Post by Lindsey Brechin on May 5, 2007 14:12:16 GMT -5
Name: Lindsey
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Year: 1st
Celebrity: Taylor Swift...I could not find a young picture of her
Facial Properties: I have a pretty smile white straight teeth and with a white shine one them. When I smile you can see my dimples and I was always called cute because of them. My long blonde hair shimmers in the sun light and moon light. I have light tan skin and a no freckles. My eyes are crystal blue, they are call by a few my boy catcher I don't beleive it. My whole face if slim and smooth, it fit my body perfect.
Physique: I am skin, with strong arms and Legs. My skin is tan from working in the sun with my horses. My hands have been rubbed raw many time from lifting thing and my arm musucles are built up. My legs are long and slim, they are built up in muscules and great for running. My skin is tan from the sun and my body is long and slim. I am 5'10 and 130. I always said perfect weight.
Personality: I am sweet with a way to show it. I hate to see people picked on so when one is picked on I pick on them right back. I am not one to let a innocent person get puched around. I always helpful when I am needed and I always listen to the people older then I. No not people who are 15 years older you know adults
I can have a Additude with people. I don't like people who annoy me for no reason or pick on me. They always end up on the ground with a black eye. I don't take crap, because if treat me wrong you will get it twice as hard. I am normally pretty mellow, but as I said I don have a additude
I am always ready to have fun. I always try to find something fun to do and I always try to get to know people. I love to make new friends, and when I do I try to show them that I am kind and sweet. I always protect my friends with my life. if you hurt my friends you will be hurt. I don't like that stuff and I don't like that happening to my friends.
I am protecting over my friends and family. Don't mess with them or you will have the mustang brought out on you. I am wild and free so don't try and crap on my because I don't like it. Most say I am weak and can't fight, well they must of been lied to because I am just as strong as the other guy. As I said before don't mess with me.
Likes:\
God
Family
Friends
animals
sports
Dislikes:
Mean people
Stubborn people
Non beleivers in God(Trys to change them)
People who are cruel and annoying
History:
I was born in Brechin ,Scotland not far from the Brechin Cathidral. I was raise by my mother and father and my grandparent. All were a great influance, I went to church ever sunday and had many friends. My mother was magical and my father was a mungle. I learned quickly I would be in Hogwarts. I loved my life.
My mother became sick when I was 6 years old and died of cancer. I had been told by my father who was a drunk that it was my fault, so my grandparent took me. At 7 years old I was going to school at home. I had always loved home schooling. I was given 5 horses and my grandfather helped my take care of them.
At 9 years old I was able to do alot by myself. I could ride one horse and and lead 5 behind me. I could fix anything electric and I could cook a full meal. My grandfather had taught me alot. I could even drive a 4 wheeler we had brought over from USA. I loved to ride it in the mud.
At 10 years old I found out I was a witch. Even though my mother was magical and I always saw her doing magic, I did not think I would be until I was 10 years old. I had always been using normal thing and then I became scared when a horse ran at me and I threw my hand up and it stopped because a fire wall had come up. I ran from the fire.
Now I am here, The letter I had received is great and I can't wait to come to this school 11 years old and I am ready to get started. My grandfather helped me pack and my grandmother who was a witch gave me a black owl.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Lindsey
Years of Experience: almost a year
Sample Post:
I walked into the house. I had just gotten back from taking a horse down and I had also found out I was a witch, my breathing was hard and I was pale. I was so scared and I could not beleive it. I looked at the stairs and walked up to my room. Each of my steps up the stairs creaked.
When I made it to my room I looked around. I could not beleive still what had happened. I went to my mirror and looked at my face. I was cut and bleeding so I cleaned it up. I looked at myself once I was done. Was I a witch or was that just my imagination? I looked at my bed and went over to it and set down.
Hours went by and my grandmother came up the stairs. She knocked on the door and put her head in. She said dinner was ready and for me to come down that my father was coming. I rolled my eyes when she had left. Great my father. Just wonderful, one person I did not care to see. I got up and walked down.
Once I made it down stairs my dad looked at me. He smiled and gave me a hug. I gave him a hug back. Ya I loved him but once he was drunk I hated to see him. I had asked him over and over to stop drink when he was sober but he told me he couldn't and I could not dare tell him about the thing he said, it would break his heart. I set down my blonde hair I pulled back reveiling my blue eyes and I saw the chicken my grandmother had cooked. I ate it slowly to savor the taste because be did not have this often.
That night I slept thinking of what had happened. What will happen Now? What if my grandparent found out? What if my father found out? Would he disown me? What if I told them?
