Post by rebel on Jul 17, 2008 13:50:49 GMT -5
B E L L A! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Kenza and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM's..
Ktxbi.
They call me Kenza and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM's..
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Isabella June Masen
But Everyone Calls Me Bella, or June
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 17 years
The say I Am N/A
Ive Been Told I Look Like Jessica Alba
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'7
And I Weigh 124
Ive Bee Ninked And Piercedone small and hidden tattoo can be found on the small of her back. it only says " r e b e l " in black in.
They always say I look like
Isabella June Masen is your typical girl. she has blonde hair, and brown eyes, and her beautiful face is alwas accented with makeup. she always tries to look her best, even when she's just wearing a tank top and sweatpants. her blonde hair is long, normally wavy unless straightened, and her roots are normally a darker color, brown, or dark blonde. her hair is naturally silky, and is not very thick. her hair makes it halfway down her back, but Bella doesnt let it get any longer.
bella's skin is nearly perfect. it is very smooth, and well taken care of. she's past the stage of acne, and doesnt have any scars on her face. she has no moles, or bumps, or unevenness. without makeup, he face is still naturally blended. she does get a flushed look when working hard, or sick. bella is not an large sweater. it has to be nearly 95 degrees or more just for her to break a sweat. but if shes working extremely hard, she may get alittle damp.
bella has a nice hour glass figure. just wha the guys love. she doesnt have extremely big boobs, but she isnt flatchested. she can surely fill out a bikini or daisy dukes shorts nicely. and she sometimes likes to flaunt that. she has size 8 feet, a normal size, but long legs. her torso is normal length, but her legs are muscled, but look skinny and long. she has a great body for riding, and always stays fit.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out eyes, lips.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
- hanging out with people
- horses
- old big trucks
- camo colored things
- mudding
- males
- guys making the moves
I Abhor
- rude, concieted people
- snakes, lizards, and slimy animals
- bugs
- guys who make her make the first move.
I Rock
-horse back riding
- dog training
- horse training
- acting like a southern belle
I Suck
- being mad
- holding a grudge
- resisting affection
I Do
- prefer riding for pleasure than showing
- laugh alot
- flirt alot
- talk to animals like people
- have OCD, and a slight case of ADD
- have a soft spot for good ole hot country boys
- doesnt have a set style of clothing.
I Want
- to be a great dog/horse trainer
- want to own and run a large equine facility
I Fear
- tornados
- bad storms
I Shut up
- was once suicidal
- had a abusive father and a pushover mother
- can be bitchy when angry or depressed
- has a large imagination
- is bi-polar, but keeps it in her head
I am
Bella is typically a happy person. she does battle with bi-polar disorder inside of her head,and but she is good at keeping that up there. she is very friendly, and people liked to be around her. she does get into trouble or drama sometimes, but nothing extremely bad. she loves to have fun, and her favorite thing to do is cuddle. she does have a temper though, but she tries to keep it under control. immature and ignorant people really piss her off. but so does the smallest things. thats the bi-polar disorder, and she does a good job at recovering her happy person attitude.
Bella did have a difficult up-bringing, and it does get difficult for her to talk about it. sometimes she does slip in what she's saying and let out alittle about her history, but then regrets it. bella consideres herself a southern belle, and does have a southern accent. she would be the quickest in her friends to jump in a mudpit. or go mudding. thats her second favorite activity, horse back riding being her first. she loves horses and dogs, and loves training dogs in agility.
bella loves to flirt, and hang over guys. it does make some girls jealous, but bella wouldnt even look at a guy if he didnt make the first move. she loves to cuddle, but sometimes "friends with benefits" turns into her starting to like him, and him getting pissed off at that. she hates being rejected, and when she's depressed, she tends to lash out on those who depress her. she is brave to face people, and typically doesnt care who thinks what about her. she has been in a few fights before, and isn't too worried about defending herself. now though she is trying to be always happy and not have that reputation here.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From my 43 yr old mother, who currently works in the health industry.
