Post by smiley on Jan 9, 2009 17:49:30 GMT -5
come as you are you're a superstar
CARLISLE ISABELLA KAYLIE[/color]
hey there! it's Isabella, or Bella, Bells, Belle, kitkat,skittles, and Reesie,
broadcasting to you live for nineteen non
stop. btw, i was born on 9/13/1988. currently
i'm livin' it up as a councelor from Dallas Texas. for now though, i'm signing off with an iLy.
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it's kind of obvious that i'm a Blond with these amazing Blue eyes. as much as it's none of your b-i-buisness, i weigh 120. i think that's pretty healthy for a 5'11" tall girl. if you look closely, you'll see that i have none. radtastic right? totally. people tend to tell me i look like Taylor Swift and now that it's out there, i can totally see it.
nobody in the world's gonna bring us down
[/center][/color][/font]i like a lot of things but mostly
Bella is always creative with things, that is where her style comes from. She loves to take a rainy day and turn it into something fun even though it seems childish. She admits she can be a child sometimes and that's just her you have to get used to it. She knows she has to grow out of it soon so she is trying to use it a lot now then missing it later. Bella lives every moment like she was going to die the next, no she is not in depression. She is just living every moment with no one telling her different. Fighting for everything she believes in, everything that is right.
Bella is a guy inside, she is a tomboy and she is a daddy's girl. She always hung out with the guys since she was born and in her daddy's arms. She'll always call her dad,daddy till the day she dies. She hates how she can't see him that much anymore but she tires her best to stay in touch with him. In school, Bella has more guy friends than girls, it's just the way she grew up but she doesn't mind, she actually likes it. It nice to get close to them so around another one that you like you won't be so jumpy with, that is why her crushes doesn't know she likes them until she tells them which is a problem sometimes.
Bella lies a lot but not to her friends, unless she is joking. But she lies to her parents when she is in trouble and she is good at it too. She always makes up stories when she gets in trouble with school. Bella also admits she is Selfish but everyone is. She likes her life and will never give it up for anything.But there is a sweet side to Bella, even though she throws a good punch and knows how to defend herself when someone wants to fight, she has a soft side. She loves animals and always will, and every girl does. She loves dogs the most and horses, having one at her grandma's house. She loves to care for animals and love them. She loves to ride her horses and thinks it brings back the past.
Bella always seems to be in pain, but she never shows it. She always had so many friends that she cares about. She knows she has so many nicknames for her. She loves everyone of them and doesn’t care what you call her. What ever she is cool with it. Bella is chasified as the sweetheart and she loves being that way, she never hates anyone, she dislikes them. She is proud of that title. Another thing about her is she works hard at one dream, becoming famous. She had been playing for ten years at this point and she loved it ever since she started. She now writes her one songs and is a counselor at camp rock, hopping to get noticed by somebody before she gives up.
Bella has a thing inside of her that has to help people, and she loves doing it. She was always the one to volunteer at her church when they needed help feeding food to the poor and she just loved doing it. She didn't know why it just gave her a good feeling inside. Bella also is a really smart person, always having that push from her parents to get straight A's which she always did. She is in all advanced classes in school, which she is proud of.Bella believes is she sets her mind to something and tries hard she can achieve it and be proud of it. She seems to give that off to her friends and gets them in a good mood, another thing about her. She is also the clumiest girl in the world, she could trip over her own two feet and she would still hurt herself. That’s where people think the most scars would come from and she admits to it, not wanting her father to kill her.
She can get anyone in a good mood with just smiling to them, it's like a disease, and she loves to catch anyone in a bad mood and charge it around. She hates to see people down so she loves this gift. Bella is in a great depression right now and she doesn’t eat that much, she tires not to show people she is in pain or anything like that. The last thing about Bella is she is always in a good mood, unless it's something horrible. She is always crazy with her close friends and shy around other people, but she has to have people around her, hating to be alone.Bella is responsible, well she has to be because she has to take care of her brothers and sisters, which isn't bad she likes it, she is good with Children. Bella is good at remembering things, and she really never forgets anything unless she is deep in thought about something.
finding our voice while living our dreams
[/center][/color][/font]my mom, Regina, is a/n interior designer and only 36. my dad, Jimmy, is a/n doctor and only 35. i have none siblings and one pets. my life is terribley complicated so i'll let you figure it out for yourself. trust me, it'll be worth the read.
"I know my history hasn't been the best. It's been worse than others, but i can learn from it right? Well it all started nineteen years ago, my parents had the worst decision of their lives. They now found out that my mom was pregnant with me. Well 3 months later they planned a marriage. Got married on August 1st with me being eight months pregnant. My mother was only seventeen and my father was sixteen, they said they were in love, but no one really knew. I was born a month later in the town of Dallas. Everyone thought I was so cute, sometimes I‘m glad my parents didn‘t have any other kids, but sometimes I wanted someone there to talk to. But it all went well, I was raised up in Dallas since I was eight. It was a dissappointment when my parents told me. Like other kids I cried, I didn’t want to go, but that’s how it is and I knew I had to go anyways. So we moved to Califorina.
