Post by Emily Micheals on Mar 26, 2012 12:36:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] EMILY NICHOLE MICHEALS  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname emily or em birthday 02/14/1993 place of birth LA, California gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality american & italian membergroup elite play by Alessandra Ambrosio |
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history: Born and raised in Los Angelas, California, it wasn't a big surprise she was healthy baby. Her mother and father made sure everything went perfectly through the pregnancy, no one wanted to a mentally challenged baby in Cali right? She was born at 11:58PM on March 6th 1994. Weighing in at 8 pounds 4 ounces she was the perfect little baby. When she turned five, everything seemed to be figured out for her. She would go to Yale after graduating high-school, and raise a perfect little family on the beach next door to her parents. Yes, that was grounded into her head at a mere five. Kindergarten was easy for her, her parents wanted her to be the best in her class, so everyday of summer before kindergarten even started, they were teaching her how to write, read a couple small words and by Kindergarten year started, she was already writing her name and reading small books. The years leading up to 15 where simple. She found her passion in cheerleading and modeling. She got several modeling job when she turned fourteen, and by the time she was fifteen, already gotten half a dozen in three months and was willing to do almost any shoot just to be behind a camera. When she turned fifteen, she started taking tumbling and gymnastics, By the time she was sixteen, she had the popularity, the head cheerleading position, and, the title as head bitch. Nothing better with life right? When she turned sixteen, her whole world came crashing down. It was her usual outfit for a june day, one of the last days of school. She was dressed in some white shorts and a green tank top. Some cute sandals and her hair in a pony tail, like I said, regular outfit for the cheerleader. Well apparently one of the guys on the football team thought it would be a good idea just to go off on the new head chearleader for his bad day. All he did was simply walk up, stop her dead in her tracks. He was a senior football quarterback,the guy could make anyone stop. She giggled, as he talked to her, sweet talking his away into her heart, then BAM, it changed in an instant. He cussed her out, calling her every name under the sun, she was a slut, a whore, no one needed to see those hideous legs of hers. Some could have taken it the way most had, slapped him, and changed into some sweats and a hoodie. Making sure no one ever got to hurt her again with that weapon. But instead, she went into overdrive. She would/is working out twice to three times a day, making sure every part of her body is perfect. She never changed her style, it was part of who she was, but it didn't mean that day wasn't always replaying in the back of her mind. Making her remember why she didn't eat the cheeseburger, but the salad instead. Why she worked out instead of going to a frat party three times a week. It constantly showed her the faults in her body. fallen - 14(15 in may) - Years and Years Brittney turned her IPod speakers louder as she walked into the gym. Last hour had just ended, and she had just preformed a killer cover of We Run the World(Girls) In front of the whole school, she couldnt help but pick out the flaws in her preformance. But, she was a performer, there was always gonna be something you didnt like about your show. But, she couldnt help but see the slightly cocked heads and raised eyebrows shot her way as she sung and danced. Most people didnt even know they had a Glee Club, let along a girl who had a killwr voice. She was terrified for this performance almost all week, terrified someone would reciginize her voice, and realize it was her, Matilda. That, would be such a catch twenty two for her. She loved attention, and the popularity boost would always be nice, but on the contrary, nobody would look at her the same. She wouldnt be known as Brittney, the girl who started in a tiny little town in Missouri, but she would be known as Matilda, the popstar who lives in Hampton, and doesnt get to be a normal teenager anymore, and that was all she really wanted. As the music blasted through the empty gym, All Brittney did, was dance. So many would say her work out for the day was done just moments before through the halls and gym, but she looked at it like a warm up. Brittney worked out at least two hours a day, rain or shine. She used dancing as a great excuse for it to, she was doing something she loved, while doing something she needed to do to stay in shape. It balenced out perfectly. As the songs slowed from upbeat songs including, Kesha, Usher and Lady Gaga, then slowly moved ito more heartfelt songs. When A Thousand years, by Christina Perri began, she moved with the same tempo of the song. Her mooves went from hip hop style movements to balle and waltz types in a matter of simple steps. She moved elegantly and swiftly around the floor, seemly breath taking and in peace as her focus was fully on the way her feet moved, completly made up as she went along. She had been called a show boat coubtless times, from just having fun at a ckub to working out in the school gym, it didnt really bug her though. Being good at something meant someone else was going to hate you for.it, her mother had always said. And that saying never left her side. Brittney was completly zoned out by the fourth song. She was again moving in the hip hop, or jazz like genres as she danced. She didnt realize the doors of the gym bang close as someone walked in, nor did she notice them take a seat on the stage and watch her. Brittney was completly obsorbed by the workout she was involved it, sweat was dripping off her forehead already, and her breathing was heavy and labored, but she always made sure to stopbafter each fifth song, which meant four more minutes of constant movement before she gave herself a break. No matter what she thought some days, she always made it through the five songs, and she always did it again the next day. Finally, Girls just wanna have fun, and Its still Rock and Roll to me ended, and her break had finally arrived, as she stop dancing, she walked over to her IPod, and hit pause. Just as she did so, she suddenly heard the applause of someone elses praise. Jumping, she blushed and tugged at the hem of her shirt."Oh..Um.Hi...How long have you been there?" she suttered. Usually a pretty confident person, when caught of gaurd, Brittney couldnt find the words to say anything. FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
