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Thank you to MY rusty h a l o for allowing me to use her wonderful layout.
〖 xxxx Jane xxxx " Isabella " xxxx Macias xxxx 〗
D A U G H T E R . O F .
"It's not who you are that holds you back, its who you think you're not"
xxxxxxxxxx⤷ "ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｗｏｍａｎ ｉｓ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ ｓｍｉｌｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｌｉｋｅ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｃｒｙｉｎｇ ｌａｓｔ ｎｉｇｈｔ．"
xx xx xx נυsт тнε в α s ι c s !!XXXXX
cαℓℓ мε :: My name is Jane Isabella Macias
cαη∂ℓєѕ :: I am eighteen years of age
αη∂ тιмє ƒℓιєѕ ву єνєяу :: October 26th
cαη'т уσυ тєℓℓ؟ :: I am a female, if you have not noticed
ρєяƒєcт mαmα :: I really do not know.
cσσкιηg ιη тнє кιтcнєη ωιтн :: Alexander Macias, my loving father
нσω'ѕ тнє ωєαтнєя υρ тнєяє؟ :: I am standing at 5'5, is that weird?
тιмє ƒσя α ωσяк συт :: I am 104 lbs.
ρℓεαsε, gεт тσ к и σ ω мε !!XXXXX
ѕкєℓєтσηѕ ιη тнє cℓσѕєт ::
I was born October 26th on a windy day. The tree leaves were falling to the ground creating wonderful piles for children to jump in. I was born in the Dominican Republic, although my father moved us to Miami, Florida after I turned two years of age. As a child my father would take me to one of the local Botanical Gardens to look at the flowers that interested me so. In fact, most of our father bonding time was spent at the Botanical Garden instead of a movie, or a park like most families did. At times a trip to the beach would occur in which I would cry because of the sudden feel of cold water. Unfortunately for my father, I was not an oblivious child. At the age of four I brought home a question that caused my father to cry in his room. I had asked why I did not have a mother like the other children did. When his crying stopped, he told me that it was not my fault, but things had not worked out and she left without a word. To this, he embraced me in a warm hug as I also began to cry, but he sung to me in Spanish. A lullaby that was generally used to put children to sleep at night. The Spanish words sounded so amazing that I eagerly wanted to learn, something that made him tear up once more.
As a child, Spanish came easy to me, and it was not long before I was conversing with distant cousins in Spanish. Our talks generally consisted of how we were doing, and whether or not my father was okay with the absence of my mother. Often, while I was at day care, I'd sing the lullaby that was sung to my by my father when I was little. It got me through many of the hard times I had in day care. Name with one male who believed that all blondes were dumb simply because his older brother said so. However, even through the stereotyping, I continued with my life thanks to the song my father sand to me as a child. Before my father knew it, I was entering Middle School. The first thing I did aside from make sure I could cope with school, was join the Girls Volleyball Team. That's right, I became the best server on the team. Or, the "Ace." Middle school was not hard at all for me, and my Spanish continued developing to the point that I could switch between the languages without even knowing it.
High school was where my life began to change. On my walks home from Volleyball practice, a strange male would always be following me as if watching my every move. Finally one day, when walking down the block my house was on, the man came out of an alley and grabbed my arm. Just as I was about to scream my father emerged from behind the strange male. It was explained that I was in danger and so was my father if I did not leave to some special camp. At first I was reluctant to go, but my father gave me a plant named Jane. Immediately I cried before taking my bags from my father and leaving with the man towards the Camp. I've been here ever since.
gнσѕт σƒ тнє ρяєsεит ::
I've been called a girly girl simply because of the things I like. Although I do have a pretty face, that does not mean I'm not knowledgeable about the things that go around me. I was raised by my father to be the best young woman I could ever be. As such, I generally call people by their last names adding "Mr." or "Ms." in front of it. I possess a loving, mother-type personality. Especially towards those younger than me. On multiple occasions, I've run over to a child that fell and cradled it in my arms as though it were my own. I know that I'm to young to think like that, but I can't help it. If you bring a flower to me, I'll cherish it as long as I live, and will continue to nurture for it even when most would have let it die. Though many do not see it, plants are indeed living creatures. Why should they be treated differently than you and I? I radiate optimism. Any tight situation can be overcome if we all work together. My friends know this, as I am one of the easiest to befriend. However, if you abuse my friendship, or use me for your on personal gain, I will never forgive you. Friendship is like a mini-form of marriage and should be treated sacredly. To sum everything up. I'm a sweet, compassionate, caring girl, and great friend.
ρℓєαѕє η' тнαηкs ::
- Nature
Butterflies
Life
Happiness
Love
Friendships
Playing Volleyball
иσ тнαηк уσυ ::
- Rodents
Spiders
Pessimists
Jerks
тнεяαρy, ρℓεαsε ::
- Death
Fire
Abandonment by my mother; I don't believe she left me without reason.
Heights
εxтяα ;; εxтяα ;; тнis נ υ s т ιи !!XXXXX
ℓιттℓє тнιηgѕ ::
- Cherry Blossom tattoo on my hip
ℓιттℓє gιƒтѕ ::
- (After Claim)
ℓιттℓє ∂αηgєяσυѕ ::
- No weapons yet
ℓιттℓє яαιηвσωѕ ::
- Khaki
Mediumseagreen
Gray
ℓιттℓє єχтяαѕ ::
- I've never kissed anyone, ever.
I want to know if my mother is alive.
