Post by paisley broughton. on Aug 18, 2009 6:28:07 GMT -5
PAISLEY ELYSE BROUGHTON
nineteen, newark citizen , independent
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yo, yo, yo! the name is kellly and i'm living life as a femme. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only sixteen. for three years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that keep spinning circles
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
my full name is paisley elyse broughton. i was given the name paisley because it was a name my mom had always liked and, considering she was bringing me up by herself, she had full reign over what she wanted to call me. yes, i do know that paisley is a herb, thanks - but i kinda like it as a name. its unusual, and i don't get mixed up with anyone. i've never been in a class with another paisley. uhh, elyse was the name of my mom's sister who unfortunately died in a car crash when my mom was ten. she'd always liked the name and wanted to reuse it, in respect of her sister. plus, it flows well with paisley so it was kind of perfect. then my last name, broughton, is my mothers maiden name. again, because i didn't know my father i didn't get his last name. i don't think i have any nicknames, apart from the ones my mom calls me. i guess you could shorten paisley to pais, or pai, if you really wanted to.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]i was born on the nineteenth of february, in the year of ninteen ninety. currently, that makes me nineteen and a half years old. i wasn't planned, and i was the result of a one night stand. my father wanted my mom to abort me, but she wasn't having it and brought me into this world on her own. she doesn't like to talk about the day i was born much, because of the way my father handled things and the fact that there was nobody beside her. but she has told me that when i arrived and the nurse placed me in her arms, she knew it had all been worth it.
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]just men for me, thanks. girls just don't have that effect on me.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i love horse riding, surfing, singing, shopping, photography, nature, animals, acting, her parents, sarcastic people, jokes, laughing, having fun, swimming, raving, having money, chocolate, high heeled shoes, dressing up, red red lipstick, looking nice, new haircuts, clothes designing, dancing, jewellery, accessories, knowing something, shorts, skirts, denim, nice underwear, dull-ish colours, sunny weather, white teeth, being healthy, getting a tan, dying her hair.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i don't like liars, fake tan, oranges, lemons, caramel, neon colours, rain, wind, umbrella's, wellington boots, long stories, bitches, nasty rumours, beanie hats, gladiator sandals, being upset, bad news, off tone singers, bad actors, drama queens, braces, yellow teeth, bad breath, peppers, chili powder, fast food, improvisation, spiders, snakes, heights, being over weight, murderers, paedophiles, sob stories, porn.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]i'd love to either star in a movie or produce a number one hit single. both of those are my dreams. singing and acting have been a part of my life since i was very little, and it has always been my dream to accomplish those. those would be my short term goals, as i'd rather they happened sooner rather then later. i'd also like to re-live my childhood. my mother has been ill with alzeheimer's for as long as i can remember, so i spent most of my teenage years looking after her. now she's living in a care home, i'd love to get my childhood back. for a long term goal, i'd love to find my father. i don't know why i'd do it considering he wanted me aborted, but i'd want to find out why he wanted that, why him and my mother didn't marry or get together after she knew she was pregnant. i'd like answers, i guess. this would have to be long term because i don't know jack all about my father right now, so it'd take some research, too. i'd also like to do all the usual things - travel around the world, go on tour, settle down and have a family.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]i'm down for anything, to be honest. since i gained back my independence, i've only just started exploring the wonders that is love, and anything associated with it. i prefer long term relationships, because i like knowing that when i have something, its mine to keep. i believe that there is a prince charming out there for everyone, you just need to keep looking to find yours. its one of those things where i think as soon as you start believing in true love, you'll find it. there are bumps along the way, but you'll always get there in the end. thats what i think about relatoinships. oh, and i'm single at the moment.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]the only family i know of, is my mother and her mother. i have never met anybody else in my family, and my mom never talks about them. but thats fine, because we get along just fine by ourselves. my mom's name is delaney carlisle broughton. she's fourty-seven now, and she lives in a care home. she suffers with alzeheimers, and has done for about ten years. she got it young, and its very rare but the doctors said definately possible. with the help of our neighbours where we previously lived, we coped. i looked after her, my nan brought in the money to pay for food, and everything else along the way. yes, it means my mother doesn't know who i am, but i make sure i visit her everyday anyway. we were close, and we still are. its heartbreaking to have to go through the motions of introducing myself as her daughter every single day, but definately worth it when she tells me how beautiful i look, or how she loves me.
