. She can become very competitive.

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Giving one of the palace workers a smile, Steven wandered away and grabbed a few of the freshly baked cookies. He knew his mother would be disappointed with his actions but his stomach had other intentions. He was sure he would nod his head when confronting his mother later, admitting his wrong and attempting to be the 'perfect son'. The thought alone had made Steven laugh out loud. Just because he was one of the honest sons around didn't mean he had no faults. His brothers would always be an interesting batch of men. Taking a huge bite out of the cookie, he let some of the crumbs fall to the floor but had failed to notice as he was moving on to another area.

Steven had agreed to stay away from a few areas in the palace but it sure didn't stop his curiosity from being peaked. Every year, the family held their annual ball and Steven had tossed a few flirtatious vibes toward some of the workers. He enjoyed being around females and they certainly enjoyed Steven. On his way, he was stopped and asked to grab one of the books from the library for one of the older workers; a kind older woman who had been around for decades it seemed like that. Placing a kiss on her hand, he gave her a wink and was off. Rounding one of the corners, he emerged at the library. A place Steven would generally go for a few hours of silence and alone time.

However, this day seemed to be proven different as he noticed a female figure, sitting in his favorite chair. He couldn't help but admire the way she was relaxed and so in bliss. Stepping in toward the library, he let out a small cough, hoping to catch the young woman's attention. "Good day, my fair lady." He replied, bowing at the waist and tossing the woman a smile. "I see you enjoy a good book. May I suggest the second floor, sixth row, third from the left. It's quite a fascinating read."

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The Adventurous Waitress

Diandra Cecile Fairchild || Twenty-Five || Sofia Carson || Chewing on Plastic

Diandra or Dia, as she likes to be called, is a waitress at her family's restaurant, Max's. Her grandparents came up with the idea of creating the best burgers and shakes in town. Her family are natives to the area and Dia grew up as the town became a tourist trap. Dia is known to be highly adventurous and honest, sometimes too honest but most in the town love this brunette girl. When this girl wants something, she will go after it and won't stop till she gets it.

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The Adventurous Waitress
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「 THE BASICS 」
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tab tab Name:
tab tab tab - Diandra Cecile Fairchild
tab tab Birthday:
tab tab tab - July 11th
tab tab Age:
tab tab tab - Twenty-Five
tab tab Gender:
tab tab tab - Female
tab tab Sexual Preference:
tab tab tab - Bisexual



「 THE APPEARANCE 」
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tab tab Hair Color:
tab tab tab - Brown
tab tab Eye Color:
tab tab tab - Brown
tab tab Height:
tab tab tab - 5 feet, 3 inches
tab tab Weight:
tab tab tab - One hundred and fifteen pounds
tab tab Tattoo/ Piercings:
tab tab tab - Ears pierced, thinking of getting two tattoos.

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tab tab Traits:
tab tab tab - Loyal
tab tab tab - Adventurous
tab tab tab - Dramatic
tab tab tab - Stubborn
tab tab Likes:
tab tab tab - Chocolate Milkshakes
tab tab tab - Dogs
tab tab tab - Summertime
tab tab tab - Vanilla Cupcakes
tab tab tab - Mythology
tab tab Dislikes:
tab tab tab - Liars
tab tab tab - Spiders
tab tab tab - The color orange
tab tab tab - Adults that act like children
tab tab tab - Roses
tab tab Personality:
tab tab tab - Dia is a very adventurous and ambitious girl due to her time growing up in a small town. She believes that something better exists out there for her and she will do anything to make it possible. She can become overly dramatic when tourists decided to argue with her about her family's restaurant menu. She prides herself on her ability to become attached to someone and to prove she is a worthy friend or even foe.
tab tab Biography:
tab tab tab - Dia was born into a small town restaurant empire. Her family are natives to Bryson City, North Carolina. Her grandparents created Max's, the BEST BURGERS and SHAKES in town but maybe Dia is a little biased. Being raised in a small town made Dia jealous of those kids who grew up in a big city like New York, New York. Growing up, Dia had no problems when it came to school. She was like every normal smart student who followed the rules and got good grades. When she was seven,
she had a seizure that terrified her family and she was immediately put on anti-seizure medication. For seven years, she was taking that medication until one day the neurologist told her everything looked normal but to always be aware that one could happen again.

