Post by felice dorsé on Apr 22, 2011 4:02:51 GMT -5
[/i]lexa, hailey c., student
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[/i] felice antoinette dorséfull name,
nicknames, [/i] n/a.
birthday, [/i] 07/14/90.
hometown, [/i] chamonix mont blanc, france.
--- my father thinks i am...[/i][/color]
i could have never dreamt of having a better, more well rounded daughter than felice. when her mother had passed on i was worried about it, worried she'd have no prominent female figure in her life, worried she'd have no one to talk to about things only a mother would understand, but as she grew older, those worries strayed away. she'd asked about her mother, but i never wanted to tell her. she'd make up these stories in her head. one day her mother was a ballerina, the next she was a princess from monaco, and i wanted her to believe these things. if it filled even a bit of that void, i was happy. and as long as i was happy, she was happy. she cared for me too much from a very young age, always acting too mature, as if the weight of the world and the happiness of our family was on her shoulders. as time passed, and my adolescent behaviors turned for the worst she was always cleaning up my messes.
--- at school they always used to say...[/i][/color]
in written reports i'd read on felice, most teachers had stated that she was an average student with not very much visible intellect. it was easy to trust them, but once she entered my class i couldn't help but disagree. i saw very evident intellect, but not in the subjects these teachers focused on. in other words, while she wasn't getting a's in maths and sciences, she proved to have the strongest leadership skills, as well as communication skills. and in today's day and age, that could probably get her farther than what math and science could have.
--- my best friend claims i'm...[/i][/color]
she's a piece of work, that girl. we'd been best friends for years, and she'd never opened up to me. not about her mom, her dad, anyone. she wrote things off as if they didn't phase her, and kept a smile on her face. to be honest, i almost felt like she had no soul at one point! it was so easy for her to detach herself from things, so easy to put someone down, so easy to turn right around after doing so and act as if she were a saint. but then slowly, after years! she'd finally let me in on little bits and pieces of her life. and she only started telling me these things once her father had passed away. i wanted to cry for her so many times, but i only ever saw her shed a tear once! she was telling me how there wasn't going to be anyone to walk her down the aisle, to meet her kids, all of those paternal roles. and that was when i finally saw some human in her. but somewhere in the midst of all of that going on, she kind of changed. she'd never been one to have a boyfriend, and it wasn't that guys weren't interested. but looking back now, i feel like she just had a lot on her plate and didn't want the extra stress of a relationship. but then she met that american boy, or whatever the hell he was. so it was her first real relationship, and she got really into it really fast. i don't think she knew how to handle it, so she'd go from being her typical self one night, to a completely different person the next. it was hard to keep track of, and it carried on.. and on.. and it got to a certain point where she'd try to talk to me about it and all i could do was laugh. the whole thing was so bizarre, i couldn't take it seriously if i tried. and now she's in the states with his family or something, i'll never get it.. because again, she opts not to fill me in.
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.. i wouldn't really call myself an ex. an ex-hook up, maybe. but i've never even hard of something like that. felice was alright though, it was kinda like hooking up with her was necessary. she was that fun single girl even when she wasn't really single, ya know? i wouldn't really go as far as calling her easy, but she definitely wasn't prude. she was the kinda girl that guys could go to if they wanted no strings attached, so that's what the majority of them did, myself included. it was never awkward afterward or any of that shit. literally almost like it never even happened. but more than anything, the girl could make you laugh. she was never a pain to be around, never got all dramatic and shit. it was only after she started dating that guy that she got all weird, at least every other time i saw her. one night she was cool, the next she was the biggest fucking bitch in the world.
--- i've always thought of myself as...[/i][/color]
a charity case, but only as of late!
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