vasquez, chabella tatiana.

[CHABELLA TATIANA VASQUEZ]

CHABELLA TATIANA VASQUEZ

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FULL NAME: chabella tatiana vasquez.
AGE: seventeen.
MEMBER GROUP: skinny hoes.
GRADE: twelve.
BIRTH PLACE: montréal, canada.
RELIGION: athiest.
SEXUALITY: heterosexual.
PLAYBY: selena gomez.

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AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT

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HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"uh... hey. why am i being interviewed, again? is this a part of this treatment thing? i'm chabella vasquez... but it says that on your papers, right? anyways, call me bella since the whole thing is long and hard to pronounce for most people."
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"uh... no, it isn't, actually. it's pretty annoying. ..i'm seventeen, turning eighteen next february, and uh... yeah. when? on the fourteenth of february.. yeah, on valentine's day. it's okay, i guess. i like being young, if that's what you're asking.. and i'm in twelfth grade."
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"shouldn't you be asking one of my friends this? otherwise it's like, biased... well.. i guess i'm a good person. i try to be a good person. i'm actually a really big pushover. people can tell me to do anything for them and i'll do it, because, apparently, i have the "need for approval". my psycologist said that, just so you know. i don't think it's true, but whatever. no one listens to the patients, everyone judges on the evaluations done by those bitches.. oh, yeah, i get really bitchy when someone rubs me the wrong way. it doesn't matter if it's a first impression, if i get a bad feeling about someone, i'll stay away. mind you, if they approach me, i'll fucking flip them off. people know not to get in my way.... honestly. i've beaten people up before and i'm definitely not afraid to here, even if they send me into quarantine or something."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"...this really isn't your buisness.. ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you the answer. (pause) no? fine.. okay, well.. i don't know. i'm not really fucked up. all my friends at school did the same thing; binged and then purged. we even did it at school sometimes, but mostly it was at eachother's houses.. and, i mean, i took laxatives too. they didn't... they were too scared to. fucking cowards. nothing bad happens, and it's easier to lose that way. anyways. my step-mom ended up finding my laxatives when she went into my room -without permission, just saying- and snooped in my drawers. what a bitch. i don't even know what my dad sees in her. she's so.. just.. ugh. anyways, next thing i knew i was in the hospital and force-fed food, and then put in here. so yeah. is that what you wanted to know?"
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"no, i don't, actually. ugh.. uhm, okay. i like shopping, or when i was able to shop, because i can easily fit into an extra small of anything and that makes me feel good. especially seeing those fat kids.. jesus. anyways, i like clothes that are dark and sparkly. i loveee sparkly clothes. but only if they're dark. if they're like.. yellow, then no. i'm sorry. i don't do yellow. uh... i like unique accents. like the french accent, or the english one. there are some annoying ones, though. like the newfoundland/ireland/scotland accent. that one can make my ears bleed. i also like animals a lot.. my dad likes animals too, so we have like four dogs and three cats. i love them all to death.. they're so cute. i also like... cursing. ahaha. i could curse for hours and never get tired, but my step-mom slaps me whenever i do, so i don't around her."
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"NUMBER ONE BITCH: MY STEP-MOTHER. she's such a fucking bitch, that woman. at first, when my dad started to date her, i was like "okay, that's cool, he's moving on from mom" cause my mom left us. when? when i was like... fourteen. anyways. so they went on a few dates, and it was okay! and then he made the mistake of marrying her and now she's like the wicked witch of the west. ugh. she makes me do chores so she doesn't have to do them, she slaps me if i do something wrong; screams at me if i make a mistake. i didn't know anyone could be that evil, but there she is. anyways.. i don't like people who think that they're better than anyone else and people who think their opinion should be the only opinion. that's just.. stupid. uh... basically any person who pisses me off. or anything that pisses me off. is that good enough for you?"
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"no. bye."

WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO

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NAME: aurelish.
AGE: optional
EXPERIENCE: four years. (:
TIME ZONE: eastern canada.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet. <3

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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK, BUT NOW
I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS OVER. WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT

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lacie loved the studio. it was like her second home; she lived to go there. even if it held lots of teary-songs and fake ones, she loved all the buttons that fixed her voice to perfection and that added some kind of special effect that made the song that much better than it was originally. the cool thing about it, though, was that the people completely accepted her ideas for the songs and such and took them into consideration, showing her what they wanted to do and checking with her to see if it was okay. because she was the one writing the songs, she got some say in how she wanted the effects to be done and where and when, especially for how long. she didn't want her voice too auto-tuned, because then it would make her sound crappy live and fake on the cd. sometimes, though, when she had to record a song in studio for a dead-line and her voice wasn't the best, she gave them the right to auto-tune her voice as much as they wanted. another cool thing was that, aside from the fake, party-and-completely-happy songs that her record label wrote for her, she wrote all the songs by herself. sometimes she needed some help with the music, but usually she wrote every single song by herself -- a quality of a true musician. when she was younger, her father had always admired this quality, and told her; that's when she had decided that singing and writing songs was what she wanted to do. having so much support from her father really encouraged her to do better, even if her mother rarely cared because she was so busy trying to show her twin some love.

lacie had a crush on justin ever since they were in grade four. she had loved the way he never seemed to care about how nerdy she was or how fat she was; he never seemed to care that he was a loner, either. they were two peas in a pod; so different but so alike at the same time. they had a lot in common, but had a lot that they liked that the other didn't. maybe that was why they got along so well -- they were the same, but they weren't, and whatever the case was, they accepted eachother and remained friends. of course, their connection had been shaken from the whole being discovered thing; the two were pulled apart almost brutally. she had felt so lonely in the beginning without justin -- he was such a big part of her life and she had always had such a huge crush on him that it was harsh on her heart to be so far away from him, as it seemed. she got through it somehow, though, and her heart fluttered and her stomach did flip-flops whenever she did get to see him or when they were allowed to record a song together. she could never sleep the night that she knew they would be recording, imaging the scenarios in her mind.. maybe, she'd finally be strong and courageous enough to admit how she felt. she never was, though. everytime she thought she could do it, she'd walk up to him and get lost in his eyes and forget all her thoughts completely. and then, the doubts would hit her; all the negative thoughts and the bad scenarios and she would chicken out and say something completely random that made no sense. justin would look at her weird, probably wondering why she had done what she did, and she always woul blush scarlet and stutter an excuse to get away from him and collect herself. sometimes, she hated what he did to her, but sometimes she loved it. she loved the way he stole her breath, sometimes she despised the fact that she was always breathless around him. she loved the way she blushed whenever he complimented her; even the smallest things made her trip over her words and flustered her to no end. not to mention, they made her check out her appearance. that's the thing she hated about his compliments -- to follow them, she would look at herself in a mirror, one of the things she hated, and not think about his compliments.. she'd look at herself and pick out the things that she hated, then go and eat and make herself throw up because she was just that fucking ugly. he made her giddy inside, but he made her hate herself more. his perfection; standing next to him at a show or sitting next to him when writing a song or just plain hanging out reminded her of how lucky she was that she had something so damn beautiful inside and out as a friend, and she thanked god for him. she loved him endlessly, from the bottom of her soul and all the way up, with everything in her.. and she wouldn't have it any other way.

that's why, when she heard of his drinking and partying and such in the media, she went to go talk to him. she had this trip in her mind for awhile, but she was planning it out perfectly. lacie was also a perfectionist, so everything had to be exactly the way she wanted, or she got very upset -- not at the people around her, but at herself. it was one of her worst traits. when she heard of justin's path that veered him away from his loving, caring soul, she decided that she had to do something about it. it hurt her endlessly to think that he'd become this.. thing that she didn't know; this alcoholic. he didn't deserve that. he didn't need that. he deserved everything and the best, the world and anything else, but not the worst things in life that would hurt him. it hurt her when she saw him and heard of him doing things that hurt him; her heart ached when another story of him partying it up and drinking came up in a magazine, and she was honestly depressed for days over it. some people had told her that it was stupid to get so upset over him, and his desicisons, but she couldn't fucking help it. she loved him so much, she couldn't help but get so upset over his faults and thoughts of doing things so horrible. then again, she was the one who shoved her finger down her throat and made herself throw up, but she didn't necassarily think of that as a bad thing. she just wanted to become more beautiful, more pretty, so maybe justin would see her as more than a friend one day -- so she could prove all the people that had bullied her in the past wrong. she hadn't reached the weight she wanted to be yet; she was one hundred and ten pounds, and it was still too much for her. lacie knew that some people noticed her declining weight, but spoke nothing on the matter, of course. she couldn't tell anyone about her thoughts until the process was done and she was beautiful. it didn't work that way.