College came and went and Dia became a regular face at the restaurant, waitressing on her off days from school. She graduated from the nearby state college with a degree in restaurant management. Now a days, Dia is the lead waitress who is in charge of hiring others and she takes her position seriously.

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With: Anna
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Where: Harvest Festival booth

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Running a wet towel across the slightly sticky counter, due to a child knocking over her milkshake, Diandra couldn't help but smile as a few tourists talked about her town's harvest festival. The harvest festival was a big deal within the town. Many of the town's residents would be on main street, selling their goods or just having their face seen. When the festival started many years ago, Diandra was more preoccupied with her college degree that it never seemed to be a big deal to her. Now a days it was a different opinion. It was an early start for Diandra, but that was the life of a lead waitress. Brushing back a piece of her brunette hair, she heard the bell chime and turned her attention towards the door.

"Welcome to Max's, home of the best burgers and shakes in Bryson City. Feel free to have a seat anywhere and we will be with you in a minute." She finished, watching one her fellow waitress wander over to the couple. Diandra only hired the best. This was her family's business and livelihood, according to her mother. It was her duty to protect that. Tossing the towel into a basket behind the counter, Diandra headed to the kitchen window, picking up plates for her regular patrons. Along the way, she grabbed the customer's shakes.

"Two double bacon burgers, one without cheese. Condiments on the side, with an extra plate of bacon," she paused for a second as she placed the food at the respective customer's seat, "and one strawberry and chocolate shake. My personal favorite." She replied, tossing a laugh and giving the customer a wink as she walked away. While the morning continued, Diandra welcomed customers and performed her daily routine. During her breaks, she would talk with her other waitresses and would hear the excitement within their voices. Diandra and her parents had decided to give the rest of the girls the night of to enjoy the festival. Meanwhile, Dia would be at the vendor booth.

Once the clock finally hit closing time, Diandra ran her hand along her forehead, wiping away a few beads of sweat. Waving goodnight to a few straggling customers, Diandra locked the door behind them. Heading towards the restaurants bathrooms, Diandra quickly changed into her normal attire. Taking a look at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a thumbs up and headed back into the restuarant. She knew it was a warmer night than Bryson City normally expected, but Diandra was quite content about the change in weather. In her opinion, warmth was better than freezing.

Turning her attention towards the festival preparation, she loaded a few cases into her red ford focus and headed towards the fairgrounds. She saw a line of people waiting to get in and shuffled the cases around, heading towards the food part of the festival. Along the way, she heard and witnessed a few words Anna was exchanging. The girl could totally handle herself. From what Diandra remembered, there was still a decent handful of residents that were born and raised in Bryson City.

"Evenin' Anna," she commented as she watched Rory walk away. "Whatcha selling tonight?" She asked, moving the cases around again in her arms. The booth would be fine for a few minutes without her. It was just food right? "Want a super special dessert? No charge," she replied, opening the top case to reveal a box of three desserts. A strawberry shortcake, pumpkin pie, and a baked apple crumb.

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☽ This person controls my every move:
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☽ My name Is:
[Celia Charlotte Andrews]
☽ I am ___ years old:
[Twenty-Five]
☽ I was born on this day:
[July 11th]
☽ When I look in my pants I know that I am:
[Female]
☽ I Am From:
[Orlando, Florida]
☽ This is how I act:
[Celia is like most people, kind-hearted, willing to defend herself and others. Loyalty means everything to this girl and once you break it, you will never earn it back. She is not a sugar coater; by that, she will tell you the truth whether you want to hear it or not. She is also very curious and adventurous, which can lead her to a rather interesting situation. She is very creative, normally you can find her with a sketchbook in her hand and some pencils or charcoal.]
☽ A bit about myself:
[Most people think Celia looks like a normal human being and you would be right. The truth is that Celia has some fae within her blood. Her mother only once spoke about her father, a rogue fairy, who tricked her mother into a sexual encounter. She grew up in a decent sized town where she had every opportunity to express herself. Growing up, Celia still believed she was completely human until she began to hear some of her neighbor's thoughts. It became quite a challenge and to this day, she struggles with trying not to listen. ]
☽ I like these:
[Art, Archery, Sweet Tea, Elephants, and Disney Movies]
☽ Keep these away from me:
[Snakes, Snow, Small Spaces, Frozen Grapes, and Deep Water]
☽ I jam to this song often:
[Whatever It Takes]
☽ What else would you like to know about me?:
[She has two tattoos on her left leg, one is related to her fae heritage and the other is an elephant attached to a balloon string. ]

