Georgia Hodgens
Preferred Name:Cherry
Age:Sixteen
Role:Female Permanent
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown:Seattlle,Washington
Likes:
- Taking the first sip of soda and feeling bubbles go around your nose.
My hair.
Boys with blue eyes.
Tattoo's.
Writing on her arms.
Traveling.
Spinning in circles until you fall down.
Chatting.
Independence.
Abusers.
Him.
Pepsi.
Deciding between paper or plastic.
Getting splashed by water from a car on a rainy day.
Failing grades.
Frogs.
Fruity smelling perfumes.
Fears:Being alone for eternity. Hell no one wants that actually, but Georgia is terrified of the prospect that at some point..she just might be.
Quriks: You'll notice when she lies, she looks down at her feet when talking. She'll bite her bottom lip whenever she's excited about something as well.
Personality Traits: Sweet, bold,observant,stubborn, intelligent, lack of self esteem, no drive, caring, and imaginative.
Theme Song:
Background:pt for the occasional family reunions and get togethers. Or at least it was good until I got to high school. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe such awful things could happen to me in such a short amount of time. When I first started freshman year, I was just another nameless chick who happened to have ridiculously dark red hair. In the middle of my first year, people began to notice me after I tried out and landed a spot on the volleyball team. I may have looked lanky, but I sure managed to surprise the volleyball team and coach after managing to hit all the serves they passed with my "dainty" hands. After we had a couple games, some of my teammates introduced to the people I would come to know as the "In" crowd. At first I didn't care about fitting in with them, but after awhile of watching and debating....I joined in. A decision I would come to regret for the rest of my life.
I had never thought once of parties and drinking. I had better shit to do, or at least that's what I told myself while playing video games or hanging out with my parents. During the beginning of Sophmore year, right after I had just turned sixteen I went to my first party...and my last.Things were fine at first. Everyone was relatively drunk before I even managed to find a safe can of Coke. I wanted to play it safe for my first time, making sure I wasn't just going through some initiation where I ended up being drunk and the next day I'm on some youtube video dancing in my bra. Realizing that this wasn't as fun as I had hoped, I walked into an empty room to attempt to text some of my friends who hadn't been invited that they were extremely fortunate.That was when He came in. Looking tan and buff just like he usually did at football practice. I had a crush on him since first coming to school, and we had only said a few greetings and sent a minimal amount of waves to each other in the mornings. So you could say I was surprised when he walked over and sat down on the ground with me. He said something, I couldn't remember because it was so mumbled up and his breath smelled so rotten I kind of tilted my head away. Then before I knew it, his lips were on mine and I had my first kiss. It wasn't uncomfortable at first. But then the small kiss moved to his hand reaching under my shirt, and automatically I slapped it away as if some sort of bug had landed on me.The next part happened to fast . His eyes seemed to glaze over and become much darker then before, and he was on top of me...and...and the next part I'm sure you can guess.
I was numb. I don't know how many minutes I laid on that floor , neither crying or showing any sort of emotion.When I did manage to finally get up, I was greeted by the sound of an empty house. Everyone had gone, and no one had even bothered to check for me. The walk home allowed me to think and to finally feel about what just happened. Thankfully my parents were out of town, so I manged to get inside the house without being found out. Of course then I had school the next day that I couldn't miss. As soon as I walked in, I was met with disgusted looks and glares from several people I had never even met. On my locker they had sprayed"Slut" in black spray paint. Slut? I was raped and they had the gall to call me that? As I began storing away my books, tears threatening to drip out of my eyes, a tall blonde guy shut his locker near mine and began to speak to me. He told me he was His and that if I ever wanted "company" just to let him know. By the end of the day, the rumor was I had slept with over twenty people, and He was just one of them on the list.
The bullying escalated until the point were I began fearing school itself. So on a Friday night, after lasting another week of hell, of being called a slut because I was raped...I went into my mom's medicine cabinet and downed a few pills. Death was easy. It was the living part that was the real hell.
Relationships:
Hope you don't mind me bringing Georgia back since I never got a chance to use her haha. I hope this rp goes far this time!<3 ^^
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