I Share My Dna With none
I Come From Blue Ridge, Georgia
But I Live Here Now a housing complex that is located 5 minutes from Pinewood
This Is Who I was
Bella's history is hard to talk about. her father was a parts salesmen with a bad temper, and a horrid way. he was a mental abuser, who sometimes even got physical. her mother was a pushover or doormat, and did whatever father ordered. so with that, bella grew up as a timid tomboy, scared of men. terrified of her father. she had no siblings, and had no one to take care of the emotional side of her. so she did her best to live.
at the age of nine, bella began to become suicidal, but the first time she threathened to kill herself, she was shipped off to a mental institution. that did no good, and taught her to keep her dark thoughts inside her head. she was sent to mental counseling at a nearby place, but she didnt stay long. instead she had tricked the therapist many times. after realizing that she was beginning to play mind games (and mind you, she's very good) like her father, she took herself to another different councellor. after 4 years in that, she began to recover.
and it was then, that she faced her father and told him she was leaving. she felt like she did it the cowardly way through text messages, but it worked. she left him. but he didnt stop. no, he continued to play mind games with Bella, and they havent stopped. she is very frightened when hearing about her father, or when he contacts her. she is very vunerable when he tries to contact her, because she seems to get stuck in the memories.
Bella started riding at age 11. her instructor immediately saw talent, and her bond with horses grew. she had a special talent that only true riders had. she could control difficult horses easily, and train horses quickly and properly. she had dealt with her share of wild mustangs, and crazy tbs and everything. she had ridden a variety of horses, and she had yet to find a horse that with time she couldnt bond with. she also has the similar affect on dogs. she has dealt with problem dogs before, but she did get stuck on a couple cases there. but, thats pretty much a rough draft of Bella's life.
This Is Who I am crazy, happy chicka who just wants to enjoy life.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight, males only please.
I Love being cuddled, hugged, kissed, and fussed over
I Loathe guys who wont make any moves, arent clingly, and dont love me for the right reason.
Maybe I loved none in this new town
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down Know Jumps Know Glory, No Jumps No Glory.
I Am Awesome
pulling into a dirt lot infront of an autobody shop, bella strained her body to peek out of the Pontiac Grand Am's backseat windows. removing her seatbelt, she sat on her knee's, awaiting another car to pull in the lot. as time went by, sweat started to bead up on her fathers neck. he was getting impatient. "Fifteen more minutes. All im giving them. If they aren't here by then, im going home." bella merely sighed. pressing her forehead to the window glass, she began to lose hope. just then, a small red car pulled into the lot. a trashy women was driving, and a very ugly man stepped out of the passenger side, but tripped over something. he shut his car door, and began to talk to her father and step mother. she sighed, awaiting acceptance to get out of the car. The man motioned us to follow him to his car, and we obeyed. He opened the door, and nearly ten puppies spilled out from the open door. That's when Bella first saw him. A large, almost all black, german shepherd x collie puppy sat huddled with his sisters. he looked very timid, and scared. he looked up at bella, and her heart nearly melted. he had the softest eye, and he was just beautiful. "Dad, can we get that one?" bella whispered her father. "Hush Isabella! I told you! I pick the dog out! go get back in the car! " bella cowered from her father, but stayed where she was. after ten minutes of debate, her father reached in an picked the one bella wanted. her heart leapt, as her father handed him to bella. "You take care of him. His name is Gunther now. If he pees, dont let it get on the car seats." she obiedently nodded and got in the car, cuddling her new puppy. He was softly whining for his brother and sisters, but he didnt try to move from Bella's arms. just then her dream took a different turn. this had all been from her past, and she couldnt seem to wake herself. bella sat in the backyard, quietly crying with her Gunther ( who was nearly bigger than her now, and when she sat he towered over her.) in her lap. all the sudden, the backdoor of the house busted open. her father was wildly screaming, his face beat red. he hurriedly marched down off the porch and headed for Bella. The next part happened too quickly. Her father charged her, and when he got very close to her, he reached down to yank her up, but her dog had sank his teeth into her fathers arm. with much screaming, and growling, her father steamed back to the house. gunther returned to his place on Bella's lap, glaring at the house. Bella wrapped her arms around the dog now, tears steadily flowing. just then her father busted out of the backdoor with a shotgun in his hand. he pointed it at her and the dog, and put his hand on the trigger.
she screamed, not knowing she wasnt dreaming again. she sat up, tears flowing out of her eyes again, even though her dream had occured 6 years ago. she sat on her bed, shaking uncontrollably. after a few minutes, she pulled her arms around her body to comfort herself. the empty apartment was silent, not comforting. she rose, and wandered to her door, and stepped on on the balcony. the brisk wind didnt soothe her worries, instead it made the tears more noticable. she sighed, and wandered back into the house, sitting upon her bed. she couldnt go back to sleep tonight, not with those memories in her head.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
