fairholm, arielle marie. [DONE]

[ariellefairholm]

ELLI! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me ARI and I've shot for the moon FIFTEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

The birth certificate reads Arielle Marie Fairholm
But Everyone Calls Me Elli
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
They say I Am a striving photographer
I've Been Told I Look Like Leighton Meester

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'6
And I weigh 125
Ive Been Inked And Pierced Pierced ears
They always say I look like
Arielle is one of those girls who can come to school wearing sweatpants, a baggy tee, no makeup and her hair in a messy do that could hardly be called a ponytail and still make every other girl jealous and every boy hard. Not that she notices. She has wavy, bright brown hair that definitely has a frizz problem, unless it's full of product. Arielle has never dyed her hair, and doesn't plan to. One of the things she prides herself on is the health of her hair. She washes it, every morning, without fail, and depending on the day's activities, sometimes at night too. Some people say washing your hair too much is bad, and that may as well be true for the rest of the world's population, but it is definitely not true for Elli. I guess you could say that her eyes are a pretty average work- brown. I mean, what else can you say about dark, shiny eyes? Boring. She has a nice, heart-shaped face that always used to bug her because it seemed so small and awkward on her body, but soon enough she filled out and it looked more delicate than awkward. The most distinguished part of Elli's face would have to be her mouth; when she's smiling, it's a huge grin spreading across her entire face and lighting up the world, and when she's not it's a pristine little red pout.

Self tanning? Ick! Not for Elli, please. She'll stick with the pale skin she was given, even if it's not in the vogue right now. After all, she rather does like the way it draws attention to her dark, sleek hair and the way that it makes her lips look even redder and plumper. Although a little help from makeup wouldn't be unwelcome. It's not that Arielle needs makeup- it's that she thinks she needs it. Arielle was never one to be mistaken for being older than she is- and it's not a fact she's proud of. She generally looks about one or two years younger than she actually is, and somehow Arielle has engraved it into her own mind that makeup helps to reverse this. Thus she never leaves the house (well, never leaves her bedroom) without at least one coat of mascara, a couple layers of lip gloss, and sometimes a thin smearing of eyeliner. When she's really going somewhere nice, Elli adds some eyeshadow, foundation, blush, and lipstick to the mix. Luckily, her skin has never been a problem. While Arielle's friends agonized over acne, she remained silent and every now and then offered up a suggestion she'd read in a magazine. She never really realized that the glares her friends gave in return were signs of jealousy of the fact that Arielle herself had never really had an acne problem.

Fashion? Hell yes! Fashion is one of Arielle's many loves in life. Around age fourteen, she began immersing herself in loads of fashion magazines, shopping at thrift stores, and dreaming of designer garments. She's always been good at picking out the perfect outfit for anyone, and for a couple years Elli even wanted to be a fashion designer. That dream fell through the cracks though, and now she sticks with designing her own outfits. Arielle's sense of fashion is totally her own- she never dressed like anyone in her class although she yearned to fit in. Maybe fashion was the one thing that she felt she could branch out and be unique with- and she was right. Instead of ridiculing her, Arielle's classmates respected her for her unique, somewhat bold sense of style.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Her sense of style

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore Sunny days; the way the sun casts a bridge across water; boys who smile a lot; staying up late; laughing; dressage; music; photography; randomly bursting into song; bright colors; hanging with friends; chocolate; running
I Abhor winter; ice; people who refuse to see the good in anything; people who take themselves too seriously; spiders; horror movies; mornings; awkward silences
I Rock photography; running; working with horses; starting a conversation (usually); fashion; doesn't give up easily
I Suck talking to guys; showing her emotions; singing; persuading people; seeing other points of view; can be moody and unpredictable; doing hair; school
I Do bites nails; has to eat a bowl of plain lettuce with dinner; sucks on bottom lip when she's nervous; talks too fast
I Want to ride in the grand prix (more of an impossible goal...); to fall in love; for her daughter to be happy
I Fear spiders; dead people; being left behind; getting raped/kidnapped/murdered while running; letting people down; being secretly hated
I Shut up her daughter
I am

It would be impossible to define Arielle by a stereotype or a clique. In the best years of her life, she had no real "clique" and was friends with everyone from different cliques. You could call her a jock because she made varsity on cross country and got fourth in state. You could call her an art-freak because photography and fashion were her obsessions, you could call her a lot of other things, but they wouldn't truly define her. Maybe the reason for this is because she was always herself, and was always kind to everyone and never held grudges. She never really seems to care about what other people think, but the truth is, she does. She's just really good at hiding it. Elli used to be one of the most confidence people you would meet, but the divorce and the pregnancy shattered her confidence and she's still working and putting it back together.

