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Little Becky
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2010
(Can be male or female I don't mind! but I think female would be better for this one 
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Looking at her cell phone she grumbled to hr self placing her head down on her desk beating her fist on the desk. 15 year old, Brown haired, brown eyed Bailey had after school detention...it wasn't a normal thing...Bailes was a total sweet heart that was nice to everyone and usually kept to her self...except lately she had been having a lot of problems at home and where she wouldn't say anything at home she took it out on other kids that tried to talk to her...Bailey was an only child and her a parents were getting a divorce...she was new to this school...because for some reason her parents kept moving her around...till now that they are divorcing one another she would stay with her mother in this school....
Great, Bailey wasn't sure she even liked this school I mean 4 weeks in and she was in a detention...4 weeks though is enough for teachers to get to know there students and know their normal behaviors and would be able to tell that this wasn't normal for Bailey.
Bailey took a deep breath...making her shiny silver bracelet hit the desk...no one else had detention...just her and it was annoying. She could be doing something better than this...she didn't have friends here...she barely had any friends really and she really just needed someone that would be kind to her and listen to her...her mother...nah she never had and her father all he would do was yell at her and tell her he hated her voice...he didn't want to hear her talk and that she was stupid and dumb and couldn't do anything right. Part of that...the verbal abuse is what made Bailey such a quite person...if everything you did in your life ..you were told you were wrong and can't do anything right...wouldn't you be the same way? Anyway Bailey didn't want to go home...she just didn't want to be here. "I hate thissss" the 15 year old mumbled to her self...and sighed drawing a heart on the table with her finger...or well tracing a heart...in class when she was bored she'd draw hearts on he paper...but all her stuff was in her locker so she was using her finger..."Time better hurry up!" she mumbled again drumming her fingers on the table now. Bailes was wearing a short jean skirt with hot pink leggings and some cute pink polka doted flats and a white shirt with a pink heart in the middle....Bailes always did like clothes even though her father continually told her she was ugly...she believed she was...even though really the tiny girl wasn't she was really pretty but...because of her father now she believed differently.
)Looking at her cell phone she grumbled to hr self placing her head down on her desk beating her fist on the desk. 15 year old, Brown haired, brown eyed Bailey had after school detention...it wasn't a normal thing...Bailes was a total sweet heart that was nice to everyone and usually kept to her self...except lately she had been having a lot of problems at home and where she wouldn't say anything at home she took it out on other kids that tried to talk to her...Bailey was an only child and her a parents were getting a divorce...she was new to this school...because for some reason her parents kept moving her around...till now that they are divorcing one another she would stay with her mother in this school....
Great, Bailey wasn't sure she even liked this school I mean 4 weeks in and she was in a detention...4 weeks though is enough for teachers to get to know there students and know their normal behaviors and would be able to tell that this wasn't normal for Bailey.
Bailey took a deep breath...making her shiny silver bracelet hit the desk...no one else had detention...just her and it was annoying. She could be doing something better than this...she didn't have friends here...she barely had any friends really and she really just needed someone that would be kind to her and listen to her...her mother...nah she never had and her father all he would do was yell at her and tell her he hated her voice...he didn't want to hear her talk and that she was stupid and dumb and couldn't do anything right. Part of that...the verbal abuse is what made Bailey such a quite person...if everything you did in your life ..you were told you were wrong and can't do anything right...wouldn't you be the same way? Anyway Bailey didn't want to go home...she just didn't want to be here. "I hate thissss" the 15 year old mumbled to her self...and sighed drawing a heart on the table with her finger...or well tracing a heart...in class when she was bored she'd draw hearts on he paper...but all her stuff was in her locker so she was using her finger..."Time better hurry up!" she mumbled again drumming her fingers on the table now. Bailes was wearing a short jean skirt with hot pink leggings and some cute pink polka doted flats and a white shirt with a pink heart in the middle....Bailes always did like clothes even though her father continually told her she was ugly...she believed she was...even though really the tiny girl wasn't she was really pretty but...because of her father now she believed differently.