Post by cassity larissa smith on Aug 26, 2009 20:27:16 GMT -5
CASS! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me LINDZ and I've shot for the moon NINETEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM/BLOW THE WHISTLE.
Ktxbi.
They call me LINDZ and I've shot for the moon NINETEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM/BLOW THE WHISTLE.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Cassity Larissa Smith.
But Everyone Calls Me Cass. Larissa. Rissa.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for nineteen years
The say I Am professional model
Ive Been Told I Look Like miranda kerr.
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'9"
And I Weigh 130 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced belly button and ear piercing.
They always say I look like
I wouldnt exactly start off saying "Cassity is like no other model" but i also wont say "she's just another sex on stilts" either. Cass is inbetween. She is one of the shorter models, standing at 5'9". Her legs are a lot longer then other models, who's legs are long but so are their torso's. her legs are the longest part of her body, but i wouldnt call it a good thing. it's extremely hard for her to find pants long enough to even cover her ankles her legs are so long. despite the long legs, she has very small feet. she wears a mere size 6 or 7, depending on the shoe. sometimes she'll have to get an eight because of how wide and bony her feet are. her arms are long as well, though sometimes that can be a good thing.
She has blue eyes that stand out against her brown skin and brown hair. its not very often you find girls with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. now, i cant say that she is extremely beautiful and there is ntohing wrong with her and no physical flaws, because then i would be a liar and i am no such thing. her wrists are covered in light, pale scars because of when she used to cut. She was emotionally depressed during her childhood, she had read of cutting, and decided to try it. She got addicted to it, and now she has scars. They are hard to notice and are covered mostly by make-up, though some are so pale that they are extremely hard to notice.
she is well toned, since she has to be in order to stay a model. in her world its stay thin or stay out. she isnt exactly bulmic, though she isnt anorexic either. she eats, and if she feels that she will be gaining weight from her meal then she will force herself to throw it up, though no one knows of this secret. she still works out daily, though, and tries to keep as fit as possible without gaining any weight. she has a white smile, though her cheeks are a tad bit chubby. she was a chubby child when she was younger, and she has had thoughts of having surgery to get the extra meat removed form her cheeks. her chest isnt extremely big, though it isnt small either, neither is her rump. but we wont get in to that. thats for guys to discuss, not me.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out blue eyes and long legs.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore chocolates, roses, romantic movies, horror movies, comedy movies, horse back riding when she goes to visit her grandparents, walks in the park, modeling, taking pictures, having fun, dancing, and making friends.
I Abhor alcoholics, man whores, whores, sluts, preppy girls or guys, people who use each other, prostitutes, needles, spiders, kangaroos, rhinos, stupid and pointless movies, and that’s pretty much it.
I Rock faking a smile, acting like nothing is wrong, hiding her emotions, fighting when it comes to it, keeping quiet & keeping a secret.
I Suck showing emotions, talking about her feelings, looking in someone's eyes, saying the eight letters the words, saying no.
I Do bites nails when nervous, messes with hair when uncomfortable, bites lip when bored, stares off in to space when thinking.
I Want Her dreams are to just have a family, be happy, and live a long and healthy life. Also becoming a fashon designer would be another dream of hers. Her dream of becoming a model already came true.
I Fear her dreams never coming true. losing her brothers. dying young.
I Shut up she throws up the food she ate if she thinks it'll make her gain weight. she used to cut.
I am Larissa is far from being the mean girl. She’s a total sweetheart, and would never intentionally hurt someone. She knows what it is like to grow up and intentionally be hurt physically, mentally and emotionally. She’s always willing to help someone, and would pretty much take the shirt off her back in order to help. Her mother raised her that way, and even though Larissa moved out four years ago after her mother’s death 6 years before, her personality has remained the same way since.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Just because Larissa is a total sweetheart does not mean she isn’t a bitch too. Now, with her being bipolar, it comes as a problem. She’ll be sweet one minute, but if you start talking bad immediately she erupts and is pissed off. She’s also short tempered, so it’s best to not just piss her off. She was farm raised, and with having three older brothers she knows how to fight when it comes to it. She chooses not to fight, naturally, but if she has to stand up for someone then she’s more then willing to throw a few punches. With that being said, she also knows how to have fun without getting too out of control. She has seen what being drunk does to you, since her father was an alcoholic and her older brother followed in his footsteps. She’s had a drink or two but never really got drunk. Tipsy maybe, but never completely hammered.