Elli is not good at all at seeing other people's points of view. She thinks that she is right, and there is no other way to look at it. You might say she would be a good lawyer, but that would be assuming that she was good at convincing people, which she is not at all. Sometimes this gets her into trouble, especially when her views clash with authority. Luckily, Arielle has always been considered "sweet". All the adults love her cute little smile and easy way with words, and so she usually has enough charm to get out of most things. Anyway, Elli has never been one to get into too much trouble. She has a decent sense of right and wrong, and just doesn't feel right breaking the rules.

Another thing you have to remember about Arielle is that she has ADD. She'll be talking to you, and suddenly she'll see a piano which will make her think about how she once took piano lessons, but then she made her mom let her quit by making up a story about her violin teacher being a secret agent plotting to kill her... in hindsight Arielle would realize that Eliza didn't believe her, but wanted the best for her daughter... just like whenever Gerald made her to something she didn't want to he would say "its for the best..." like when he made her clean the entire house in three hours and Arielle didn't understand how that was for the best.... yeah you get the picture. The ADD leads to her also being incredibly random. Sometimes it's amusing, and sometimes it's just super annoying.

Whenever Arielle would clean her room and throw things away, she would end up getting rid of about three things. She's incredibly sentimental, and everything can make her nostalgic. She keeps almost everything as a souvenir. Maybe it's because she learned that nothing is permanent, and everything can be ripped away in a second, leaving you only with memories. She is also very devoted and determined. If there is a certain shot that she really wants, she will stay there for hours, even canceling all her plans for today just so she can get the shot. If she doesn't end up getting it, she'll be pissed and come back again and again till she gets it. Call it insane, or call it persistent. Or you could just call it Elli.

[ sorry the personality isn't very good, I'm still kind of figuring her out ]

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Father; Gerald Fairholm- Engineer
Mother; Eliza Marie Beller-Fairholm- Nurse
I Share My Dna With None yet, but room for possibilities.
I Come From Bellevue, Washington
But I Live Here Now Pinewood
This Is Who I was

Gerald and Eliza Marie were the couple in high school who everybody said was so cute and so perfect and would obviously end up married. Everybody was right. At the senior prom, during the last dance, everyone stopped dancing and turned to watch Gerald Fairholm, the star quarterback get down on one knee. Eliza Marie, the homecoming queen and cheer leading captain, screamed her yes before falling into Gerald waiting arms. For most of the high schoolers in the small town of Ferndale, Washington, it was the most romantic thing they'd ever seen. For the happy couple, it was definitely a dreamlike existence. They both attended Western Washington University, and after graduating, Gerald's job moved them to Bellevue. Three years after their fantasy marriage, Eliza discovered she was pregnant. The young couple was ecstatic. It was a rainy two-o-clock in the morning when Eliza's water broke, and she was rushed to the hospital. After a long, painful labor, Arielle Marie Fairholm was born three weeks premature, weighting four pounds, two ounces. Her parents took one look, and all their dreams for her future began to form.

In elementary school, Arielle was the girl who all the other girls were jealous of and who all the boys secretly had a crush on. She had pretty brown hair that was always done up in two adorable braids and eager brown eyes. Her clothes were always perfectly matching thanks to Eliza's good taste, and by fifth grade she was wearing all the popular brand names. She even had a pretty name: Ah-Ree-Ell. Her mom was always involved in the PTA, and all the kids loved Eliza because she could act like a kid herself. Everyone wanted to spend the night at Arielle's house because her dad made the best pancakes in the morning, and her parents always let you stay up late watching the newest Disney movies. Arielle's birthday parties were always the talk of the grade for at least a month- the entire class was invited, no matter what, (even the special ed kids came) and there was always some fun location like the water slides, the skating rink, the amusement park, the ranch, or the movie theater. And party favors! Once, Gerald and Eliza had even sprung for buying the seventeen children in Arielle's class $15 iTunes gift certificates for party favors. You could say that Arielle has a spoiled childhood, and you wouldn't be far from the truth. But her sixth grade year, everything changed.

