Post by Pixel Conner on Dec 8, 2010 19:42:01 GMT -6
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“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
I'm Pixel Ann Conner. Pixel like on a computer screen, and a lot of people call me Pixie. I don't mind, in fact a lot of my screen names are "Princess Pixie" or something like that. I'm a nice person, though after what happened a lost a lot of my friends. I never really saw myself as a scary person, and I will don't think I am. I get angry sometimes, and if you saw the wrong thing I might start bawling but for the most part I try to start calm. I have a habit of being a tad bit of a spazz, and I run around like crazy sometimes. I like cupcakes, though I try not to eat them all the time, and almost everything I own is purple. I made friends easily, and I'm very open, pretty much the only secret I try to keep is how I got here. I'm from Texas, but I hide my accent.
“Next question, how’s school?”
I was home schooled most of my life. I stayed home with my aunt while my dad was at work and she was the best teacher I'd ever had. Well, I passed and I learned what I needed to learn but I don't think I'd ever really get As. I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid. I make mistakes sometimes, and sometimes I'd get angry and start throwing and breaking stuff, then I'd run up to my room and slam the door before starting to cry... I'm a drama queen, I know. I went to this science fair one time with my dad when I was eight, but he was ignoring me for I knocked over this giant thing, I don't even know what it was, it was like tubs with colored stuff in it. Well, anyway, there was a fire and dad was mad at me, so my aunt was very careful when we did science projects.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I went to this dance studio from age nine to 16, last year. I learned tap, jazz and hip-hop, and I still practice it in my free time, it's about the only thing that calms me. I like to sing, though I don't think that I'm the best at it, that isn't me being down on myself, I know I have talent, but I'm not about to try out for American Idol. I like going to the mall, and this way be super girly of me to say, but I like shop. I mostly shop online now, though. I want to be a stylist when I grow up, you know, like Rachel Zoe? Though I doubt that any celebrities want a stylist with a criminal record. Hehe... Oh! I watch movies, and I have a lot of DVDs, too... Um, I think that's about all for my hobbies and stuff.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
My family? Oh, well. There is my mom, who I don't know. She was sixteen when she has me, and she split soon after she had me. I'm told her name was Elizabeth, and my dad called her Liz. Then, there is my dad. He is... I don't know, we don't talk much. He's never said it out right, but I'm pretty sure that he sees me as a mistake that he made when he was seventeen. He takes care of me, and he lets me spend his money, but I think that's only so I'll leave him alone. Then, my aunt. She means everything to me, really. I probably would've gone off the deep end a long time before I did if it had not been for her.
Friends? I have.. Well, I had a lot of them... They pretty much all split after what I did to Alex... I don't really want to talk about my lack of friends, if that's okay with you.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Well, alright. I'm short. It's kinda where the nick name "Pixie" comes from. I'm skinny, but I don't look all freaky skinny, and I actually eat. I'm not ugly, I'm not stunning, I'm just.. Average. I'm told I have a nice smile, which I can see, and I like hair, it's kinda like honey blonde, and my eyes are a pretty shade of blue. I'm normal, I don't look weird or anything.. Um, my nails are almost always painted, as are my toenails. I have a collection of nail polish, when I had them, my friends borrowed them all the time. I'm sorry, I'm really bad about talking about myself sometimes.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
Sadly, yes. I think the science fair thing is on there, and I got into a couple fights, but that was mostly me throwing things and cursing at people, then running like hell when they tried to beat me up.. I probably deserved the beating, though. Let's see.. Oh, I started a fire once at the park, but I managed to get away from that charge with a couple hours of community service. Then, I broke into a friends house once. We got into a fight, and I broke into her house while they were on vaca and stole back a movie she'd borrowed from me.. Neighbors called the cops, and I spent like, thirty days in juvie... It sucked.
Then there was last year.. The thing with Alex.. He was my boyfriend a year ago, and things were going perfectly. He was cute, sweet and all around perfect. I swore I was in love with him.. Of course, I see now it was just me being immature and stupid. It wasn't even like he was my first, he was just the first that I "knew" I was in love with. He wasn't home schooled like me, he went to a local high school, and he a basketball star. I know it's not as highly rated as a football star, but still, he took the basketball team to the top. I was at one of his games when I found out, or rather I saw, what was going on. I noticed the looks he was giving one of cheerleaders, but I ignored it, because I loved him and he loved me back. Okay, anyway, bottom line, I found them in the locker room together later that night and pretty much the only clothing either of them has on was a cheer skirt and if you count it, a condom. I split, and I had about twenty missed calls, eighteen text messages, and ten voice mails from him in the morning... So, I paid him a visit.. I went over to his house, let myself in the upstairs bathroom window, went to his room, tied him to his bed as he slept, then beat the crap out of him with a metal baseball bat he had in his room. He has three broken ribs, his leg was broken, a busted up lip, a black eye and countless bruises by the time the cops got there and broke down the door.
“Why did you do it?”
