samirah faraday

[samirah faraday]

HEY THERE
MISS SAMIRAH
SHOW ME SOME MOVES

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Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.



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DON'T MAKE THIS ANY HARDER
just stick to the basics

well, hey there ladies and gentlemen, my name is Samirah Ann Faraday, but most people just call me Sammi. i have seventeen candles on my cake, and i love the 20th of April because its my day, don't forget my presents! i'm a female obviously, and i got some welsh blood in me, if you hadn't noticed, and i'm bisexual, so bring it on. i'm currently single though. and guess what? i am so devious that you'll never know what hit you! i'm here as a student obviously, and i'm ready to tear this place down with my bare hands. i'm the best and everyone knows it baby!

YOU AIN'T SEEN ANYTHING
until you've seen this body

so you want to know what i look like huh? well there's a picture above, but for you blind ones, let me give you the low down. my hair is dark brown and flows straight down to my chest. then there is my blue eyes watching you're every step. i like to think i'm pretty skinny and i am about five and a half feet tall, and we are totally not going into my weight. no way am i telling you strangers that piece of info. i'm usually dressed to the nine's in punkish clothing. you know the best part though? people say i look a lot like Megan Fox. it's so cool!

TAKES MORE THAN A MIRROR
to see inside this mind

so now we got the basics out of the way, along with my amazing looks, lets get down to business. its best you know that i like partying, drugs, art, and boys and beware because i hate backstabbers, adults, fairy tales, and alcohol. i didn't tell you this, but i am real afraid of my father. keep it shut, if i hear anyone knows i'll track you down. and i suppose if i can tell you my fear, i should maybe tell you what i'm aiming for, i want to move to america. oh, and if you want to know a little secret, well my dad is an alcoholic but shhhh!

people tend to say i'm mysterious because i keep to myself. my friends don't know the real me, just who i pretend to be. i am not one to be messed with, i'll fight you if you mess with me or my friends. i'm sweet once you get to know me, or the part of me i'll let you know.

i lie, i cheat, i steal, but that's just something to entertain me. i love to hang out, just not at my house. i'm stubborn and i'm a little conceded at times. i spend my time outdoors, i like nature.

i'm very into boys. i don't have relationships though, no guy wants to with me. i'm labeled as easy, and part of it's true. all i've ever wanted was one boy to show me that all of them weren't jerks. until then, i will use them and try to hurt them like they've hurt me.

LETS OPEN THE STORYBOOK AT PAGE ONE
are you ready to go down in history

all that aside, let me introduce you to my life. my mother is Laura Ann Faraday and she was my favorite parent until she passed away when I was thirteen. then there is my father, Daniel Ray Faraday and he and i don't get along. he spends most of his time drunk since my mom passed away and he has a bad temper. then there is Makenna Lynn Faraday, my aunt.. my place of residence is here, obviously, but they are back home in London.i have many memories, not all good mind you. my best memory is when i went to New York with my parents when i was ten. my worst memory, which i would really rather forget is the night my mother died.

so let me give you the basic structure of my life... I was born in Llanwddyn, Wales. My mother and father had been trying for a child for years but my father couldn't make children. My parents decided to implant sperm into my mother and therefore I was made. I was pampered as a baby, my mother never let me get unhappy. I broke my arm after falling off my new 'big girl' bed when I was two.

My father got a job as a bank manager and my family moved to Manchester, England when I was eight. We had a great, normal life. I went to school, made many friends, and then when one day it all went downhill.

On July 8, my mom was driving out in the pouring rain, trying to make it to my choir concert. She skidded on the road and drove off the cliff. Her car smashed into the river bank, she died on impact. I was taken from my concert and was brought home where my dad told me the news. I spent the next year in counseling, until my father ran out of money because he spent it all on alcohol to get away from the reality.

My father was fired from his job for stealing money from the bank. He moved us to London where we live in a rundown apartment in downtown. He started to beat me when I was fourteen. I had pissed him off when he was drunk and he yelled at me and hit me. Sometimes it's not bad and I can go weeks without getting hit, but there are times when it's bad. I make up excuses for why I have the injuries and my father was under investigation twice, each time he threatened me to keep me quiet. He got fed up with me and decided to send me to a private school which my aunt is paying for.

BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD
the face behind the mask

hey there, i'm the amazing driver of Samirah Ann Faraday, and i am pleased to introduce myself as Jessica. i am eighteen years young and five have been spent roleplaying. i found this site through my twilight rpg and i'm loving it so far. and if you wanna see some skills, here they are below.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE HERE

"Dad, please! I swear this won't happen again!" Harlow had tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice pleading.

Her father had a stern look on his face as they stood in their living room, Harlow's mother next to them. "Harlow! You've cost us thousands of dollars in medical bills! Ever since we've moved here you've gotten in too much trouble! I've warned you to behave! It's only a matter of time before you get cops involved!" He shouted, each sentence piercing Harlow.

"John! We can just move! You are going to extremes here!" Her mother defended.

"We can't Rachel! I've already settled in on my job! We will not--"

"Dad, dad I didn't--" Harlow tried to plead, to get her foster father to reconsider.

"I'm not your father! Now go to your room!"

Harlow picked at her food, remembering the worst night of her life which happened just two days before. Her parents had found her with yet another brace on her broken wrist and stitches in her arm. Her mother was sympathetic, her father, not so much. He yelled for a long time, and then threatened to send her back to the agency, this time he was serious.

She couldn't believe this would ever happen. She thought he loved her. Since the fight they hadn't spoken to each other and it was killing Harlow. What was she suppose to do? It was either her father, or the one she loved.

[naomi martin]

accepted