When it comes to men, this is her hardest subject. She has never really had a real relationship. Summer flings, but that was it. And even then things never got serious. She has never had her first kiss, never lost her virginity, and pretty much is a little inexperienced when it comes to being intimate with a guy. Of course, she has this thing in her head that all guys just want sex and that is it. Since the only guys she grew up around were her brothers that raised her, all they ever wanted was sex. At least, all but one wanted just sex. Jason, the youngest brother was the one. He was always more carefree and loving, much like Larissa herself. But she still has that mental image of that’s all they want. She’s still determined to find that special guy, though.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Michael Jay Smith. fourty-six. in jail.
Annabelle Marie Parker Smith. deceased. husband murdered her.
I Share My Dna With Nathaniel Isaiah. twenty-four. older twin. in college with Baseball scholarship.
Nathan Isaac. twenty-four. younger twin. in college with Football scholarhsip.
Jason Allen. twenty-three. youngest brother. in college with basketball scholarship.
I Come From Chicago, Illinois.
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia.
This Is Who I was
Michael Jay Smith met his girlfriend at the time, Annabelle Marie Parker, at high school his junior year and her sophomore year. They instantly fell in love, and within no time were engaged and about to be happily married. They were, like every other seventeen and eighteen year old couple, sexually active pretty much every single week. Michael was captain of the football team and Annabelle was head cheerleader. They were the perfect couple that everyone wanted to be. As they graduated high school, Annabelle became pregnant with twins. As she grew larger and larger, she realized they were twins. Two boys. Michael and Annabelle were thrilled, and when she was seven months pregnant they held the wedding. Now, their honeymoon didn’t consist of the steaming hot sex every honeymoon did. It involved sitting down in a living room, staying away from the busy life and just watching movies, eating and feeling the movements of the twin boys inside. And before they knew it, it was nine months in to the pregnancy and her water had broken.
They rushed Annabelle to the hospital, where she was in labor for about three to four hours. As soon as she started pushing, thirty minutes later a little boy came out. And then eight minutes passed, and out came the next boy. Both were beautiful, and had come in to this loud and obnoxious world crying like expected. But as soon as they were cleaned and were being held by the happy new mother and father, they quieted down and slept soundly. It wasn’t even three months later that Annabelle was pregnant yet again. With another little boy. The first two had been named Nathaniel Isaiah and Nathan Isaac. This baby boy was to be named Jason Allen. So nine months past, and suddenly there was a house of five. Nathaniel Isaiah, Nathan Isaac, Jason Allen, Annabelle Marie, and Michael Jay Smith. Everyone was thrilled for the family of five. Years went by, and as Nathan and Nate turned five and Jason turned four, Annabelle was with child yet again.
This time a little girl. A little girl that would be named Caissty Larissa, or Larissa. Larissa came a month earlier then expected, weighing a small five pounds and seven ounces. Everyone wanted the little girl because of her beautiful brown eyes and her just adorable face. The family was growing, and when Larissa was seven, Jason was eleven, Nathan was twelve as well was Nate, Annabelle got her tubes tied. And the family went downhill. Something happened one night, and the two parents began arguing each and every night. Like all relationships and couples married at a young age, it did not last. Larissa would find herself crying beside her oldest brother Nathan, being held in his arms as he comforted her quietly. This was a hard time for the four children. And then five years later. Nathan was seventeen as well as his twin Nate, Jason was sixteen and Larissa was twelve. They were sitting up, listening to Nathan and Nate talk about their nights at parties. They always fascinated Larissa, and each night she would beg and beg for a new story for them to tell. Then, as they were talking, the sound of a pistol going off rang through the house. Larissa jumped as well as Jason, well all the children jumped. They rushed downstairs, and quietly peeked inside their parents’ room. There laid their mother, a gun shot opening in the head and blood pouring out across the just washed white sheets.
They panicked and rushed upstairs, grabbing the phone as they went and dialing 911. Mike was arrested for first degree murder, and the two oldest were left to care for the younger ones. With the twins now having to look after themselves, Jason and larissa, they had to get jobs. Years went by, and they seemed to be doing well. Jason went to college with a basketball scholarship, and both the twins left with scholarship. Nathaniel left with a Baseball scholarship and Nathan left with a football. No one ever thought they’d get it. Larissa recently turned nineteen, and decided to start a-new. She left her hometown of Chicago, Illinois and moved to West Virginia in order to escape her past. She has seen everything in Chicago – drugs, alcohol, violence, sex, pregnancies, gangs, robberies, murders. You couldn’t name one thing that Larissa hadn’t seen there. And she’s hoping her new life here will turn out to be a much better one.
