IndigoNova
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Abigail Brewster
Age: 24
Height: 5'2", Weight: 116 lbs.
Hair: Black with purple tips
Eyes: Brown but she wears contacts to make them appear purple
Coming from an average family, to most which meant poor, Abigail never felt like she was lacking anything in her life. She knew her family didn't have everything but as her grandmother always said, if they didn't have it, they didn't need it.
And Abigail lived off that.
In school, Abigail was a perfect student, so when she was recruited to attend the Wells Academy when she had graduated high school, she was beyond shocked. It was the schools part in doing good by letting one under priviledged community member attend the prestigous college. But Abby didn't see it like that, she saw it as a chance to better herself and become successful in life.
Little did she know that the school's academics were even harsher than the other students who would talk about her behind her back. But still, Abby wasn't a quitter, she needed help so she asked for it....
Little did she know she would end up falling for Chris, her tutor...
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Her eyes were red...beyond red and bloodshot, they were just a mess.
Abby hadn't stopped crying for the past few days about the breakup of her and Chris. It just couldn't be true, damnit! She and Chris were perfect for each other, they could talk to one another about everything...that was until he returned from his little mission to Africa...how the hell did things go so wrong in such a short amount of time?!
Sure they both did things they regretted but they could let the past be the past right?
No... Abby hated to admit it but she was the jealous type. Not to the point of being abusive but she just knew that everyone in Chris' circle of friends was better than her, and it was hard to get Chris to understand that... no matter what, Abby felt like an outsider.
Why didn't she fight harder for him? Why did she have to screw things up more by sleeping with Alexander? Shit, why did Alexander have to tell everyone and anyone he could that he and Abby fucked.
That was the word he used too, fucked.
Sniffling, Abby laid back in bed and picked up her phone for the umpteenth time...no missed calls from Chris, no text messages from Chris...nothing from Chris....
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Abigail Brewster
Age: 24
Height: 5'2", Weight: 116 lbs.
Hair: Black with purple tips
Eyes: Brown but she wears contacts to make them appear purple
Coming from an average family, to most which meant poor, Abigail never felt like she was lacking anything in her life. She knew her family didn't have everything but as her grandmother always said, if they didn't have it, they didn't need it.
And Abigail lived off that.
In school, Abigail was a perfect student, so when she was recruited to attend the Wells Academy when she had graduated high school, she was beyond shocked. It was the schools part in doing good by letting one under priviledged community member attend the prestigous college. But Abby didn't see it like that, she saw it as a chance to better herself and become successful in life.
Little did she know that the school's academics were even harsher than the other students who would talk about her behind her back. But still, Abby wasn't a quitter, she needed help so she asked for it....
Little did she know she would end up falling for Chris, her tutor...
******
Her eyes were red...beyond red and bloodshot, they were just a mess.
Abby hadn't stopped crying for the past few days about the breakup of her and Chris. It just couldn't be true, damnit! She and Chris were perfect for each other, they could talk to one another about everything...that was until he returned from his little mission to Africa...how the hell did things go so wrong in such a short amount of time?!
Sure they both did things they regretted but they could let the past be the past right?
No... Abby hated to admit it but she was the jealous type. Not to the point of being abusive but she just knew that everyone in Chris' circle of friends was better than her, and it was hard to get Chris to understand that... no matter what, Abby felt like an outsider.
Why didn't she fight harder for him? Why did she have to screw things up more by sleeping with Alexander? Shit, why did Alexander have to tell everyone and anyone he could that he and Abby fucked.
That was the word he used too, fucked.
Sniffling, Abby laid back in bed and picked up her phone for the umpteenth time...no missed calls from Chris, no text messages from Chris...nothing from Chris....