my nan has been my rock through everything. we're as close as can be and she's become my mother. she's just turned sixty four, and had my mom at a young age, which is why i think they grew up close. my nan helps me look after my mom and myself, and we've grown very close. she's lived with us since my mom was diagnosed and everyday, she goes through the same motions of introducing herself to my mom as her mom. it must be hard for her, but she's strong and we struggle through. i'll always be close to her.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]i guess the fact i'm still a virgin is considered a secret these days. what with my mother and all, i haven't had time for sex. but i tell most people i'm not a virgin so i'm not outcast for being one.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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it was five fifteen am and aspen was staring at the dark, white coloured ceiling in her bedroom, counting the swirls as her chocolate brown eyes tracked over them. the slight gap in her curtains told her that it was only just beginning to get light and, if she knew what was good for her, she’d go back to sleep. considering she’d gone to bed just three hours ago, there was no sensible reason for aspen to be wide awake at such an early time. but she just couldn’t sleep. she dozed on and off a few times but now, she found herself wide awake with nothing to do but count some stupid swirls on the ceiling of her room. turning over in bed, she flipped on her bedside light and blinked rapidly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the bright light that suddenly forested the room. her hands reached up for her eyes and she rubbed at them, before stretching her whole body and sighing loudly. her eyes cast over to her alarm clock again, finding it tell the time of five twenty two. another loud sigh emitted and sounded round the medium sized room, before the whole house fell into a deep state of quietness again. her feet fell from the bed, touching the soft carpet that lay, covering her floor. being careful to avoid the places in the floor she knew creaked and caused the whole house to groan, she tiptoed over to her door, grabbed the handle and pulled it, as silently as possible, open. she whispered down the stairs, her eyes engulfing the darkness again as she found her way, almost blindly, into the kitchen the house accompanied. the tap turned on, aspen poured herself a glass of water before downing the whole thing in one go. the glass placed back in the kitchen sink, the petite brunette girl made her way back towards her bedroom, where she perched on the end of her bed. only ten minutes had passed since her little adventure in the dark, and this emitted another loud sigh from the girl as she fell onto her back on the bouncy mattress. again, she went back to staring at the ceiling, for a good half an hour. when the digital clock beside her ticked to six am, aspen heard the alarms go off in her parents bedroom and emitted a silent sigh of relief, realising she was finally free to go downstairs loudly. as a result, aspen made her way down the stairs and retrieved her breakfast, chatting away as her parents arrived in and out of the kitchen, getting ready for work.
soon, aspen found herself logging onto her laptop, opening the chat room and entering her details to sign in. a small smile appeared on her face when she realised one of her best friends, ryleigh valmont, was already on and they began chatting. little less then an hour later, they’d arranged for ryleigh to stay at aspen’s and aspen found herself logging out, her laptop closed as she got ready to go meet the petite brunette girl. ever since she’d found out about the physical abuse ryleigh was suffering, aspen had tried to rescue her from that god awful house. she offered her a place at her own house, insisting she needed to get out while she could. but, every time, ryleigh had refused it and aspen found herself getting more and more frustrated. not at ryleigh – at her father, christopher valmont. the one causing the abuse, the pain. she knew the only reason ryleigh couldn’t escape that house was because of him, and aspen wished there was something she could do about that. but she couldn’t go to the police, no matter how desperate she was to relay the information she knew to them – she couldn’t risk loosing her best friend, not when ryleigh appeared to need all the friends she could get. there really was nothing aspen could do – except get ryleigh out of that hell hole when she could. which was how the sleepover plan had come about. and aspen was planning more then she let on to ryleigh – she was, in a manner of saying things, going to kidnap her. rather then one night, aspen would keep her here for the whole weekend. aspen didn’t want ryleigh going back to the man she called her father for as long as she could hold off, because the only thing he caused was pain. he deserved to rot in jail. aspen also figured he was doing more to ryleigh then she let on, but there was no way she would get ryleigh to admit anything else to her. finding out about the physical beatings had all been chance with aspen. but she was glad she knew, now – she would be there for her friend every step of the way, no matter if she got hurt for it. she wouldn’t be letting her friend go right now.
