Post by ♥ Abbi Raquel ♥ on Dec 12, 2008 21:52:57 GMT -5
Abbi Dabbi! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Bella and I've shot for the moon 13 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM..
Ktxbi.
They call me Bella and I've shot for the moon 13 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM..
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Abigail Noelle Raquel
But Everyone Calls Me Abbi
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for Fifteenyears
The say I Am A singer
Ive Been Told I Look Like Emily Osment
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall Five Foot, Four Inches
And I Weigh Ninty-Eight Pounds
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Ears double pierced, and Cartlidge. Oh, and belly button. One tattoo on her right ankle of a horse shoe.
They always say I look like
The first thing you'll notice about Abbi, is her gorgeous iris's. They are the color of the sky on a warm summer day and they glow like the sun. They are a warm yet light blue with a well defined pupil's.They are always glowing with a smile, for this girl is always happy. Abbi's long blond locks are very defined as well and glow with a healthy shine. She has little split ends, for she leaves her gorgeous hair down and natural most of the time, which is a light wave but mostly straight.
She is what most would call 'petite' but she likes the word 'small.' She has small breasts, but they fit her body nicely. She is only about five feet four inches, which for a fifteen year old is an okay height. She is only ninty-eight pounds. She has been called anorexic before, and bulimic also, but only Abbi and her best friends know that isn't true. This short 'small' girl works out regularly, and she is well muscled, but not to the point to where it is gross.
Abbi's style is what people may call, Tom-preppy. She has a girlie figure, and loves to dress up in cute flats, mini-skirts, and designer tops, but also loves to have jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt on. Abbi hates cliques, and wish's that she could just be normal. At school she doesn't fit in, but doesn't mind too much. As for make-up, she keeps it light. A bit of dark brown or light black eye liner and some soft eyeshadow is a must. And of course, she can't go without her pink lip-gloss!
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Lips, and body shape.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore Abbi loves parks. She thinks they are the most romantic thing in the world, and loves the smell of the rain. Walking in the park at night with a loved one, is one of her favorite things.
I Abhor Ignorance. She hates people who don't know anything about horses, or anything for that matter. It drives her crazy. If she is met to a person like that, she can't stay for too long, or she will start chewing them out.
I Rock Singing. Some say she is the best, others hate her singing. Most love, however. She has a natural talent for composing songs, and loves to make them into her own.
I Suck Drawing. She always tries, which is great, but never succeeds. It is very frustrating to her but she accepts it.
I Do Bite's her nails a lot. And messes with her hair way too much. She will run her fingers through it about fifty times in an hour. No joke.
I Want To become the best rider at Pinewood, and eventually become a singer. And maybe a animal/outdoors photographer.
I Fear Any horse or animal or human or anything getting seriously hurt because of her.
I Shut up None. Except she once cheated on a guy.
I am
Sensitive. Abbi can sometimes take someone too seriously, which is not always the worst thing, yet not always the best thing either. She doesn't cry a lot, but gets hurt easily even if she knows it is a joke.Her friends know this about her, so they try to be careful, for they don't like to see those sparkling blue eyes not smiling.
Active. This girl doesn't like staying in one place too long. She hates watching t.v. or playing on the computer, and would rather go for a jog around the pasture, her favorite place to go. Sitting down is not to her liking, for she is always on the move. This also means that Abbi walks at a very fast speed and most of her friends don't walk that fast, so she is forced to slow down, or drag them with her. She also never likes to walk horses. She almost always has to be at a trot or above.
Giggly. That says it all. Even the slightest thing will make her laugh. She loves doing it. Somehow she believes that laughing is good for the soul. In this case, if it was, her soul would be clean as a freshly dried sheet. When she hears a joke, even if it isn't funny, she will start laughing hysterically. Her friends think it is so cool that she can be so happy all the time.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Rita Marie Raquel-Mother-36-Veternarian-She has long curly blond hair, and bright blue eyes. She is only one inch taller than Abbi.