In middle school, Arielle was the girl who everybody whispered about. "She's gone so downhill," said the girls who thought they were being wise. "She's hot, but she's too messed up," said the guys who cared only about the amount of cleavage. "I don't know what happened... she used to be so cool," said the girls who used to be her friends. Sixth grade started out pretty good- Arielle was one of the first girls to get a boyfriend. His name was Jon, and his friend had asked Arielle if she would go out with him. She agreed, and their relationship lasted exactly four days, the high point being when they walked to the local fast food joint together, holding hands the whole time. Everyone was awed by her popularity, fashion sense, and ease with guys... but they didn't know what was really going on. Behind the doors of her house, Gerald and Eliza were fighting every night. Their free spending in Arielle's earlier childhood was starting to catch up to them, and Gerald had been laid off. But no one saw any change in Arielle till the divorce was filed. Gerald moved out, and Eliza started to withdraw from her daughter's life and immerse herself in work. Arielle went through a sudden loss of confidence when her two best friends ditched her for a more popular group, and she turned drifted, invisible, through the halls. The last straw came in seventh grade when Arielle sat in the bathtub and pressed a razor to her thigh. Cutting became an obsession for the twelve-year old, and one day Eliza accidentally walked into the bathroom and caught her daughter with a razor in hand, blood trickling down her leg. Eliza was smart enough not to believe the shaving lie, and immediately got a counselor. The shrink suggested that Ariella move in with Gerald, who had a wife now.

Moving in with her father and his wife Julie was Arielle's worst nightmare at first. Julie was prying and overly-kind, but she did have a passion for riding. Horses became Arielle's retreat from the world. Julie gave her dressage lessons, and eventually Arielle progressed from Julie's level and found a professional trainer, Gina Weiss. Slowly, Arielle began to glue her life back together. However, she had no friends at school, an existence impossible for someone who used to be as social as the childhood Elli. She convinced her father and Julie to let her go to a different high school than her middle school peers, and they relented. Elli was on a mission to change her future.

In freshman year, Elli was the outgoing, hyper one who was friends with everyone and didn't have an actual social group. In sophomore year, when she noticed her grades the year before had been C's and lower, Arielle became the nerd, obsessed with grades, running, and photography. In junior year, Arielle noticed her grades were still low and gave up on getting honor roll. She decided to be herself, and it worked. She made a ton of friends, and everybody respected her for being a genuinely cool person. Her junior year, Elli fell in love. He was the star of the football team, the class clown, a total hottie. His name was Trevor Rass, and they made a perfect couple. Trevor and Arielle became the junior classes best-known and best-liked couple, and everyone wanted their relationship to last forever. So far, Arielle's junior year had been a dream come true and she wanted her senior year to be exactly the same. But before that year came, everything changed.

It was Arielle's best friend's seventeenth birthday party. It was going to be the biggest party of the year. There was going to be lots and lots of alcohol, lots and lots of typical teenage games, lots and lots of loud music, and ultimately, lots and lots of sex. Arielle had been planning on saving herself for marriage, but having too much to drink can change your views on a lot of things. At least she thought to use a condom, but it had been in Trevor's wallet for at least a couple months, and wasn't entirely trustworthy. It only took a couple weeks, a missing period, and some throwing up to make Elli realize that that night had been the biggest mistake of her life. Abortion wasn't an option- really, Arielle had nothing against it, but she didn't want to do it herself. Keeping the baby? No, as every adult who knew constantly reminded her: it would ruin her future. That left one option: adoption. Trevor became a jerk after the pregnancy was discovered. He broke up with Arielle, claiming he didn't want the responsibility. He was lucky that he could just leave it behind like that, and even luckier that he didn't feel the pain Elli felt when he broke her heart. Thankfully, Gerald and Eliza were incredibly supportive. They alternated accompanying Elli to her doctor appointments, and helped her find an adoptive family. Julie however, wasn't so tolerant. Ever since the pregnancy, Julie and Elli's relationship has been awkward and strained. The baby was born in the summer between eleventh and twelfth grades. It was a girl, and although it was a closed adoption and Elli would never see her daughter again after the adoption, the parents agreed to let Arielle name her child. Nobody realized understood Arielle's choice of first name, and even she didn't entirely understand what she did. Julie Eliza.

In senior year, Elli was the girl that everyone was proud of. She had survived a pregnancy and a total asshole boyfriend, and her social life had hardly been damaged. She was the girl who everyone said was strong, and now when people whispered about her all they said was "I can't believe she pulled through." "I wish I could be like her." "I could never be as strong as her." And yet, Elli herself never even felt that strong.