This Is Who I am life is better then before, but i wont say any more.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight
I Love a built body, takes good care of himself. A charming personality and sweet smile with gorgeous eyes, protective but not too protective, caring and loveable, and not afraid to admit to their friends that he really likes her.
I Loathe over protectiveness, odor, someone who doesn’t take of themselves, thingyiness, rudeness, perverts, pretty much what no girl wants.
Maybe I loved n/a
Maybe I Didnt n/a
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down DUDE, wtf?
I Am Awesome
Never in a million years had Alessandra ever expected herself to get pregnant and become a mother. Sure, every one that knew Cassandra expected her to be the one to get pregnant first, to have the baby but give it up for adoption since she was such a whore and a bitch that was not fit to be the mother. But instead it was Alessandra, but she really did not mind being a mom. After several months you pretty much get used to the schedule. Between balancing school, work and her son J.J, she really did not have time to have a steady relationship with anyone. But she had not found anyone that she liked. Okay, lie. Another bad boy. A guy by the name of Kaiden. He was her beau, the guy no one knew about.
Alessandra sat in her room, the cover pulled up to her chest as she rested in a sitting up position. She had called Cassandra up to confess the news she had been hiding for the past five months. She was assuring her family it was just weight gain and they bought it, thinking that their daughter would never ever lie to them about something as big of as a secret as pregnancy. She stared down at the pregnancy test that read positive in her hand, knowing that this coming out positive would assure Cassandra that Alessandra really was pregnant, and just was not gaining weight. There was a weird feeling in her stomach, the feeling of butterflies. She same feeling she had when she found out she was pregnant at fifteen and the father was none other then bad boy Justin Novak. The youngest of the Novak family, the one family nobody wanted anything to do with.
Justin had been the first one for Alessandra to contact, telling him the news that he was going to be a father. And now it was Cassandra's turn. There was a knock at the door, and Alessandra called her in. Cassandra held a gentle smile on her face, walking over to her baby sister and sitting down on the bed beside her. So, what you wanna talk about? she asked. Ale pushed the covers off, revealing the large bump of her stomach. She held the pregnancy test out to Cassandra, letting the physical features of her stomach and the test do that talking. Cass just looked down for a second, astonished at what she was seeing. Tears welled up in her brown eyes, and she leaned over to give Aless a hug.
Tears rolled down both of their cheeks, and Alessandra just shook her head. What am I going to do, Cass? I cant tell mom and dad that they're going to be grandparents already. I mean, seriously. I'm only fifteen years old! How am I going to do this? she said to her. Cassandra wiped the tears away from both her and her sister's cheek, a small smile on her face You can do this, Aless. I know you can. If Jake was here he would be saying the same thing. What I am saying now is what Jacob would say if he were here and not in war. she said to her sister, trying to cheer her up and be as supportive as possible. She knew that being an aunt was sixteen would be hard, but they'd get through it.
Who's the dad, anyways? she asked. Alessandra looked down, sighing lightly. Justin Novak.. she whispered. Cassandra's tan face went pale, and just stared at her sister. Wait a minute. Are we talking about the same Justin Novak that gets in to fights and drinks and is pretty much from the worst family in town? Cassandra asked, not wanting to believe what she was hearing. Yeah. that Justin. she said. Cass sighed. Oh hot damn.. she mumbled, wrapping her sister in a hug. Alessandra smiled lightly, hugging her sister back. She was glad that Cassandra was here for her, because she knew there was no way in hell that justin was going to be there for her. it was a one night stand. There was a more likely change of him helping her then even remembering her name.
Hey, Cass. Feel this.. she said, taking her sister's hand and placing it on her belly. She applied slightly pressure, and Cassandra felt the baby moving in her sister's stomach. So, is it a boy or girl? Cassandra asked, pulling her hand back. Boy. I'm naming it after his father. she said. She was named her son after Justin because, well, he was the father and she didn't have time to think of names. Her modeling career was at stake, she had a job with long hours, she was in terrible pain, she had to finish high school, and she needed to worry about how she was going to balance all that and a baby too. This was going to be extremely hard.
