Post by calista jay romero on Apr 25, 2010 13:35:58 GMT -5
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Meet Calista, but call her Callie. Her Mexican and Italian heritage really shows; Callie has dark, wavy hair that she tends to wear loose and extremely dark eyes. She's average height (about 5' 6.5", 5' 7" on a good day), but she's really skinny. Callie is outgoing and isn't afraid to put herself into new situations. She likes to talk and be around people, so she's rarely found alone. Some people perceive her as pushy, but she isn't trying to be. While Callie is outgoing, she is extremely unsure of herself and being outgoing is her way to cover up her lack of confidence. Callie is also an overachiever, which is another way she tries to build up her confidence. She is an A-student with dreams of going to Johns Hopkins University to study something in the medical field. Callie also focuses a lot of her attention on sports, soccer being the main one. If she isn't at practice or a game, she's running. This obsessive perfectness can be a downfall though. Some people think she's snobby or stuck up because she's so focused in overachieving. People who knew Callie when she was younger blame this perfectness on her father and older brother. Callie's older brother was always the favorite in their father's eyes and nothing he did could be seen as wrong, but somehow Callie always messed everything up. Now, she's trying to live up to her father's standards.
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When Callie was a sophomore, she cheated on a history final. This wouldn't seem like a big deal to most people, but for Callie, it was almost the end of the world. She had gone to a party the night before and hadn't studied at all. Callie knew she wouldn't be able to get a good grade because history was her worse subject, and if she got a bad grade, then not only would she not get into her dream school, but Callie wouldn't be able to ever face her dad again. So Callie went to a kid who she knew had found and copied the answers. She ended up getting a 96% on the final, but is always worried that someone will rat her out.
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Callie’s hand slid over a purple dress and the fabric shimmered slightly. This is just my color, she thought, taking the dress off of the rack and admiring how it hung on the hanger. She held the dress up to herself and looked in a mirror that was behind her. The dress did look good on her. It’d be nice for something formal, but it wasn’t like she went that many places that she’d need to be formal for. And after glancing at the price tag, Callie placed the dress back on the rack. She made a decent amount of money at Dartmouth, but she had other things to buy. Callie sighed, running her hand along the dress one time and headed towards more practical clothing.
The chimes over the doors jingled again, but Callie didn’t pay too much attention to it. It was most likely just another vintage fan like her. Callie slid shirts on the rack, quickly examining each one. She pulled one off and held it up, much like she had to the dress. But Callie happened to glance up this time and saw who had walked in the door. Her breath caught and she felt as though her heart skipped a beat. It was him, of all people. Him! Here! She looked again, just to make sure, it was. Callie dropped to the ground, partially hiding in the clothes and clutched the shirt she was holding to her chest.
Why was he here? Callie hadn’t seen him since that party in high school. She started to hyperventilate as she lost control over her normally calm composure. What was she going to do now? Callie shook her head, trying to calm back down. She wasn’t going to let him affect her like that. Callie started breathing normally, but stayed sitting on the floor. I’ll just wait until he leaves, she thought.
The chimes over the doors jingled again, but Callie didn’t pay too much attention to it. It was most likely just another vintage fan like her. Callie slid shirts on the rack, quickly examining each one. She pulled one off and held it up, much like she had to the dress. But Callie happened to glance up this time and saw who had walked in the door. Her breath caught and she felt as though her heart skipped a beat. It was him, of all people. Him! Here! She looked again, just to make sure, it was. Callie dropped to the ground, partially hiding in the clothes and clutched the shirt she was holding to her chest.
Why was he here? Callie hadn’t seen him since that party in high school. She started to hyperventilate as she lost control over her normally calm composure. What was she going to do now? Callie shook her head, trying to calm back down. She wasn’t going to let him affect her like that. Callie started breathing normally, but stayed sitting on the floor. I’ll just wait until he leaves, she thought.
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