Post by ELLANORA KHERRINGTON O'CONNOR on Dec 1, 2010 7:39:40 GMT -5
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i know your type,[/color][/font]
boy, you're dangerous[/color][/font]
yeah you're that guy i'd be stupid to trust[/color][/font]
well, as stated above, my name is ellanora kherrington o'connor. my mother wanted to name me kherrington because it was a name that belonged to her mother and her mother's mother. my father suggested it be my middle name as he wanted to name me ellanora. so everyone got what they wanted. i am a twenty one year old female and i am heterosexual. some people call me ella, elle, ellie, nora, whatever they come up with is fine by me, i don't really pay attention to some of the nicknames i have. i come from a wealthy background so you'd say i was upper class? not that i really pay much attention to that either. i'm currently a part time model.[/color][/font]
but just one night[/color][/font]
couldn't be so wrong[/color][/font]
you make me wanna lose control[/color][/font]
my hair changes from time to time because, well, it sorta comes with the job. at the moment though, it's brown. light brown. it usually falls down to the small of my back but i usually tie it up when i'm working around the house and stuff. my eyes are dark brown, something i inherited from my mother. i'm not really the tallest person around either, i stand at five feet and three inches tall. like i said, not too tall. i weigh one hundred and seventeen pounds. a lot of people say i look like minka kelly, which i thank them for all the time even though i haven't the slightest idea what they're on about. my ears are pierced and i pierced my navel a long time ago, that hole's probably closed up so i don't think that one counts. i don't have any tattoos, except of course for the occasional sticker. i have a few scars, i'll explain a few of them later.[/color][/font]
she got away with[/color][/font]
the boys in the place[/color][/font]
treat 'em like they don't have a chance[/color][/font]
there are really a lot of things i like and dislike, but i guess i could sum it down to a few. well, i love ainsley, my daughter. let's get that one out of the way. i also like breakfast for supper, the smell of pancakes, the smell of the ocean, sleeping in, using my milkshake as a dip for my french fries, playing on my cellphone when i have nothing to say, driving, sour patch kids, laughing when i know i'm not supposed to, the beach, lighting candles and blowing them out immediately after, old school dance moves and a lot more than that. i can't stand the twilight series, alcoholics, damon, the blair witch project, getting dehydrated, reaching under a park bench and getting my finger stuck in a wad of gum, getting gum stuck to the bottom of my shoes, traffic, abusive people, horror movies, broccoli, forgetting what i was going to say when i know it was really important, falling. [/color][/font]
& he got away with[/color][/font]
the girls in the place[/color][/font]
actin' like they're too hot to dance[/color][/font]
my number one fear is losing someone i love. especially my daughter. of course, there's not being good enough for anyone. hippos also make my skin crawl, i don't know why. probably the way their eyes and ears stick out of the water. and how they watch you and go back under. it's psychotic. so is damon, who terrifies me to an inch of my life. my goal is to live as happy a life as i can. happy and successful, though i won't let the success get to my head. i dream of finding a father for my daughter, a decent guy i guess. i want her to grow up like i did, with a decent family and a safe environment. i want to settle down and all that brady bunch crap. and, if not too much, i'd like a decent job. a secret? well, i never really planned on having a child. i was raped by my boyfriend and abused by the same jackass for six years.
i'd say i was pretty friendly. am pretty friendly. i try to make as much friends as i can, this adding to my number one goal of living as happy a life as i can. i'm very protective over my belongings, especially my daughter. this momma bear will do anything to protect her cub. seriously though. i've been in fights before. in fifth grade.
i'm accident prone. prone to accidents. which makes me really panicky and uptight. so that could be really strange, seeing a woman counting her steps or hyperventilating and stuff. but, fortunately, i'm not like that all the time.
love does not exist, i'll tell you that. so when it comes to love, i don't really give a crap because i'm not going to run after a myth. maybe it's just my past experience but i take caution in love. i'm not prepared to have my heart broken again. i guess i'm also quite careful with a lot of other things too. but i'm still free spirited like that.[/color][/font]
i know your type[/color][/font]
you're daddy's little girl[/color][/font]
just take a bite let me shake up your world[/color][/font]
my mother is kherry moretti. she grew up in italy for a little while but ran away from home when she met my dad, bronson o'connor. her family didn't approve of him or his culture, they always thought she'd end up with another italian. but their love was accepted eventually and she moved to new york with him. they got married and nine months later, came a baby boy. nikolai o'connor. they were quite happy, the three of them, i think. two years after nikolai was born, i was born.
we grew up in brooklyn, nick and myself. my parents were quite successful, dad being in a company he didn't want us knowing about and mom being a singer and all that jazz. they didn't want us to depend solely on the money so we never really used a lot of it. but as the years went by, we started getting used to it.
when i was fourteen i met damon. we were in math class together and he'd make fun of my hair. he became my best friend and i developed a crush on him, i guess. fourteen was a bit young though for a boyfriend, so he asked me out when i turned sixteen. by then we were pretty much in love. he was eighteen then. anyway, when i turned seventeen, we were still together but i noticed how distant he became. i was convinced it was my fault so i ran away with him - to make him happy. he became a drug addict, alcoholic. all the bad stuff. i remember how much i missed home then. one day, he was drunk. he told me he had waited long enough for sex but i told him it was a bad idea. i don't enjoy discussing this. long story short, i was raped, fell pregnant.
the ass abused me while i was carrying his child. the coward. i went back to my parents but didn't tell them about the abuse. he followed me and it continued. it got worse each day. even when ainsley was born, he didn't care. the day he wrapped barbed wire around my wrists and tied me to the bed was the day i knew. i reported him but he bought his way out of it. i took a restraining order against him and i haven't really seen him since. i still fear for my safety and my dughter's safety.
i'm now twenty one years old with a beautiful three year old daughter. despite everything, i love her to death and i will destroy anything or anyone, even if it meant damon, that tried to harm her.[/color][/font]
she was so shy[/color][/font]
'til i drove her wild[/color][/font]
i'll make them good girls go bad[/color][/font]
it's me jinx. :] i now have hayden and maine. i'm seexteen and i have ... i forgot how much experience i have. a year or something. oh and you know how i found you. C:[/color][/font]
good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad, bad, bad, bad[/color][/font]
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