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EDEN HADLEY INNOCENCE WILKS

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FULL NAME: Eden Hadley Innocence Wilks
AGE: EIGHTEEN
MEMBER GROUP: FUCKED UP KIDS (I think anyway, If I'm wrong, could you tell me so I can change it?)
GRADE: SENIOR
BIRTH PLACE: FRANCE, raised in the USA
RELIGION: CHRISTIAN
SEXUALITY: STRAIGHT
PLAYBY:DIVA ATLANTA

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AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT

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Hey what’s up? I’m Eden Hadley Innocence Wilks. But most people call me Edie or Eddi, mostly Edie. I’m eighteen and an awesome senior, so I hope to get out of this place soon.

Medical history? Uhhhh, why ask that? You think I have a problem because I’m at an school for crazy people? Just kidding. It’s fine, really, I get that question a lot. Well, first of all I have ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I’m special enough to have the ‘H’ added to ADD. That’s what I tell everyone anyway. I was diagnosed in…2nd grade I think. I was told I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should in class, and yadda, yadda, yadda. I didn’t really care what the people said.

As for the ‘real’ reason, that’s what my parents said, I’m here is because my left hand is paralyzed. Apparently it was noticed at a young age, like before I was two, and the doctors still haven’t figured out why, so right now, I’m just living with it. So, I guess they noticed whenever I cried. You know, how babies move around everywhere, well I guess me arms moved, and my right hand moved, but my left hand kind of just dangled there. So, my parents took me to the doctor right, and they said that my left hand was paralyzed and they’d have to do some tests, but did they ever figure anything out? No, they didn’t, and my parents were stuck with me and no answers. And I guess I was supposed to be left handed, but now, I write a little funny because of that. But that’s alright, it doesn’t really bother me, I guess my parents are a little annoyed about it still because they haven’t got answers and they may be why they sent me here. Oh yeah, and my parents used to send me to physical therapy to see if they could get my hand to work, it’s not like it’s dead. Apparently, the nerves are all okay so it’s not like my hand is dead, it’s just what happened I guess. Oh yeah, and I have scars on my hand because of operations, they tried to fix it, I’m grateful for that.

Well, first of all, I have a nose ring. And I know that sounds kind of weird, but still, and it’s one of those horseshoe ones, and it’s totally awesome. I’ve got blond hair and sometimes I dye it, ummm, I tend to wear t-shirts a lot even when it’s cold, I’m crazy like that. I will punch you if I get mad, because if you insult my family, my friends or me, you’ll get it. Even if I can’t punch well with my left, you’ll get it with the right, probably won’t hurt as much though. And the therapists said I had anger management issues, where would they get that crazy idea from??? I really like to read and write, and so did my Mom.

I was born to Fissure Wilks, and I don’t really know my Dad. Yeah, I was an accident, but I don’t really care. My favorite food is the awesomeness called strawberry cheesecake. Yummmm. Ummm, I hate stuffed animals but I like ducks. I’m sure I’m quite the rebel child and have been for quite some time, but apparently I used to be pretty adorable. I also used to hate the game monopoly, but you know, I really love that game now, I think it’s because it’s really long and no one wants to play it, so it’s rewarding when they get all grumpy because my Mom says they have too. What don’t I like…I guess not knowing who my Dad is. Yeah I probably could get a paternity test or something, idk, but it’s not like my mom kept a record of EVERY guy she slept with, who does that? It’s kinda creepy. Oh, I also don’t like Spanish, speaking it anyway, I really don’t.

WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO

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NAME: ADE.j
AGE: ehhh
EXPERIENCE: 2 years
TIME ZONE: EST
OTHER CHARACTERS: None

She ran down the forgotten alleyways. Awaiting her doom. She had to get there. She had too. Her heart was pumping and her head pounding. It was dark, and only she could see. Her eyes worked like an owl’s. Useless in the morning and usable at night. She didn’t look back. She saw the fence. And she jumped. Her head hit the ground painfully. She woke up… her head was on a soft pillow.
“ASHLEY! ASHLEY! WAKE UP!” Her Mom called from downstairs.
Ashley slung her pillow over her head trying to drown out her Mom’s loud voice. “I’m nocturnal.” Ashley whispered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself out of bed. Her room was still dark; her Mom hadn’t come in to open the curtains yet.

Ashley walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair was wild and crazy just like it should be. Ashley was hurrying so her Mom wouldn’t come in and open the curtains. There was a knock on the door. “Ashley, wake up!” Her Mom yelled again.
“I’m up Mom! Don’t come in!” Too late, her Mom had opened the door and went straight for the curtains. Ashley ran into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it. “Thanks for respecting my privacy Mom.” Ashley rolled her eyes again.
“This is MY house Ashley Cameron! Not yours! You live under my roof, you live by my rules!”
“Okay Mom, jeez. You don’t have to get all dramatic about it.” Ashley was getting a little annoying with her mother. “Now can I please have my room to myself?”
“Yes, now that you’re up, you may.” Her Mom walked out of the room.
Ashley walked out of the bathroom and ran towards the curtains. She quickly shut them, her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness.

Ashley went to her drawer and pulled out her dull all black uniform that she was forced to wear to school everyday. It’s not that she didn’t like the color black, it’s just that she was forced to wear it everyday. She was just annoyed because she liked her own style. At her school, the student weren’t allowed to change the uniform in anyway. Sure, they could pick out the color, but no random bits of cloth, no chains, no nothing, unless it was approved by the school. Any choice that was brought to the headmaster was always declined, so there wasn’t really a point in it at all.

OOC: I'm a too lazy to put in the template for this right now but I do have one, and it's 411 words.

[ELIZABETH]