I was happy that their was no more moving, my parents promised me. That had to be counted for something. So I went to school again like a normal kid, never got into trouble, I was the perfect child. Or that was what I was thought to believe. But I wasn‘t happy, my parents were sboiling me. I was watching tv on night and looked up at the idols I wanted to be, I wanted to be famous, so I went into guitar lessons. I started at nine, and now it’s been ten years. A lot of things happened when I was nine, so the guitar was the one thing I turned to. It relaxed me on those nights I missed my family. I started writing songs at the point too, I wrote a song about my mother when she left us. I remembered that night and I still flash back on it now and then. My mother and father where in their room, like they were every night. But this time it was different,he was yelling, screaming at her. She couldn’t take it so she packed up and ran out on us. I was there at the window, she looked up I waved, I cryed. I knew I couldn’t live without my mom. To this day I don’t know where she is, dead or alive, I wonder if she wants to see me. I know I’ve been dieing to see her, one day I will, I might talk to her or turn back. Who knows that’s for the future to decied.
So I went into depression, like any other child did, went to a counselor and well somehow got out of it. But well I knew I made my father unhappy, so I moved to Kentucky to live with my grandma. I knew it would be best for my father and all so I lived with my grandma. I was a normal kid, got good grades, played in sports, and loved to play my guitar and write songs. My grandma said I was good and that was my life, I knew when I got older I wanted to be a singer. So I worked extra hard to achieve my goal. I moved back with my dad when he wanted me back, I was the age of sixteen. I had lived with my grandma for six years. I felt like I knew nothing about my father. Turns out that he wasn’t how I remembered him, he was always stressed and tempered. I was beatin for everything I did wrong, sometimes just for fun because I looked like the one person he hated the most, my mother. But I knew I couldn’t tell anyone but my clostest friends, had to be only seven people. But this was my father I was talking about, so I had to take it like a girl I should. Besides if I told the police he would kill me. But it was all good, I was taking it just fine, everyday it got worse and worse, but I survived. Still standing now but he still is doing it, not wanting to stop he is so stressed.
So last summer I found this camp, camp rock. This might be my chance for my dreams to come true. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this all my life, I signed up. I got accepted and just when my father got worse. I snuck ouit of my window and I was going to camp rock. My first year was great, I met a lot of new friends. I met Shane Gray and Jason, I fell in love with both of them. But when camp ended I had to go back to my tempered father, wondering what else he could do. I had scars up and down my back, legs, stomach and arms, everywhere. So home was okay, my father still the same. But summer came back fast, he depression went back up to happiness. I went to camp rock my second year now being a counselor and hopping that everything is going to go as well as last year did. Camp Rock was my escape from my father, I hope it’s better this year.”
'cause we rock! we rock on!
[/center][/color][/font]so hey my name is call me bella or isabella and i'm 15 years old. i've been rping for 3 years or 4 can't remember???. here i play nobody elese. oh and here's my rp sample, just in case y'know.
& i was so lost and confused. I couldn't take this abuse...
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[/font]She looked out the window and sighed. The song ended and the other song on the screen, another rap song. These days songs were about, sex, drugs, murder and everything else she hated. She didn't want to listen to that crap every second of the day. Why did everything have to be this perverted. Everyone was perverted, why, life was the same. As hard as it seemed notting changed in the last months. Everything was about it, people couldn't get their minds off of that stuff. She respected him for turning of the radio, she hated that crap. Most of it was in rap music, but others with writers you would have never guessed. She was surprised that people even liked that stuff, it caught on so fast. She hated how it was that way, everything in the world was becoming more crazy. She looked at him and gave him another smile, each time it getting weaker and weaker, she was tired and she couldn't help it. But she couldn't sleep, it would bring back memories that she dreaded with horror.
She always dreamed about her father throwung a punch at her, her looking at him with great terrior. She hated how this anyways happened. She always seemed to find him getting angrier and angrier each time she saw him. He brought the anger in her life, it started out with just words that put her down. She didn't think it would become something like her worst nightmares, but she was wrong. He brought the hatered into her life, she might have hated him still but she thought that was so different and weird in so many ways. He was her father, how could you hate your one father. He was the one who helped with her birth, she wouldn't be alive without him, how could she had someone that gave her life. But she wasn't thinking about anyone her, she was thinking about the person that put into that great depression she was going through in her life, the one that put the brusies on her side, hurt her in so many was. She couldn't not hate him, he was cruel, rude and so heartless to her, how could he put up with this day after day, did he ever feel guilty. Did he ever see that look in her eyes of great terror, how could he put up with such an act. She knew there was crazy people out in this world, she never thought her father would be one of them.
