"We've got it good
Whether you like this town or not
I know it's small but with a big head
it's bound to get hot
In the summer
But the summer is a bummer
If you can't leave
This pathetic excuse for a town"
Oh... I didn't see you there... You want me to tell you about myself? Uh, okay then... Sixteen years ago, I was born to my father, Ryan Villenueva. At birth, the man named me, Kira Joy Villenueva. If your that blind, I'm a female, thank you very much. Enough yet? No?! Ugh, fine I'll tell you more... If your around me, I tend to act loud and out there. I'm not a shy girl, and like attention. I'm used to people looking up to me for help and advice, but that doesn't mean that I liked it. I would have been able to live without all the attention from others, all I really wanted was for my father to really be a part of my life. I'm graceful and creative. When doing something, I become rather focused. As soon as I start something, I have to finnish it.. You can see me, but I'll explain my apperance to you in words too. I've got bright red hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. My skin is nicely tanned, and my teeth are bright and white. I'm not too tall, I'm actually a little on the shorter side. I'm rather light when it comes to weight, but I'm a lot stronger than I look.
Woah! You want to know about my past?! Fine, if I tell it to you, will you stop bothering me? No?! Fine, I'll tell it to you anyways... I grew up in an expensive appartment in New York City raised by a nanny. My father was a designer, and was never really home. The small amounts of time that he was home, he spent in his office making all kinds of calls. My nanny told me that shortly after I was born my mother left and that I reminded him far too much of her. When I was six, my father asked what I wanted for my birthday, and replied "You to be here." He was shocked, but blew off my birthday party. I tried the hardes I could from that point on to get my father to spend time to me but it didn't work. I eventually gave up, but by that point, it was a little too late seeing as I was starting to see strange things. I was really confused, and was attacked by some strange dog-like creature. My dad learned of it, and rushed home, telling me to pack my things, and that it was time to leave.
Some extras that might be handy to you... My weapon of choice is throwing daggers. I like music, makeup, my mother, singing, art, and reading. I dislike my father, monsters, liars, and people who blow things off. There you go, now can you please leave me alone? Thanks. OH MY GODS! WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?! Ohhhhh... Turns out that my godly parent is Aphrodite... Bye Now...
xXxMimi-96xXx
"And ooh, hoo
If you got it all figured out
Then what is there to shout about
This midwest town is gonna miss you
Ooooooh
Just go ahead and work it out
But first come on and let it out
Scream it shout tell everybody that your gonna leave"