Cass looked at her sister with a confused expression. So you're naming him Justin Thomas Novak Jr? Or Morris Jr? Whichever one. Why would you name your son after his father? His dad is nothing but street trash, he doesnt even deserve to have a son named after him. Cassandra said, obviously upset about the naming of the kid. Alessandra just shook her hand, her hands on her stomach. There's too much shit I have to worry about. I dont have time to think of names anyways. Besides.. I think Justin deserves a little something. A kid named after him is good enough. she said. They both let out a sigh, and just sat there in silence.
Justin Jr, or J.J as most called him, had snapped his arms around his father's neck when he reached him. He felt his, strong arms wrap around him and he smiled happily. In that short moment, J.J, or Junior as Alessandra sometimes called him as well, loved his father as if he had known him entire life. Alessandra just watched them happily, knowing Justin was thrilled to see his son after so long. She could see tears rolling down his cheeks, and it hit her hard. She could not believe that she had made the toughest guy in Pismo Beach, California cry. She felt insanely bad for not letting him see his son now, and she was not sure how she would be able to make it up to him after judging him wrongly after so many years.
She watched as a smile spread across his face, and it made her smile slightly. J.J obviously got his smile from his father, another thing that made it no doubt to anyone that Justin was the father of J.J. The little boy looked at his dad, taking his small and soft hand and running it over Justin's cheek. Don't cry dada. I am here. Don't cry. Justin's son said, looking at him. J.J hated seeing someone crying, and always found a way to cheer them up. Especially if it was Alessandra. All he had to do was start playing with his trucks and immediately there was a smile on Alessandra's face. It always took very little to cheer the teenage mother up, especially when it was her son trying to cheer her up. He was so cute that, well, you couldn't help but smile.
As she reached Justin, she just looked at the love he had for the little boy in his eyes. She smiled slightly, looking over at her son. There was a twinkle in her eye that she had never seen before, and it made her Alessandra's eyes glow. With father and son side by side, there were some many resemblances between the both of her. Same nose, saw cheek structure, same smile, same eyes, basically same everything. the only thing that J.J had inherited from his mother was her thin hair with the hint of natural light brown highlights and the barn brown Brazilian skin that everyone of the Morris family had. Well, everyone except Jake of course. He was adopted, so he kind of wouldnt have that American skin.
She suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around her and pull her close, realizing Justin had her wrapped in a one-armed hug. She wrapped her arms around his stomach instantly, her body tense in the hug before relaxing slightly. She gave him a gentle squeeze before pulling back, smiling up at him. they had about a six inch difference while the girl, Dannie, beside him only had a five inch difference between them. So she figured he was about a foot or so taller then her. Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for keeping you away from him for so long. I figured that if I wanted the best for my- our son, then he needed a father in his life. she said, smiling to him gently. She felt terrible for keeping him away from J.J for so long.
J.J clung to his father tightly as he was lifted up, and instantly he looked over at the rather short girl beside his father. He tapped his father lightly on his cheek, then pointed down at Dannie. Dada, who is dat? Is that your girlfriend? Mommy told me you might have one by now. Like she has Kaiden. he said, fumbling the the little toy truck that he held after pointing to Dannie. Alessandra smiled shyly up at justin, shrugging her shoulders lightly. Jus- Junior. I thought I told you not to ask daddy if he had a girlfriend. she said to him, giving him a gentle look. J.J looked at his mother sincerely, and immediately a smile spread across Alessandra's lips. I just wanted to know. he said.
Justin Jr looked at Justin, a smile spread across his lips, making his cheeks seem somewhat chubby. Dada, I want to know alll about you. I wanna grow up to be just like you. He said, hugging his father's neck as hard as he could, which really was not hard at all. Alessandra looked up at Justin, a somewhat unsure look on her face about what her son had just said. Her, no their, baby boy did not know about Justin going to jail or robbing a bank, or even going against the rules of the restraining order. Alessandra did not approve of how her song said he wanted to grow up to be just like his dad, but she figured he meant tall as him and things along those lines. Besides, he was only two. he didnt know any better.
J.J pulled back, leaning forward and kissing his dad's cheek. I love you dada. I promise. he said to him, putting his head down on Justin's shoulder as if he was going to fall asleep. But instead of closing his eyes, he lifted his head back up. Mommy, when do I get to spend the night with Dada? he asked, his arms still around his father's neck. They hung loosely, like he was giving Justin space but didnt want to let him go at the same time. That is completely up to your father, baby. she said, crossing her arms. She wasn't going to make the decision. it was all up to justin.
--- yus. i typed that on another site.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
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