This Is Who I am I could compare myself to a house burned down in a wildfire. I am broken, but maybe I can build something even better on the charred foundation.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love blue or green eyes; tan; tall; strong; funny; compassionate; doesn't take life too seriously; makes her laugh; athletic
I Loathe noncommittal; bleached or dyed hair; acne; obnoxious; egotistical; bully; judgemental
Maybe I loved Jon Malinowski (6th grade), Matt Sloan (freshman year), Trevor Rass (junior year)
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome [ it's from a horse rpg, I hope that's okay. I haven't on a human one forever so all my samples are really bad ]

▪ ▪ ▪ all the king's horses and all the king's men

&& i'll be wishing on pennies in an empty well,,

It was like a time machine that took you back to the past and you could change it all and make everything different. No, that's not right. It was like a time machine where you could change yourself and make everything different. It was like seeing what you were, long ago, well seeing your situation at least; and yet the one who was in it now handled it so differently. The filly's eyes were always bright, and an exuberant smile was always stretched across her velvet lips. It was like she could never really stop moving or talking. The first barrage of dialogue hit Fleur off guard. Um, yeah, I think I'm good, she said uncertainly, and braced herself for the third degree. Hi Alice, I'm Fleur. Fleur smiled slightly at the filly's exuberance and looked bemusedly down at the butterfly. Hi, Mr. Butterfly, she allowed, feeling rather like an idiot. Oh, and then came the compliments. God, Fleur hadn't heard things like that since, well, since... her parents had.... you know. She froze at Alice's compliments, unsure of how to reply. Um, well, thanks I guess, she blushed slightly, something which was totally stupid. Why should she be embarrassed in front of this crazy little filly? Fleur was a little too involved in her own mind to notice that the smile was slipping from Alice's maw, and was replaced with a quiet sadness, something that was strange to find on the generally ecstatic expression of the filly. Fleur was about to step forward and check if Alice was all right, when she looked at the ground and murmured, sorry, and something about memories. Memories... oh god, how she hated them. There were those who told you to treasure the past, keep it close to your heart because one day you would forget it. But what if you wanted to forget it? What if the price of remembering was worth forgetting? What if... what if remembering was just as painful as living it had been? And what if living it had been a few steps short of hell?

For almost a year now, Fleur had been tossing pennies in an empty well. Placing her stock in something that had nothing left to give. Expecting the dead to get up and walk, expecting the gone to come strolling out of nowhere. Wasting wishes in a well that held no hope. Because when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even. The edges are jagged, and there are too many missing pieces to ever put it back together again. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again. Just change the words a bit, and you get the story of Fleur's life. Fleur stood on her too-perfect childhood. Fleur had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put her family together again... All the kings horses and all the king's men couldn't put me together again... A single tear, salty and round caught in Fleur's round moss stained orb. She blinked it away and looked at the ground. How many times, she wondered, how many times must I fall before all the king's horses and all the king's men even try to put me back together again? How many times must I fall off my wall? Maybe there was no answer. Maybe no one would ever rescue her; maybe she would have to rescue herself. Pack away her fears, paste on some dignity, pick up the pieces of Fleur that were scattered all over the universe. She would hunt for some superglue; some waterproof, shockproof, ageproof, lieproof, hateproof, betrayalproof, memoryproof, breakproof glue that would hold strong forever. And then she would smother herself in it and glue herself back together. She would repaint herself so that the cracks wouldn't show, and soon she would be good as new:
Absolutely, 100%, complete with varnish and dull paint fake.

What if life were so simple that the sight of a butterfly could paste a smile across your face, chase the Bad Guys in your heart away? For the second time today, Fleur felt a pang of jealousy. All the butterflies in the world couldn't put Humpty together again... And yet they could give Alice wings, make her smile ear to ear, let her fly across the meadow with lyrics sweet as buttercups trailing from her perfectly shaped lips. Come, she called, and her eyes said, forget about it. Live in the moment. Come, come, life's but a game and if you're hiding in bed the whole time I'll beat you! Come, come! Come. Come to the spring, let the cold water cleanse you inside and out. Let the grass be soft beneath your feet. Let your new friend spill her heart, and let her listen while you spill yours. Come, come, let it go. Come. Fleur lifted her long, delicate neck, and stared straight ahead. Her mossy eyes gave away nothing. Alice was far ahead now, her small body leaping and bounding as if joy itself was causing her to have a seizure. Pink mush trailed behind her and her strange dark mane whipped in the wind. The stream ahead glistened silver, glowing, and the wind sang to her, come come come come come. What was there to lose?

I'm coming, she said with a smile, and she stepped forward to her new friend.

word count;; 912
listening to;; fall for you- secondhand serenade
comments;; credits to humpy dumpty xD

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

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[E. Johnson]

[ Arielle ! ]

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