Post by melissa on Jul 4, 2009 16:00:49 GMT -5
Melissa Hart! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Melissa and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via Melissa Hart.
Ktxbi.
They call me Melissa and I've shot for the moon 15 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via Melissa Hart.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Melissa Beverly Hart
But Everyone Calls Me Mellie, Mellie-Moo, Hartz.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 15years
The say I Am an aspiring fashion designer.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Playby: Taylor Momsen.
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'9.
And I Weigh 120 LBS
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced None.
They always say I look like Melissa, a platnum blond is pretty much a beauty with the looks that could kill, depending on who was looking at her. Her hair is wavy, coming down to her chest in beautifully smooth strands. It stands out from the rest of her body, except for her eyes.
Her eyes, yes, the sea green colour is so interesting and intence, and they have that "if looks could kill" aswell. They are dark, usually lined with eye liner and prettied up just a bit more with mascara. Depending on the colour of liner though, her eyes range from the sea green to a brighter, cheerier look.
The rest of Melissa's face is pretty normal, after you leave the eyes and hair. Her skin is a pale creamy colour, compleatly smooth with plump lips that are most of the time shining from her pink gloss. Her mouth is pearly white with perfect chiclets from her unbelivable habit of brushing them four times a day.
Melissa is tall for her age, thin and petite. Her legs seem to never end, and her stomach shows a perfect set of abs from doing her daily workouts after riding. Her chest isn't a humoungus size, seeing as shes only 15. Her clothing is always designer, from Chanel to Gucci, she's more city girl from moving from Westchester.
She tries though, sporting designer cowboy boots on her feet, which are always also covered by Steve Madden or Prada.
Her riding clothes are also bought at high prices, taking only the most expensive Ariat boots around, and the only professional looking show jacket.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Bright green eyes, and super blonde hair.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore Animals, clothes, horses, friends.
I Abhor School, bugs.
I Rock Horseback riding, drawing, design.
I Suck School. She's not very successful.
I Do Playing with her hair, brushing her teeth.
I Want To be a pro rider, as well as becoming a fashion designer...possibly a vet...
I Fear Bugs, spiders, failing.
I Shut up Nothing?
I am Melissa is a super-flirt, and she can be quite the bitch. She's nice most of the time, unless someone or something gets in the way of something she wants. She is hyper most of the time, and she knows how to have a good time. She is funny and likes a sense of humour in the people she is around. She isn't a very serious person most of the time, shes usually playful and funny, and likes playing pranks/jokes.
Generally, she is a nice girl, all around playful and would rather be on a horses back then anywhere else. She loves horses, and she think shes a good rider.
Her parents are pretty wealthy, she usually thinks that she is the richest girl next to Beyonce. Her horse is a million-dollar stallion, and she doesnt let anyone think that hes nothing more.
She can be pretty rude around people her age, but when shes around adults/parents, shes a little angel.
Most of the time, she is nice to whoever she wants to be, but it could be one flaw (bad hair) that could make her NEVER want to be friends with that person. She is rude to those who are rude to her. And dont think for one second that if you are nice to her, that she will be nice back.
A simple "I really like you new jacket, Melissa."
Could just end up in an ugly cold shoulder.
Shes hard to get along with, but if shes nice to you, and your nice back, she might just make you another popular girl.
Her sly side could get her out of anything. Shes sneaky and smart. She had gotten out of summer school with her parents for sneaking through with a smart plan.
All of her plans are pretty much unflawable. She could make someones mind change with the snap of her finger.
Her flirty side. Ohh, god. Dont even get me started. She had dated almost the whole gr. 9 boys at her old school in Weschester, and one of them, Lucas was in grade 10. She's so damn flirty, no one can help but say "yeeees....".
It's brutal actually, at how many guys she could wrap around her finger.
She could steal your man, but you would just want to ask her one question:
"Can you teach me how to flirt like that!?”
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Teressa and Chris Hart.
I Share My Dna With She is an only child.
I Come From Weschester, New York.
But I Live Here Now Virginia.
This Is Who I was When Melissa was young, living in Westchester, she never really cared about the fact that her family was pretty well off. She had friends, and she loved them all. She was a popular girl and by the time she was 13 she became more of a bitch then anything. She suddenly cared about money, clothes and which friends were like her. She dropped many of her friends just because they wernt rich like her.
She became notorious for making fun of the "less-fourunates" in her school, and began hanging out with the more popular/girly clique.
Then, all of a sudden, Melissa's parents decided that they didnt want to live in the city anymore. Melissa threw tantrums, but obviously she lost. They packed their things and left New York, and travelled all the way out in the middle of nowhere.
Virginia.
And here she is now, Ms. Priss is coming to Pinewood with full force, with her tall boots and spotless breeches. Shes here with her million-dollar mare and she isnt taking any bs from anyone. She's all buisnuss, and is coming to Pinewood just to become an even better rider. Melissa's parents are also hoping that with all the horsey-time, her marks in school with go up a tad.
Her horse, who was imported from Germany, was once a Grand Prix jumper. And when Chris bought the horse for Melissa, he came flying over to New York, and boarded at a local stable. Melissa rode many times a week, and thats probably what triggered Chris and Teressaès minds, was to move to the country.
A horse doesnt belong in the city. Rolling hills and fresh water is what it longs for.
And so, thats how they moved.
This Is Who I am Not that great with the whole "moving-to-the-middle-of-nowhere" deal. :/
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight.
I Love Abs, nice clothes, nice hair, blue eyes.
I Loathe Nasty eating. Yuck.
Maybe I loved Lucas...
Maybe I Didnt N/A.
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome Melissa huffed as she packed her riding gear into a moving box. She couldnt take it. Her parents were monsters. True hideous, cruel monsters.
She felt like crying, but she knew that she shouldnt. She folded her black show jacket, placing her spotless tan breeches on top. She put them neatly into the box, and finished packing by placing her purple riding crop on top. She closed the box, taping it up and pushing it with her foot with the other boxes.
She pulled out another box, and scanned her almost-empty-room. She had to pack her pictures and that was all. Most of the photos were professionally taken show pictures from her past compititions with her old riding barn. She knew that there was going to be another riding arena close to thier new home, called Pinewood Stables. She had seen pictures off the Internet and had decided that it looked nice.
She sighed, wrapping all the pictures in wrapping paper and placing them in the other box, one on top of the other.
"Mom!" she shouted. "My stuff is ready to be packed!"
Teressa shouted back. "Ok."
It took a few minutes for the moving men to take everything out to the moving van.
Melissa hopped into the other moving van and once again held back the huge crying-urge as she looked at her old house.
Her dad started the engine. "Alright, lets move!" he annouced.
"Goodbye, Westchester." Melissa said, letting a small tear run down her cheek.
The moving van drove down the lane, out the wrought iron gates and soon, they were on the highway.
Melissa put her head down on the cashmire pillow she had decided to brin with her. It was soft on her creamy skin.
She thought about all the good things in Virginia.
Well, there was Virginia Tech. She wasnt even sure if they were moving even remotely close to the wonderful school. She had always dreamed of becoming a vet for horses, as well as her aspiring other dream to be a fashion designer.
There was lots more time with her horse. She loved the beautiful mare her parents had bought her from Germany.
And apparently, the stable nearby was pretty, with lots of members and horse room.
Suddenly, Melissa’s mind changed.
She might, just might, like it in the middle of nowhere.
Thanks Isa for helping =]