aspen slid her laptop back into its case and stepped into her en suite bathroom, her dressing gown slipping to her feet as she entered the small shower cubicle. the feeling of the warm water cascading down her back washed away all worries, and for a few minutes she forgot what was actually going on. as she watched the mirror opposite her fog over, she wondered if that was how things appeared to ryleigh when her father came in to beat her. remembering she needed to be somewhere, she quickly switched the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her body. going back into her bedroom, she opened the doors to her double white wardrobe and pushed through the clothes hanging inside it, feeling the soft material between her fingers. she soon settled on speckled black skinny jeans, a purple v neck tee shirt and slipped her feet into gladiator sandals, the purple colour of her toes matching her top perfectly. slipping a necklace around her neck and a bowler cap type hat onto her head, she popped her sunglasses on, grabbed her car keys and slipped her cell phone into her back pocket. pulling off a post it note from the bundle in the hallway, she scribbled a quick note for her parents, letting them know that if she wasn’t in the house when she returned, it was because she was picking ryleigh up. she’d told her parents ryleigh was coming to stay, but she hadn’t told them exactly why – she didn’t want to insult ryleigh’s privacy, or her trust in aspen for that matter. she stuck the note to the coffee table just inside the entrance to their house, and made her way quietly out of the house. she slid into the leather interior of the car her parents had brought her on her last birthday, a smile on her face as she could still smell the new car smell inside it. feeling the engine purr to life, she backed out of the driveway and headed towards ryleigh’s house. pulling up outside just five minutes later, she honked the horn as a sign, to let ryleigh know she had arrived. aspen switched the radio on quietly, listening to it hum in the background as the engine was still running. she saw the front door open and a be drawn looking ryleigh appear from it, heading towards her car. aspen’s eyebrows creased with concern, but she kept her lips zipped as ryleigh stepped into her car. aspen, who knew her best friend well enough by now, could tell she was faking a smile, trying to make everything seem alright. but, also knowing her best friend well, she knew ryleigh wouldn’t want her to say anything about it – thus, the car journey passed them by in silence.
the finger marks on ryleigh's neck hadn't escaped aspen's notice, and she bit her lip, hard, as they reached her house, pulling into her still empty driveway – her parents weren’t home yet. she stepped out the same time that ryleigh did, and locked her precious car behind them. unlocking her crisp blue front door, they made their way into the silent house and listened to the echo of the door closing behind them. aspen threw her car keys down on the coffee table and scrunched up the note to her parents, throwing it in a woven bin beside the coffee table. emitting a small sigh, she turned to ryleigh and smiled at her. ”do you want a drink ? something to eat ?” she offered, a small shoulder shrug. it felt awkward, formally awkward. it shouldn’t feel like that between two people who’d known each other for a while, right ? aspen sighed, and placed her hand in the small or ryleigh’s back, leading her into the living room. ”ryleigh, talk to me, please,” aspen practically begged, looking at her friend desperately. ”i know you’re forcing a smile, i’ve known you long enough to see through that. i want to help,” she promised, pushing her bangs from her face. ”but i can’t do that if you don’t talk to me.”
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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