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It was a typical morning in Central Florida. A few dark storm clouds were starting to roll in and you could smell the rain in the air. Not to mention the killer humidity. It was one of the few things Celia hated about Florida in general. Letting out a soft sigh, she pulled out a pair of headphones from her travel bag and plugged one end into her phone, the other into her ears. It was still slightly early for her flight but Celia was hoping she could avoid the throng of people. People were complicated for the blond girl which is why she was still shaking her head at the thought of being surrounded by more strangers. Oh, and did she mention marriage too? That's right. Her new life was currently sitting somewhere over the pond. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she pressed play on her phone, allowing a wave of music to hit her eardrums. Closing her eyes against the melody, she began to allow herself to relax.

A few hours later, she was boarding her plane, staying focused on her own thoughts. It was difficult for the halfling to unintentionally listen in to people's thoughts. Being a halfling meant she was given a small amount of abilities from her fae father. Nothing super extreme though. At least she looked like a normal human. Taking her seat by the window, she glanced out the window, watching the storm clouds grow and a few sprinkles began to hit the window. Thankfully, the flight was going to not be delayed. While she wasn't happy with the marriage, she was curious about the adventure that was going to take place. After listening to the droning on and on about safety, the flight began to take off. After a stop in New York, Celia was soon heading over the Atlantic Ocean. The flight did include some food but Celia would pick at a few pieces of food before deciding she was finished.

Eventually, the plane touched down in England and Celia shuffled towards the baggage claim, grabbing her luggage before pulling out an address and wandering towards the cabs. Sliding into one, she told the driver the address, watching as his eyes became bigger, like he couldn't believe he was going there. "Is something the matter?" She asked, a crease in her forehead at his reaction. The driver shook his head no, but Celia knew better. Her mind caught a few thoughts of the driver and she let out a small chuckle as she looked towards the landscape. She could tell the driver was a bit apprehensive to speak and she respected that but it did make the drive a tad boring.

Pulling up to the address, Celia watched and listened to the driver as his face betrayed his thoughts. Getting out of the cab, she herself couldn't help but gasp a little at the mansion. Once she had her luggage, she gave the driver a tip and thanked him before turning on her heels and heading towards the gate. Once she reached the door, she knocked quite loudly, hoping to get a response.

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____________T h e B a s i c s________

My name is
*Charlotte Celia Andrews or Lottie*

I turned
*Twenty-Three*

____________IT'S ALL ABOUT ME________
It goes like this
*Charlotte grew up in a middle class family. Both her parents worked decently paying jobs, meaning Charlotte saw her parents at dinner at 5pm every night. When she was about seven, she had a major seizure, causing her older sister to have to dial 911 while her parents were at work. The seizure changed a lot of Charlotte's young life. She was immediately put on heavy anti-seizure medication and had to have her brain waves watched regularly. Thankfully once puberty hit, she seemed to outgrow the risk of seizures, but was always told to be careful.

Her teenage years consisted of Charlotte finding her voice through art. She developed a love for painting very quickly and was put into AP Art classes. She won a few awards but it wasn't anything too impressive. Her social life became a part of her, making friends and having normal teenage drama. When she graduated high school, she became unsure of what she should head to college for. Her parents told her to continue art as a hobby but focus on finding an "actual job that can pay the bills."

She eventually settled on education. She is currently in her senior year of college, looking forward to becoming an art teacher. *

If you can't tell by my story I am very
*Charlotte is a creative soul. She has spent a majority of her life surrounded by paint, markers, sketchbooks, etc. She believes anything can be turned into art; the weirder the better. Besides being creative, she is loyal to those who give respect. She believes in the phrase, "Respect is earned, not given." She can become over dramatic relatively quickly, leading some to think she is high maintenance. Charlotte falls on the average scale when it comes to brains. She did well in school, but wasn't the biggest brain around. Her stubborn and determined nature can lead her to some interesting and curious adventures.*

I love
*Painting, Long Bubble Baths, Summertime, Boots, and Chocolate *

I hate
*Spiders, Spicy food, The Cold, Liars, and Clowns*

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There's a song stuck in my head
*Work of Art: Rachel Platten .*

I just thought you'd like to know...
*Debating about getting two tattoos of her own creation.*

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