She listened to the silence around her, it wasn't unconfertable this time, it was giving her time to think about everything going on. She thought about her life story, how it was never like this, her father was so nice and happy with his mother. But this was all new and fresh, not starting when she was a child but she hated this. This was new and difucilt, different not so easy to go through. She need someone who would protect her from him, someone to escape to, someone she can hide with after she had a bad incounter with her dad, someone would would be there for her with whatever she went through. She knew that person was sitting right next to her, she wanted him to be her boyfriend, even though they've just met. She knew they would be there someday, not now but someday. She liked him like boyfriend and girlfriend already, she liked how this was with them. She just met him, she needed to get to know him more, but she couldn’t put the feelings aside, he was so hansom and there, right there for her. She looked at him and gave him another smile, hopefully lightening up the mood.
She looked at her feet, this seemed like a nice car. The car was so neat and like noting touch the ground. He seemed to care about the car too much, but she really didn’t care a least it wasn’t like her cousin’s car. Now that was a messy car, everything was on the floor. She remember everything like food boxes, ipod’s and his cell phone was on the floor, along with a bunch of junk. The floor was so filled that she couldn’t have her feet down there, she had to have her feet on the seat with her. She looked at him, he seemed to be neat and trustworthy to his car, it was a great car, she liked it, just something about it seemed not right. Really it wasn’t right for her, no matter how tomboyish she was, it still didn’t fit. It seemed like the right car for him, a guy, a man. He was perfect guy for this car, like people said a man loved and looked like his cars. She liked a lot of cars too and she could put up a good conversation with cars, she was raised up with a bunch of guys. There was no way in that house she had a chance to be girly. Never in her life time has she played with a Barbie doll and that was crazy for a girl.
She sat there, confertable. She sighed, the car was perfect. She wasn't cold at all, the outside temputare was just perfect. She sat there with a fine looked on her face, trying not to look like she was in pain, she was but she didn't want him to know that. "yeah, we got ice up there." She smiled, good she really needed it. "Good, i need it."She said as she took a deep breath again, not wanting to let the pain come over her again. She stared at him until he turned back to the road. She looked at the road in front of her, she was in great depression, no one could tell, did anyone care even. She hoped he didn't have any roommates there, she didn't know that many people around school, didn't know who he was rooming with. Also she didn't the alone time to be given up at this point. She liked being alone with him, it made her feel protected, safe from everything that came in harms way. The point of him saving her life held onto the thought of being protected from him. But knowing her father, he couldn't protect her from everything, who knew what her father was going to do to her now, she hasn't been home for weeks and with the phone call he was bottled up with the anger and stress from work for the last few days.
She hopped he didn't get caught with sneaking her in. The last thing she wanted was to get him into trouble. After all he as done for her, taking her in at last moment, saving her life. She didn't want anything to be more wrong on this day, one of the worsts days of her life. She looked out the window again and thought of more life troubles. She looked at him as the car stopped moving and she noticed they parked. She watched him get out and walk to her side again. She opened the door as she grabbed her stuff and unbuckled. She noticed that the car was parked down hill and she was afraid of hurting herself even more. She noticed that he put out his hand for her to take again and she took it. He helped her down and let go to park up the car, she just gave him a smile. "alrighty." She looked around the empty parking lot and sighed, school seemed so sad right now, no one was around. She watched him pass by and she got out of her daydream and she walked next to him. Sadly they were walking slow, but she couldn't help it, the night was the worst part of having brusies where they were, especailly that she slept on her side.
Demi walked into the school after he opened the door, the hallway was so dark and lonely. She hated to be alone and lonely, but she wasn't why couldn't she get that thought that she wasn't alone in the world, he was right there with her. She watched him walk up the stairs, worst part about this pain, stair were the worst part of this ingury. She walked up one step with both feet on them at a time, very slow, very hard. so since you aren't really supposed to be here let's keep things quiet?" Demi nodded, she knew what he was talking about. "Yeah thanks so much for going through so much trouble just for me."She said as she sighed, he was kind, maybe he was the one that cared. She walked beside him as they got to his dorm. She watched him open the door, and walked in right behind her. She looked around, no one was here but her and him. She smiled, they were alone, she had to make this time worth wild. She watched him clean up and she smiled. The air was filled with a mix of guy colognes, but it smealed so perfect, so good. "so, you can sit... uh..anywhere, and i'll go grab some ice." She sighed as she remembered that she was still wearing a swimsuit. "Ummm as you sure, i'm still wearing my swimsuit."She said feeling her swimsuit, yeah it was still wet. She watched him leave and coming back, "be right back." "Ok."She said as watched him leave and looked around, their room seemed like other rooms, perfect.
Now i Finally see, that you saw her in me.
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