she looked over at him when he raised his eyebrows at her and gave her that smirk that sent her over the edge; made her heart burst into a marathon of blood-pumping and made her want to kiss him right then and there. it wasn't until her brain processed what he had said that she had snapped out of her love-sick daze. what? no. she insisted, her hazel eyes widening at the thought of her singing infront of her family and friends; the people who knew her and knew when something was wrong and when something wasn't right. it made her sick to her stomach when she thought of the people she cared about worrying over her and her stupid emotions and weight-obsession and such. she couldn't let them worry over her -- she was a big girl, she could care for herself. she didn't want them suspecting anything bad going on. lacie refused to sing in her home town, in this trip. she just couldn't.

lacie smiled softly to herself as she watched him look out the window to the lake, probably, admiring his angelic features. the pale, brilliant skin; the chocolate-brown eyes that made her want to melt; his same-coloured curls that were styled so damn perfectly and made her want to run her hands through it; his figure, which made her go wild; and, at last -- but certainly not least -- his smile, which made her weak in the knees. she blinked and snapped herself out of it when he turned to her, a scowl on his lips. she shrugged when he complained to her, her eyes scanning the room. it used to be her sister's room, but now it was empty. the paint was chipped a little from when she threw her fits and threw stuff at the walls, the furniture not her's. it was a guest bedroom now, of course, and lacie wondered if justin remembered that it was her sister's or not. the thought of her sister sombered her, and her face fell for a few moments. the two hadn't been in touch at all, even though they were twins and they were supposed to be together. looking exactly like the other had to count for something, right? but apparently it didn't for her sister; all she saw was their father's favorite, and hated lacie for it. she had never rejected the idea -- she knew it was true, but it hurt all the same. lacie looked up from her shoes when he spoke again, and this time it was her turn to scowl at him. i told you, no. she said stubbornly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him. she wasn't kidding, not one bit. she would kick and scream if that was going to be what it would take so they wouldn't make her go. even though she didn't want to act like a little girl, she would resort to it if it came to that. she absolutely despised the idea of going and singing to those people, in her hometown.

she looked behind her as her mother called them down and inhaled quietly to herself as justin walked past her, smiling a little from the axe that he was wearing. she followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen, hugging her mother once more in greeting. lacie watched the exchange between her mom and him, her eyes widening in disbelief when he asked if there was alcohol in the house. she wanted to scream at him so bad for even fucking asking the question, but when her mom calmly replied that there wouldn't be and he stormed out, she lost it and followed him angrily. justin! she shouted, huffing to herself. if this was what he was going to be like, then maybe she shouldn't have brought him home. it was one thing to be addicted, and, yeah, obviously craving whatever he was addicted to, but to storm out on her mother? that was rude. she caught up to him, grabbing his arm and walking infront of him. she glared at him, warning him to stop with her eyes. now, you listen to me, justin matthew parker. i will not have you being rude in my house. she spat, fire in her eyes. it died down after a few seconds, and she inhaled and exhaled deeply through her nose. she relaxed after a minute, sighing and cocking her head to the side at him. justin, where'd you go? she felt like she didn't know him anymore. the boy that stood infront of her was never rude to her mother, but.. here he was, being just that.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: no idea. Oo gotta go to bed.
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

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[CHABELLA TATIANA VASQUEZ]

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