Michael Joseph Raquel-Father-39-Lawyer-Mike has a short blond cut and a nice mustache that is fuzzy yet not too long. He is 6"2'.
I Share My DNA With None, she is an only child.
I Come From London, England.
But I Live Here Now Springwood, in Pinewood.
This Is Who I was
Born and raised in London, England. Abbi was meant to stay there her hole life. The academy she went to was London's School of Arts and Academics. She absolutely hated it. all the stuck up snobs went there, and Abbi had little to no friends. She didn't fit in. This, in third grade, was when she started hating cliques. Everyone made fun of her their. She was the misfit converse tennis-shoes in the pile of stilettos.
Anyways. When Abbi was eleven, she got sick and tired of the school and started skipping. Every day she went into the bushes and fake called the school, acting like her mother and not going to school. Then, she would come home each day like normal and tell her mom school was good. This went on for about five or six days, when Rita found out. She came to Abbi's school for lunch hour because she forgot her lunch. When she found out she wasn't there, she panicked and called the police. The school said that she wasn't here today, and Rita was so confused.
The police arrived at the school and searched with dogs everywhere for two and a half hours. Then, at four thirty like any other day, Abbi showed up at home with her mom in hysterics and police cars[at least three] outside her house. This girl ran inside worried to find out that she had been caught. She was sent to Juvie for two days, and learned her lesson. Then, her and her mom had a long "talk" about what happened. Abbi wasn't happy with her life in London, so they moved. Easy as that.
They moved here, close to Pinewood Stable. Abbi wasn't really much of a horsey person, until they moved out into the country. Their house was about three minutes by foot away from the stables, and this was great for Abbi. She stopped getting in trouble, and for once started liking school. At the stable was a place she could be herself. A place she could really call, home.
This Is Who I am Ever since she came here, it has been the best.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight
I Love Six packs, sweetness, nice hair, sensitivity, real love.
I Loathe Idiots, trying to be cool, and ones that only care about their guy friends.
Maybe I loved One, which she blew it. [Cheating. -gasp-]
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down Dude.
I Am Awesome
The day was cool, the leaves were blowing, and the grass was damp. Dani swung her light cream colored scarf over her neck once more, and grabbed her back off the ground. She was wearing her usual attire, light skinny jeans with her ankle high black and white boots. She had on a long sleeved shirt, just plain and red. She started for the double doors, and her cream colored jacket swung back in the breeze, but Dani was too cold the reach her had out. She had on a pair of Black gloves to keep her hands worm and a black beanie to match. She walked through the doors and stopped inside, not caring who was behind her. She took off her hat first, setting it inside the side pocket of her duffel bag. Then she let her gloves fall into the same pocket. She fixed her scarf and began walking again, carrieing her blue bag with her.
Eventing: Professor Simon Black, Room 34. Daniella took the white piece of paper from her coat pocket and read it carefully to herself for the seventh time since she arrived here. But for the first time, she got hot. Her hair line got damp and she started breathing heavier. She walked closer to the door on the left hand side and peered in. All she could see was black figures moving about, but that was all she needed. She stepped half a step back cowardly, and turned around. She was freaking out. This was her first attempt at going in public with everyone, and she didn't know anyone. She sucked it up, turned back around, and slowly turned the doorknob and peered inside.
There wasn't as many students as she thought, and it was pretty quiet, so Dani must not have been the only one nervous. She noticed a few desks availiable, but those people didn't look the friendliest. She did see one that caught her eye though, a desk toward the back next the the window. She walked over to the desk still nervous as hell and took a seat on the left of the girl, hoping she didn't mind. She turned and smiled lightly to her. She set her bag next to her in the isle way and took out her things: A dark blue spiral notebook, a mechanical pencil with extra led, and....Shoot! She forgot her watch at home on the dresser. She turned around looking for a clock on the wall. She saw it and looked at the time. The class would start pretty soon. she opened her notebook and began doodling. With nothing more to worry about, she began letting her wrist do all the thinking.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
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