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ANNABELLA TESSA JACOBS

THE NERD
✖✖I was born on…
xxxxxxxxxxx August Eleventh / Seventeen
✖✖I am a…
xxxxxxxxxxx female
✖✖I don't like to be judged…
xxxxxxxxxxx As far as my personality goes, I'm pretty much you're average nerd. I keep to myself majority of the time, and I don't talk to others too much. If you see me in the hallways, I'll either be sitting against the walls eating my lunch, with my nose in a book. It's just who I am. I only talk when I'm suppose to, or only towards people who actually know and understand me, like my best friend or the rest of the "out crowd". Okay, right now I probably sound very boring to you, but that's not all that I have to offer. Once you do get me talking, I'm pretty much laid-back, nonchalant, and carefree. I'm the most down to earth kind of girl that you will ever meet. Even though I may look emotionless, I can be extremely optimistic, naive, humble, and spirited.
I know people talk about me, I can hear it all the time in the hallways, and honestly I care about what they say. My self-esteem isn't as high as the people in the "in crowd," but everything I'm criticized for stabs at my confidence. As you can tell, I'm not very confident about myself, and if I receive compliments, I'll instantly turn red as a tomato. When I get angry, I just keep to myself and remain silent. I don't vent by screaming, nor do I cry easily, but I just stare off into space or run away. I don't curse either, since my father used to be a priest, before he became the owner of some huge oil company. I'm not much of a leader, unlike the "in crowds" perfect student. I mean I get the same grades as she does, but since she's more involved in academics than I am, I guess she gets the better scholarship. Anyways, just remember that every single time you walk in the halls, look down by the water fountain so that way you don't step on me.
✖✖Because of…
xxxxxxxxxxx Call it genetics, but I'm a complete perfect mixture of both of my parents. I got my mother's charismatic model looks, and my father's quiet personality. I'm the only person in my family who happened to inherit my mother's blueish gray eyes. I have two younger brothers, Connor and Carson and yes they are twins. Connor and Carson look more like my father, and act quite differently from my parents. They're more loud, confident, and not to mention cocky. They kind of remind me of my mother, except she isn't as cocky as they are. Unlike other families, my brothers constantly bother me. I don't mind though, since it only brings us together. We're a family of five who reside in a regular three story home in the rich suburban side of the city. Pretty normal, huh? Well, while my mother is busy with modeling for Vogue, Armani, or Prada, my father owns this huge factory that extracts oil from the ground. So, I guess it's pretty obvious that I'm rich. Though, I don't advertise my parent's success at school.
My childhood wasn't exciting so I'll skip over that. Before my middle school years, I used to be best friends with the most popular girl in school, but that was before I moved here. Anyways, she took advantage of my timid personality and made me do all of her stupid crap. Like drink, do drugs, and smoke, but I said no every single time. One time she went too far. This one time I really liked her boyfriend's best friend, and she told me that he liked me too. When we went out on a date, he tried to take advantage of me, since he didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Seeing her the next day, I completely ignored her. Then she denounced me from being in the "in crowd," and I suddenly became labeled as a nerd. At the end of that school year, after months of being made fun of and falling for tricks, my parents finally noticed and we moved halfway across the country. They thought it would be a new, fresh start for me, but little did they know that I was already not going to change back to the little old me. I had taken up my father's personality, and remained silent.
As my grades excelled, I didn't have much of an interest in joining clubs that involved public speaking. So, instead I joined the poetry and art club. They welcome me in with open arms, unlike the other clubs like sports who simply ignore my existence. But I don't mind. Suddenly I became interested in music, and that's where I met the musician. It surprised me when I found out that he liked me too, so we went out. Now, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, but while he's off at his touter, I head over to the football games. Surely, everyone was shocked to see me there, but I would always make excuses like how I was meeting my brothers, but in actuality I only watched the good guy as he ran up and down the field. I don't know what happened. I always thought I was loyal to the musician, but something about the good guy makes me feel different, alive. I guess it's that feeling I get every time he walks by me, which reveals a deep crimson blush on my cheeks. I'm already at the point where every time I'm with the musician, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt in my stomach. I know it's wrong to like someone while you're taken, but I can't help it. I just can't...
✖✖My likes…
xxxxxxxxxxx Books / Reading, Writing Novels / Poetry, Drawing / Painting
✖✖or my dislikes…
xxxxxxxxxxx Liars, Drugs / Smoking / Fire, Alcohol.
✖✖or for who I'm with…
xxxxxxxxxxx The "out-crowd's" musician.
✖✖or my secret love…
xxxxxxxxxxx The "in-crowd's" good guy.
✖✖I know I have a few regrets…
xxxxxxxxxxx I haven't really done anything bad, like drink, do drugs, or smoke, but I feel bad since I like someone other than my own boyfriend.
✖✖but hopefully they'll stay secret…
xxxxxxxxxxx STELLARfiille
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