littlered599
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- Jun 9, 2013
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OOC: hopefully someone will entertain me with this, I do hope so, its an idea im running with, just to see where it goes. If nobody likes first person writing then just write how you would like to continue and I will adapt.
BIC: my name is Imogen Tylers, my father used to call me idgy before he went away, I am 20 years old and my view of the world has been tainted. After father left, mother got sick. She told me the cure to her illness was alcohol. For the past 15 years I have looked after her and tried my best to make her happy, however my mother is not an easy lady to be with, sometimes she gets angry, so angry that she needs to take the rage out on something, often that something is me.
I am around 5"9, brown shoulder length hair, green eyed and skinny, often mother says I cant eat as she needs the money for her booze.
I do not trust men easily, my mothers boyfriends were allowed to do what they wanted when they wanted, they were not very nice men.
Today, after receiving one hell of a beating off my mother and her current boyfriend for not emptying the ashtrays for them, my mother told me I was a waste of space and kicked me out. Its raining, I am cold and hungry and have nowhere to go. I huddle up under a tree in a park I found my way to and try my best to fall asleep through the shivering and my pain from my earlier beating
BIC: my name is Imogen Tylers, my father used to call me idgy before he went away, I am 20 years old and my view of the world has been tainted. After father left, mother got sick. She told me the cure to her illness was alcohol. For the past 15 years I have looked after her and tried my best to make her happy, however my mother is not an easy lady to be with, sometimes she gets angry, so angry that she needs to take the rage out on something, often that something is me.
I am around 5"9, brown shoulder length hair, green eyed and skinny, often mother says I cant eat as she needs the money for her booze.
I do not trust men easily, my mothers boyfriends were allowed to do what they wanted when they wanted, they were not very nice men.
Today, after receiving one hell of a beating off my mother and her current boyfriend for not emptying the ashtrays for them, my mother told me I was a waste of space and kicked me out. Its raining, I am cold and hungry and have nowhere to go. I huddle up under a tree in a park I found my way to and try my best to fall asleep through the shivering and my pain from my earlier beating
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