Post by BREANNA KAYE PARKS on Jan 9, 2010 19:44:42 GMT -5
BREANNA KAYE PARKS
[/font]" YOU SANG ME SPANISH LULLIBY'S "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: Breanna Kaye Parks[/blockquote]
AGE: Sixteen
MEMBER GROUP: Crack Heads
GRADE: Junior
BIRTH PLACE: Michigan
RELIGION: None
SEXUALITY: Straight
PLAYBY: Shailene Woodley
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"My name is Breanna Parks."
WELL THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? DO YOU LIKE YOUR AGE? WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/b][/size][/color]
"I am sixteen years old. My birthday is October nineteenth. I do like my age, but I wish I was older that way drinking could be legal for me. I am a junior."
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"I would have to say I'm pretty fucking amazing. I'm sexy and wild. I'm great in bed. I'm fun and outgoing and I have a great personality. I'm the shit. I love to drink and get drunk and just have a great time with boys."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"Well, I don't think I'm all that fucked up, but my parents do and that's why I'm here. They sent me here because I have a drinking problem. Well I have sex problem too. I'm just addicted to it and I can't fucking help it. They decided once I got pregnant that it was time to do something. I was fucked up out of my mind at some party, doing stuff with guys as usual and then a month later I find out I'm fucking knocked up and I have no idea who the dad is. And my parents drew the line and sent me here."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"That's easy. I like sex. I like being naughty. I even like doing some freaky stuff with guys. I'll do pretty much anything. I like alcohol. I like being drunk and not remembering what I did. It's exciting."
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"I hate guys that don't want me. I hate girls that are jealous of me. I especially hate goody goody virgin girls. I don't like spider at all. I also don't like people who won't party!"
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Thanks for listening about my apparently fucked up life. Please come again."
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: Breanna
AGE: -
EXPERIENCE: 2 years
TIME ZONE: Eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
Breanna stood up off the couch pushing away the guy that was trying to grope her. "No, sorry honey." She told him. She loved playing hard to get. She grabbed her beer off of the coffee table in front of her and took a big gulp. She was getting drunk fast, she had already had a bunch of beers, she wasn't even sure how many.
"Aw, come on baby." The guy grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down on top of him so she was sitting on his lap facing him and straddling his legs. His hand slowly slid up the inside of her left thigh. She pushed away from him again and stood up. She gulped down the rest of her beer a little too fast and she felt a little nauseous.
"Ok, let's find an empty and bedroom and have some fun." Breanna said. She grabbed him and pulled him to her and they started making out desperately. She turned around and pulled him towards a bedroom she knew was empty because it was the same one she had been using the whole night. Everybody practically knew not to take it once she had claimed it.
Breanna started to go into the room but her cell phone started ringing. She got really annoyed when people called her when she was having sex or about to anyways. She looked at the caller id. It was her mom. Breanna loved to torture her mom by showing her that there was no way in hell she could be contolled. She flipped open her phone.
"Hi mommy how are you?"Breanna said in a sweet, innocent girl voice even though she knew her mom could here the screaming and yelling kids and loud music in the background.
"Breanna Kaye Parks, I demand to know where you are this instant! I swear I will call the police on you this time if you don't come home right now!"Her mothers shrill voice nearly broke Breanna's eardrum.
"Damn mom, calm down. I know you aren't going to call the fucking police, you have said that a thousand times and you have never done it." Breanna didn't even bother listening to what her mom said next, she just closed her phone and turned to the guy standing in the room with her. "So where were we?" Breanna asked leaning towards him.
"Aw, come on baby." The guy grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down on top of him so she was sitting on his lap facing him and straddling his legs. His hand slowly slid up the inside of her left thigh. She pushed away from him again and stood up. She gulped down the rest of her beer a little too fast and she felt a little nauseous.
"Ok, let's find an empty and bedroom and have some fun." Breanna said. She grabbed him and pulled him to her and they started making out desperately. She turned around and pulled him towards a bedroom she knew was empty because it was the same one she had been using the whole night. Everybody practically knew not to take it once she had claimed it.
Breanna started to go into the room but her cell phone started ringing. She got really annoyed when people called her when she was having sex or about to anyways. She looked at the caller id. It was her mom. Breanna loved to torture her mom by showing her that there was no way in hell she could be contolled. She flipped open her phone.
"Hi mommy how are you?"Breanna said in a sweet, innocent girl voice even though she knew her mom could here the screaming and yelling kids and loud music in the background.
"Breanna Kaye Parks, I demand to know where you are this instant! I swear I will call the police on you this time if you don't come home right now!"Her mothers shrill voice nearly broke Breanna's eardrum.
"Damn mom, calm down. I know you aren't going to call the fucking police, you have said that a thousand times and you have never done it." Breanna didn't even bother listening to what her mom said next, she just closed her phone and turned to the guy standing in the room with her. "So where were we?" Breanna asked leaning towards him.
