RIVERA, evangeline riley

[evangeline riley rivera.]

YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER

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"well hello! i'm evangeline riley rivera. i'm sixteen years old and a fifth year at hogwarts school. i am in the proud of house of gryffindor. i was born december twenty-third so i got to have my first christmas two days after i was born. i was born a healthy baby girl unfortunately for my parents, both did not feel as if they were ready to have a baby since both were only seventeen when i was born and so i was given away. my original parents' names are erik and allison who i have met a few times and i often stay with in the summer in new york city. for now i live in devon, england with my adopted parents, oliver and analeigh. before i was born erik and allison both knew that they couldn't take care of me and while oliver and analeigh couldn't have children of their own but they had adopted a previous boy who is now my brother but they felt the need for another child and that was me. i adopted their last name as soon i was born because my original parents knew that i shouldn't have anything that left me wondering why i was given away. i was born five pounds two ounces so i was a smaller baby but i was healthy. i'm obviously a girl i mean what guy would have the name evangeline? now evangeline is a fine name, a little on the long side like when i was younger i really couldn't remember how to spell my name so i was usually called eva or evie. it was evie for the longest time before i got older and it became eva. my dad usually called me gelly though and close friends know about that name. i was sometimes called angel but i don't think that's quite the word to describe myself since i don't really find myself that angelic. riley, i really don't know why that is my middle name. my parents maybe just thought it was a nice name? i really don't know and rivera is the last name of my new parents.

as i said, i'm originally from devon, england but my parents moved to london, england when i was eight years old but let me tell you a little about my history. well my adopted parents brought me to my new home and i immediately met my older brother who was a couple years older than i was. when we met, my parents described that he wasn't a big fan of me and i returned it back to him. apparently the first thing i did when i met him was i grabbed at his nose while he yelled at me causing me to cry causing my parents to bring me to the other room and telling my brother that he should accept me. so you can tell my brother and i loved each other the moment we met each other. well as a baby apparently i was pretty sweet. i really didn't cry that much and i slept a lot. i was just an easy baby growing up. my brother and i kept fighting. there were often bad moments between us whether i threw a soft block at him and he took them away causing us to run around the house and screaming at each other while my parents tried to catch up and calm us. there's this one picture my parents took after i chased him and we ended up falling asleep beside each other. i was i think one and could run by then since i started walking by the age of seven months while my brother was three. there actually were other times where we got along like if we wanted a cookie like when we were two and four and we wanted a cookie well he would let me get on his shoulders while i grabbed at the cookie jar except at the end of that we would end up fighting over the last cookie which would get us in trouble because we were so loud that our parents came in and found us with chocolate all over our faces. my brother and i are closer now like were protective of each other but when we were little we were trouble-makers. now my brother is pretty protective of me but i'm also protective of him even if i'm two years younger, i love my brother and there are still memories of us throwing waterballoons at each other and playing pranks on each other.

now what i didn't know is i'm a pureblood witch. both my parents were pureblood while my brother is a half-blood. my adopted parents were half-blood too so i'm the only pure-blood in the family. well i always watched my parents use magic but i never knew about my powers because my parents were never sure if i had any powers. at the age of five, i picked up my dad's old wand and started waving around it and things started flying around which was when my powers started. i hardly remember it but that was when my dad introduced me to flying. my brother had started already and my mom warned i might be too young but i quickly caught on. not to be vain but i was pretty good at magic. there were times when things blew up but i was just a kid, i hardly knew anything about magic. since my parents learned i was a witch before i could go to school, i was home-schooled by my parents before i went to hogwarts. at the age of nine, i learned about hogwarts since my brother was going. i watched as he left and really i was pretty happy knowing that i wasn't going to have to be stuck with him but after a while of him not being at the house, i saw how lonely it actually was without him. i had other friends around my house but he was the one person that i could always turn to when no one could play since i was his baby sister. i had other kids but i missed my brother so i looked forward to holidays when he would come home.

