Who are you? Abigail (Abby) Felch
xxxxx►►We'll call you... Doodles
Aren't you a little young? 12 (explain in bio)
Under the Tights... Girl
xxxxx►►Define Your Love Life as... I think I am little young for a love life
If We Size You Up... small for my age
What Do You Look Like Behind the Mask?
xxxxxHeight:51 inches
xxxxxWeight:71 pounds
xxxxxEyes:Hazel
xxxxxHair:Brown
What's Your Style? Whatever I get from the shelter and the dress I am wearing in the picture
xxxxx►►What Defines You... My ears are pierced with one set of wholes, it was a birthday gift for when I turned 12. The earring are little flowers.
How Schooled Are You? 6th grade education, but I also read a lot so I sound smarter then I really am.
Got a Day Job? They would not hirer me even if I tried.
Morals and Philosophy? hurting people is wrong, but I steal so I live. I don't like stealing but I get hungry and I need to draw.
What's Soo Super About You? When I draw pictures they come to life. Even little chalk drawing and doodles. Sometimes they look realler then other times but mostly they are little drawings. They are solid for the most part but that does not mean they can not be distroyed.
xxxxx►►How'd You Get soo Special? I don't know and there is no one alive to tell me.
xxxxx►►Nobody's Perfect After I draw them they are out of my control. Things like dogs and humans seem to be able to understand me but they don't nesscarly listen. And a random doodle... well I have no control over what that does. Also depending on what the drawing was made depends on how it gets destroyed (chalk drawings get ruined in water, pencil gets ruined by an erasers, etc.) Also I need to draw on a flat surface, I cannot draw in midair.
What Do You Use? Pens, Pencils, Chalk, Markers... anything I can use for drawing.
Where Did You Come From?
I lived a very happy life till I was 12. I had a great mom and dad and I loved them very much. One day though we where on a trip. Let me back track a little though.
We lived out in the middle of the country. Daddy and mommy owned a little farm the provided some food to local stores. Nothing fancy but we got by. We were not rich but we got along fine. It was a great place to draw. There was so much free space to run around with created dogs and birds. Mommy and Daddy saw me do it once though and told me I needed to stop. I never drew anything near them again. I started drawing a lot in chalk near water so that my creation could go away fast. I love to draw as much as loved my parents.
So on our trip we went to Megalopolis City, since it is a big city near where our home was, relatively speaking. The start of the trip was great. We took a bunch tours and saw all the tourest spots. They day before we were supposed to go home though everything went wrong. If only I had not been such a cry baby... they might not have died.
I was angry that we were going home, I wanted to stay. They chased me across the street. I didn't stop. I kept on running. I heard the car horns and the screams. I never looked back. How could I, I knew what must have happened.
Now I live on streets, hiding from people trying to get by. I go to the shelters every once in while, to get food and clothes but mostly I walk, trying to find something to do. I also draw. That is the one thing that really keeps me alive.
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