Post by Jaily Tamar on Jul 2, 2010 22:28:05 GMT -5
JAILY MILLIE TAMAR.
HUMAN . SEVENTEEN . MILEY CYRUS .
I can't give in.[/CENTER]
I'm Jaily. I'm a pretty tall girl but I'm not going to get in to all of that measuring stuff right now. My eyes are a pretty chocolate brown, I like it. My air, well my hair is brunette, sort of a hazel color. Sometimes I will put lighter or black highlights in it, I like that. I have been told that I am smart, stubborn, witty, cunning, a daredevil someone who likes to get her way, and a good and loyal friend. There is nothing big about my past, I was born to two normal parents with no siblings, no big disasters, just a broken arm when I was seven.
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Jaily moaned as she heard a shrill beeping sound, her alarm clock. As she searched around for the button with her eyes still closed the brunette could not help but wonder, man, what mental state was I in last night? Its Saturday, I do NOT need to be up a seven on a Saturday! Why did I set the alarm? Come to think of it I don't even remember setting the alarm, must have been mom. What on earth would she think that I need to be up at the time on a Saturday? I don't want to be up, nuuu.
When her hand finally found the right button she let out a sigh of relief and attempted to get back to sleep but sadly her attempts where useless. The wretched clock had woken her up when not a single part of her wished to be awake, she would much rather be deep in dreamland. But that chance was gone, all because of her mother and a clock. She slowly sat up and glared daggers at the clock as if hoping it would burst up in to flames. But the clock stayed solid and very flame free, causing Jaily to let out something close to a hiss. She needed something to wake her up from this half-asleep anger land. Without another moments thought she walked outside and over to her car, she was going to La Push.
Jaily stood at the top of the cliffs in La Push looking down at the water. It was relativity calm but that did not mean that it did not move at all. The water would crash and swirl, it looked like it wanted to pull her in, drown her, end her life. Hey, maybe it did on some level. Yet Jaily did not care, she was someone who took risks and lived in the now. And she felt like cliff-diving, that would wake her up. So, without giving herself another chance to back down, she jumped.
Only seconds later she crashed though the waves and in to freezing, or what felt like freezing, cold water. The brunette swam to the surface, she was awake now!
