Post by VICTORIE ROSE HEART on Apr 10, 2010 5:40:58 GMT -5
VICTORIE ROSE HEART
[/size][/color]they don't know about us[/i][/b]
23, Heart, model, playby ashley olsen[/font][/color][/i]
ITS TOO LATE TO GO,[/size][/color]
it's getting light out[/i][/b]
No one ever thought that Hollie Victorie Allen would get to be who she is nowdays. Bullied in school for being fat and ugly she decided, when she turned 16 no one would ever laugh at her again. She joined the gym and did everything possible to become what she is now, one of the most beautiful models in the world. At the age of 19 she moved to L.A to become famous and she did. She's been Vogue face for the last two years. Of course she changed her name. She's Victorie Heart now. Sounds way much better than Hollie Allen doesn't it?[/blockquote][/font][/color]
Anyway, Victorie is evil. She wont let anyone get in her way to become the best on everything. Spoiled, disgustingly rich, treats people who she considers worse than her like if they were her servants, she doesn't care about other people feelings and she's one of the most selfish people you'll ever met. Of course she likes to be recognize, and when that happens, she'll be lovely. Only close people to her knows how she really is.
She lives in the top flat of one of the most prestigious apartments in town.
JUST TAKE IT EASY,[/size][/color]
it's too late to go[/i][/b]
hi, my name is montse. i'm 22 years old, respect it. i live in a pretty sweet place, but that puts me in the London timezone. you might know me as n/a, or not. but you can always contact me though pm. that's enough of that. sample time![/size][/blockquote][/color]
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As soon as Michelle stepped out of the car she regretted going there. That didn’t look like the hotel they said it would. That looked like a hospital. Actually, sadder than a hospital. The good thing about it was the sea, she could see it from where she was and it looked amazing. She hoped her room had good views. The walls of the building were plain white and the black roof didn’t seem very safe. She heard there were loads of hurricanes in California before and she didn’t think that roof would survive one.
She said goodbye to her older brother with a hug and he helped her to get her suitcases out of the car. They were heavy, but after all, she was going to stay there for a while.
She took the bags and walked slowly to the entrance. She tried to open the door but it was locked so she looked around for a buzzer. She finally found it on the left wall so she left the suitcases on the floor and pressed the button. A –maybe too lovely- voice asked her name and the reason why she was there.
“My name’s Michelle Clark. I’m new here. I talked to Dr. Judd on the phone a couple of days ago.”
Michelle heard a little noise coming from the door and suddenly the door opened. She got her bags again and she walked in before the doors could close again.
That place was kind of scary, she thought. There were weird drawings on the walls, they looked like kids drawings. Wasn’t that supposed to be an adolescence clinic? No one had told her there would be kids playing around.
She walked towards the information desk, right at the end of the corridor. When she got there, the same voice that she had heard on the buzzer talked.
The lovely girl gave her the instructions of how to get to her room, so Michelle walked slowly trying to remember exactly all the indications.
Finally she got to what it looked like her room should be. She looked at the indication number. 422. Yes, that was her room.
With a sigh she knocked twice and walked in. She didn’t expect anybody there, but she had to make sure. She didn’t want to be rude.
She stopped walking when she saw a very pretty girl sitting in one of the two beds. She seemed to be reading, but when she heard Michelle, she quickly closed the magazine she was reading – or was it a comic? Michelle thought – and looked at her. She obviously didn’t expect company either.
She said goodbye to her older brother with a hug and he helped her to get her suitcases out of the car. They were heavy, but after all, she was going to stay there for a while.
She took the bags and walked slowly to the entrance. She tried to open the door but it was locked so she looked around for a buzzer. She finally found it on the left wall so she left the suitcases on the floor and pressed the button. A –maybe too lovely- voice asked her name and the reason why she was there.
“My name’s Michelle Clark. I’m new here. I talked to Dr. Judd on the phone a couple of days ago.”
Michelle heard a little noise coming from the door and suddenly the door opened. She got her bags again and she walked in before the doors could close again.
That place was kind of scary, she thought. There were weird drawings on the walls, they looked like kids drawings. Wasn’t that supposed to be an adolescence clinic? No one had told her there would be kids playing around.
She walked towards the information desk, right at the end of the corridor. When she got there, the same voice that she had heard on the buzzer talked.
The lovely girl gave her the instructions of how to get to her room, so Michelle walked slowly trying to remember exactly all the indications.
Finally she got to what it looked like her room should be. She looked at the indication number. 422. Yes, that was her room.
With a sigh she knocked twice and walked in. She didn’t expect anybody there, but she had to make sure. She didn’t want to be rude.
She stopped walking when she saw a very pretty girl sitting in one of the two beds. She seemed to be reading, but when she heard Michelle, she quickly closed the magazine she was reading – or was it a comic? Michelle thought – and looked at her. She obviously didn’t expect company either.