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Year: 1st
Celebrity: Taylor Swift...I could not find a young picture of her
Facial Properties: I have a pretty smile white straight teeth and with a white shine one them. When I smile you can see my dimples and I was always called cute because of them. My long blonde hair shimmers in the sun light and moon light. I have light tan skin and a no freckles. My eyes are crystal blue, they are call by a few my boy catcher I don't beleive it. My whole face if slim and smooth, it fit my body perfect.
Physique: I am skin, with strong arms and Legs. My skin is tan from working in the sun with my horses. My hands have been rubbed raw many time from lifting thing and my arm musucles are built up. My legs are long and slim, they are built up in muscules and great for running. My skin is tan from the sun and my body is long and slim. I am 5'10 and 130. I always said perfect weight.
Personality: I am sweet with a way to show it. I hate to see people picked on so when one is picked on I pick on them right back. I am not one to let a innocent person get puched around. I always helpful when I am needed and I always listen to the people older then I. No not people who are 15 years older you know adults
I can have a Additude with people. I don't like people who annoy me for no reason or pick on me. They always end up on the ground with a black eye. I don't take crap, because if treat me wrong you will get it twice as hard. I am normally pretty mellow, but as I said I don have a additude
I am always ready to have fun. I always try to find something fun to do and I always try to get to know people. I love to make new friends, and when I do I try to show them that I am kind and sweet. I always protect my friends with my life. if you hurt my friends you will be hurt. I don't like that stuff and I don't like that happening to my friends.
I am protecting over my friends and family. Don't mess with them or you will have the mustang brought out on you. I am wild and free so don't try and crap on my because I don't like it. Most say I am weak and can't fight, well they must of been lied to because I am just as strong as the other guy. As I said before don't mess with me.
Likes:\
God
Family
Friends
animals
sports
Dislikes:
Mean people
Stubborn people
Non beleivers in God(Trys to change them)
People who are cruel and annoying
History:
I was born in Brechin ,Scotland not far from the Brechin Cathidral. I was raise by my mother and father and my grandparent. All were a great influance, I went to church ever sunday and had many friends. My mother was magical and my father was a mungle. I learned quickly I would be in Hogwarts. I loved my life.
My mother became sick when I was 6 years old and died of cancer. I had been told by my father who was a drunk that it was my fault, so my grandparent took me. At 7 years old I was going to school at home. I had always loved home schooling. I was given 5 horses and my grandfather helped my take care of them.
At 9 years old I was able to do alot by myself. I could ride one horse and and lead 5 behind me. I could fix anything electric and I could cook a full meal. My grandfather had taught me alot. I could even drive a 4 wheeler we had brought over from USA. I loved to ride it in the mud.
At 10 years old I found out I was a witch. Even though my mother was magical and I always saw her doing magic, I did not think I would be until I was 10 years old. I had always been using normal thing and then I became scared when a horse ran at me and I threw my hand up and it stopped because a fire wall had come up. I ran from the fire.
Now I am here, The letter I had received is great and I can't wait to come to this school 11 years old and I am ready to get started. My grandfather helped me pack and my grandmother who was a witch gave me a black owl.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Lindsey
Years of Experience: almost a year
Sample Post:
I walked into the house. I had just gotten back from taking a horse down and I had also found out I was a witch, my breathing was hard and I was pale. I was so scared and I could not beleive it. I looked at the stairs and walked up to my room. Each of my steps up the stairs creaked.
When I made it to my room I looked around. I could not beleive still what had happened. I went to my mirror and looked at my face. I was cut and bleeding so I cleaned it up. I looked at myself once I was done. Was I a witch or was that just my imagination? I looked at my bed and went over to it and set down.
Hours went by and my grandmother came up the stairs. She knocked on the door and put her head in. She said dinner was ready and for me to come down that my father was coming. I rolled my eyes when she had left. Great my father. Just wonderful, one person I did not care to see. I got up and walked down.
Once I made it down stairs my dad looked at me. He smiled and gave me a hug. I gave him a hug back. Ya I loved him but once he was drunk I hated to see him. I had asked him over and over to stop drink when he was sober but he told me he couldn't and I could not dare tell him about the thing he said, it would break his heart. I set down my blonde hair I pulled back reveiling my blue eyes and I saw the chicken my grandmother had cooked. I ate it slowly to savor the taste because be did not have this often.
That night I slept thinking of what had happened. What will happen Now? What if my grandparent found out? What if my father found out? Would he disown me? What if I told them?