Well, um.. Different reason. I get frustrated and angry, and upset and angry.. With Alex is was the betrayal, and my heart was broken. I was being stupid and everything. I can't say I regret it, I can't say that don't regret. I knew he deserved it, but I don't think I should have done it. Ask me later, I might something different, or I might throw something at you. I honestly don't know why I did it, I just did. I'm sorry to his parents, but I'm not sorry to him, or his slutty little cheerleader girlfriend. I honestly feel bad for the things I've done, but I know I wouldn't want to redo it, because chance are I might have actually killed him. I know this makes me sound like a psycho, but I'm really not. I'm just.. Different.. well, I guess I'm not different at this place, but whatever.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
To others it's the Alex thing, but honestly, he deserved it. I hope he never cheats on another girl again because no one deserves that kind of pain, honestly. But to me? What do I think the worst thing I've ever done is? Hurting my aunt. She was the only person who ever truly cared about me, and saw that something was wrong, but didn't know how to help me. Sometimes when I'd be in the middle of one of my fits, she'd grabbed my arms and pull me to her, and hold me close while I yelled and screamed and cursed up a storm, then I'd cry and say how I hated her and I wanted to dye, and then eventually, it might be a few minutes, it might be hours, it might be until my father came home, but I'd calm down and say how sorry I was. I love my aunt more then anyone, and she is like my mother, and I wish more then anything that I would not have hurt her as much as I did.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
My dancing. I've never won metals for it, and I don't think I ever will, but I know I'm good at it, and I enjoy doing it. I know it's kinda lame to some people, but I could care less, honestly. I try not to get my feelings hurt by stupid people who have no idea what they're talking about. I still dance, and I love making dance routines to songs. I don't make videos of them, though, because that could get embarrassing, but, you know.. I want to learn to play guitar, and I ever get around to it, that will probably replace dancing as the thing I'm most proud of, or maybe they'll be on the same level.. whatever. Haha.
"Got any vices?"
Not really. I ruined my life enough without adding lung cancer and liver disease to the list. I mean.. I've tried week, but I won't go near the hard stuff. I have gone to parties and gotten buzzed, but I don't really drank anything more then like, wine coolers and girly drinks. I know this makes me seem like I wuss, but I've just never really seen the point in drinking until you pass out and you're hugging the toilet like it's your best damn friend for an hour. So there you go, I can smoke or drink if I want to, but I just don't want me.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Um... I don't know. I don't really regret much, and you never know what messing with past will do to the present. Sure, I might not have gone to juvie, but you, I might have died or something. Does anyone else fear about things like this? Honestly, it freaks me the hell out. So, yeah, I wouldn't change anything. I can't just say "Oh, I wouldn't have beaten the crap out of Alex" because chances are, I would've done it to someone else, or done something worst to him. What if I set his house on fire? With him and his parents in it? That would seriously make me a psycho, which honestly, I still don't think I am. I did it out of hurt and anger.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
The Alex thing.... The judge. I kinda cried at the court, and she said to send me here so I wouldn't go back to juvie. I wanted to hug her I was so happy. Alex's parents were glaring daggers at me, and everyone though she was just as crazy as me. I'm truthful to be here, honestly, because it's hella better then where I could've ended up. Do I look like someone who wants to send more then thirty days in juvie? More then that, do I look like someone who could make it more then thirty days? I almost died in there the first time.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Yeah. I mean, I don't want to be in here, who does? But yes, I deserved to be punished for what I did. But.. I don't think I won't do it again. Honestly, I want to change, but no one else is going to. I'm going to get out of here, and everything is gonna be the same. Guys are gonna cheat, people are going to kill other people, and there are still gonna be people that anger me. When I get angry, I see red, and I can't even think about what I'm doing... If this place can help me, I want it to, and yes, I deserve to be here.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
Alright, so I pretty much explained this already. I was pretty much from a broken home, an only child, I threw fits a lot. I still throw fits a lot, when I get upset, which is.. Well, a lot. I guess I was blessed to have so many good things. I had an aunt who loves me, a nice house, pretty much all the money I wanted. I just... The bad out weighs the bad when I'm upset. Again, ask me about it in five minutes, and my answers will probably change.
I had friends, like I said up there, and I hung out a lot with them, and I got invited to parties. I have facebook, twitter, all the good stuff, so I wasn't a shut in or anything. I had boyfriends, I had a BFF, even though I have issues. Let's see... Oh, I once had a frog. Not like I went to the pet store and got a pet frog, as in I went outside and caught a frog, I named him Phil.. I don't know why. He died. I cried and broke a vase...
I led a pretty normal life, except for the whole going "crazy" hehe... This is still awkward for me, to talk this much about myself, so I'm going to stop, and I hope I answered all your questions.
Conner, Pixel A:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 2nd, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16, a year.
Grade: Sophomore.
Health issues: Mood swings.
Other: None.
[/i][/center]Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 2nd, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 16, a year.
Grade: Sophomore.
Health issues: Mood swings.
Other: None.
Your name: Mal
How you found us: I don't remember, I was looking for a new site and I click ones randomly until I found this one.
Code word in the Rules: -admin edit-
Play by: Emily Osment