FLETCHER, Lydia ODette

[Lydia Odette Fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 2px; ] LYDIA FLETCHER FULL NAME lydia odette fletcher. NICKNAMES n/a. GENDER female. AGE seventeen. BIRTHDAY may 12th. SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual. GRADE junior, 11th. GROUP populars. CLIQUE preps. OCCUPATION not applicable. CURRENT RESIDENCE ironwood. FACE CLAIM emily didonato. ALIAS beka. CODE WORD picture perfect - - - - PERSONA . positive traits list at least three positive traits your character possesses and elaborate on each of them, how it affects their life, relationships, and attitude. you should come out to a large paragraph at the least. . negative traits list at least three negative traits your character possesses and elaborate on each of them, how it affects their life, relationships, and attitude. you should come out to a large paragraph at the least. . likes at least fifteen, separated by commas. . dislikes at least fifteen, separated by commas. . dreams and secrets at least one of each, elaborate on both. - - - - HISTORY a thorough description of your character's life from birth to current life. be sure to include things like important and influential events, childhood, development, and anything assisting proof of how your character is how they are today. include how your character got to be what clique they are in now. at least 400 words. - - - - THE WRITER ( BEKA ) . sample Harlow listened quietly to Raul as he spoke about his ability, how he hated it and wished he’d never had it. It seemed he felt the exact same way that she did. If she didn’t have her stupid ability, she never would have broken her father’s ribs. Maybe he would have loved her if she didn’t have the strength. If she were in his place, she would certainly hate the girl who broke his ribs and always disappointed him. Feeling hot tears beginning to form, Harlow pushed the topic away, but it struggled to rise again. “And your’s, they mean the world to me.” Harlow’s eyes stared at the falling hail in front of her. His words had no impact on her. Because they spoke of the impossible. There was absolutely no possible way he could care for her feelings. That was just crazy talk. No one cared about Harlow Dawson’s feelings, if they did they wouldn’t bully her. And a guy like Raul actually caring about her emotions? That was the stuff of fairytales. Right? When Raul took her chin and turned her face to his, her eyes became hard and distant. But as he spoke, the coldness seemed to melt and something burned behind it. Desperation. She was desperate to believe his words, believe that what he said was of the truth. But after having someone tell you, everyday, that you weren’t important and that you weren’t good enough. . . .It was hard to erase that. She didn’t push his hand away, nor did she lower her gaze. Memories of what her father had told her raced through her mind. She heard his voice in her head, the anger and disappointment that seemed to drip from his words. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to drown out his haunting voice. Dammit Harlow! Do you know anything ?! You’re just like your mother. Stupid and careless! Her eyes snapped open to find Raul’s gaze still on her. As if her mouth had a mind of it’s own, words began to roll off her tongue and her eyes stared into his, “I didn’t want to exercise one day, my dad said I was useless if I didn’t. He said I was dumb because I didn’t like Basketball. He said I didn’t know anything, that I was the most stupid person he had ever met.” Her confessions slowed to a stop, though what she said was only a glimpse into her past. Confusion was painted upon her features, “Am I stupid, Raul?” In some ways, Harlow was like a child. She believed anything her father told her and didn’t think twice about it. She accepted his comments that she was dumb and worked harder to try and prove him wrong. When he verbally abused her, she took it with a bowed head and tears running down her cheeks. She tried to apologize but he always told her that it was too late. He would never be able to make her into a professional athlete, or anyone of importance. To him, she was a failure. . other characters N/A

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