Post by meg on Apr 28, 2011 4:29:07 GMT -5
megara cassandra creon.
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TWENTY ONE. JUNIOR. SPIRIT. CHERYL COLE. MEGARA.[/CENTER]
"I'm a big tough girl. I can tie my own sandals and everything"
"This is where I introduce myself? Well, I never make a good first impression, I ususally say something a bit too sarcastic to a stranger. I'm Megara, but everyone calls me Meg. Why my parents gave me such a stupid name I'll never comprehend. They probably got bored, or wanted to make me the kid everyone bullies. But please call me Meg. I'm a junior here, which makes me twenty one; one of the grandmas of the class. I was born on October the 29th; I hope you're putting that down in your diary. Is there anything else you should know about me? I'm hetereosexual, if you're going to put a label on what I like to call 'raging teenage hormones', and I'm single. And not looking. Nice try guys."
"Well, I'm sort of average height. About five feet four the last time I measured myself, and I weigh a hundred and twenty pounds on a good day. Everyone has body hangups, I don't particularly like my hips or my thighs, so I cover them up. I like to dress up and look pretty as much as the next girl does. When I say 'dress up', I am not the sort of girl that goes out in next to nothing. I like to think of myself as elegant, sophisticated. Soft colours litter my wardrobe - neutrals, lilacs and the like, and nothing too fancy. They're only clothes at the end of the day. People say I look a lot like my mother, particularly the partially sighted. We have the same complexion - olive skin, dark eyes, dark hair. She is Greek after all. I like having my hair long, and it always curls, so there's no point trying to fight it. I have my ears pierced, that's all. Maybe when I hit my rebellious streak I might get a tattoo done or something - everyone goes through that stage."
"You want to know about me? Let me churn out what I get on every school report. 'Intelligent but won't apply herself if not motivated'. Or 'stagnant to inert and fights when cornered'. I do know my own mind believe me. I'm not the sort of person who puts up with things I don't like, nor do I take crap off anyone. It's made me tough, which is good, tough makes people respect you. I hate people finding out about how I really feel, so having this thick outer shell is a good defense.
You may have noticed I do posess some humour. Dry and sarcastic, but it's there. Sometimes it just sounds like I'm being rude, trust me, you'd know if I was deliberately being mean. People mistake it for bitchiness too. I hate rumours, in fact, I hate most of the things that girls get up to like that. Most of the time, I prefer my own company; it's not that I don't like you, I just don't want to spend a lot of time with you.
You want to know a secret? I honestly have no idea what I am doing in my life. Sometimes it feels like I'm stuck at a dead-end, doing the same mundane things but I won't have the willpower to break the habit. I like the arts, if I was good enough, I would love to be an artist. Or an actress, something glamorous like that. I have a phobia of deep water. Horses scare me, they're too big and hairy. I can't stand it when men hit on me sleazily. I am definitely a pessimist, if you hadn't noticed. I like the simple things in life - stepping outside just when the rain has stopped, or when you find a penny on the ground, things like that."
"I've mentioned before that my mother is Greek. She met my dad when they were at college together, lost touch, then got back in touch again. My father is British - maybe it's where I get my odd sense of humour from. They soon got engaged and lets just say that my mother's parents weren't particularly thrilled. I guess they were young and stupidly in love, or so they like to tell me. Dad's a businessman in London and that's where they moved to, but they got married in Greece; on Corfu, which is the island my mum's from. I don't think mum ever got over moving from her home country to England. She used to show me photos when I was little and she must have hated her new city life. I'm the oldest child by the way, my beloved sister came along three years later.
I wasn't a happy child. I remember all the bad stuff that happened - when I was six a boy at my school pushed me off my bike and I grazed my knee. I remember all my vaccinations too, the stuff no one likes to think about. Dad wasn't home much at all. I don't think he noticed either when the house became progressively Greek as time passed either. Mum started hanging up a Greek flag instead of a British one when the Olympics were on, started talking to us in Greek and so on. Other than that, my childhood was uneventful. We lived in a leafy suburb of London, I went to school and tried not to get in too much trouble and that was about it.
Puberty hit me like a freight train. Suddenly boys started noticing me and I started noticing them back. I started my first real relationship when I was fifteen. He was, well, perfect; at the time it seemed that way anyway. I was absolutely convinced that when we finished school we were going to elope and never be seen again, and I was convinced at some stage he felt this too. Even when my parents started looking at colleges abroad because of my good grades, I knew I wouldn't go because that meant leaving him.
But he left me first. It had been a strain, what with me going to Port Royal and only coming back in the holidays to see him. When I walked through that door and found him with someone else I did think about dying, I'm not going to lie. I was heartbroken, cheesy and cliché I know. Port Royal was an escape in many a way, no one knew about this back there and I could always find new friends, if I had wanted them. I'm a bit of a one-woman band now. Trusting other people with your feelings is too risky."
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LOTTIE. SEVENTEEN. GMT+0 [UK TIME]. TOO MUCH EXPERIENCE ;] . PM ME.
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