now onto my parents. i'm going to talk about both my parents since both parents are in my life. well first onto my original parents. when i first learned i was adopted at the age of about two when i was learning to form sentences and i saw a picture of my real parents and me as a baby and how they did look more like my parents than my adopted parents. i came up to my adopted mom and asked "mommy? daddy?" and she nodded and told me of my real parents. at the age of two, what really are you supposed to say and feel so i didn't feel anything. at the age of five though when i could actually feel feelings, i felt a lot of resentment of why my parents didn't want me. i felt a lot of anger actually. i kept the anger to myself until the age of ten when my parents told me they wanted to meet me. i started to get very violent not towards my adopted my parents but to my real parents. my adopted parents sent me to my real parents' home and it was a long trip that i did not enjoy and when i met i had to give them a hug and everything but after that i stayed there for a month which i hated. i would tear up my room and whenever they tried to talk to me in the living room or kitchen, i would destroy something in there. i didn't know where this anger had really come from and i really regret it. at the age of twelve, i went back and was sorry for everything i did. my parents and i are still working on our relationship. my real mom, she's thirty-three now and an interior designer while my dad, he's a lawyer. i know without me, they made their lives amazing and i have two siblings in new york. now onto my adopted my parents, they really are amazing. i really couldn't ask for more better parents if i didn't have my real ones. my real mom is a wedding planner while my dad is a doctor. my mom and i are close but i'm definitely a daddy's girl. from when i was younger, you could tell i was a daddy's girl and i grew up a tom-boy because of that. my dad is very protective of me while my mom actually is the more laid back one. it's so weird, my dad is laid-back but when someone was trying to hurt me, he was always there.

to make this short, now i'm sixteen. when i went to hogwarts, i sat with my brother who i bugged all the way there and i met a few first years but i was mostly quiet there. i was sorted into the house of gryffindor where i am now. my wand is a 11" rosewood phoenix tail core. at this age, i think i'm still trying to find myself and who i really am. i'm currently single right now and have never had a boyfriend. i've had my first kiss but since being here, i've really just hung out with the guys. i've never felt the need for the boyfriend and at hogwarts, i'm pretty social and friendly to whoever. i'm pureblood but who cares? most wizards and witches aren't pureblood and that would be like cutting more than half of my friends down which i would definitely not do and it would also be like saying no to my brother and i would never do that.

sorry about this long rant about my history. my personality well as i said i'm a big tomboy. i grew up wearing dresses and pigtails in my hair but i would always get them dirty. it was true you see the pictures of me going somewhere and i'm all prettied up but when you come home, i look as if that dress i was wearing had no been washed. it's actually funny, my mom always hated me for it and she would never buy me expensive dresses unless she could keep her eye on me. i've always been a daddy's girl and when i was younger i could hang out with the guys. i had a few dolls that would be played with sometimes but i would play with the guys. i would throw waterballoons and wrestle. i was always smaller than most of the guys but i was tough and driven. for the longest time guys thought i had the cooties but i proved them wrong and there were times where they forgot i was a girl. it was actually funny, my mom always said she asked for a daughter and got another son. i've gotten more girly as a i grew up but i'm still a tomboy. if i could choose not to get dressed up i wouldn't and at hogwarts, i have more guy friends than girl friends. some of the girls at hogwarts cause way too much drama. other words to describe myself are free-spirited, adventurous, social, optimistic and fearless. my likes would include friends, family, dancing, singing, christmas, winning, bubble baths, snow and pranks.

now onto my negatives. i hate to talk myself in negative way but who likes to point out their flaws. i would say i have a few big flaws that i really need to work on. one is that i'm an angry person not now but i can be. my anger can get really bad that i can get violent. i would never hit someone unless they really did something bad to me but i usually destroy a lot of stuff when i'm angry. it's just because i'm very protective too like if someone messes with someone i care for then i will fight back. i'm also very stubborn, i have a hard time realizing that i'm wrong and i fight what i think is right. i'm a stubborn as a mule really. i'm also very naive and foolish. i think i fall for lies very easily because i would like to think that people wouldn't lie to me but i've been proved wrong and i never do learn that. i'm also led very easily like i can be a leader but i prefer to have a leader who will lead me. i hate to admit it too that i'm shy. i can be shy when i'm in a situation that i'm not used to. i'm so used to being tough around guys but around guys that i actually like, i have the worst butterflies in my stomach and i stutter, it's horrible. i also have a horrible vocabulary like if i'm excited or angry my words can get very expressive and i sound like a total sailor. my dislikes would include liars, losing, rejection, rules, organization, rumors, homework, anger and thunder storms."

ohhai, my name is CARMAN and i'm FOURTEEN years old. i've been roleplaying for THREE YEARS because i'm that awesome. you can reach me at PM OR MSN. just in case you were wondering, the password is avada kedavra.

NEVER SHOULD'VE TOLD YOU I FELL IN LOVE
CAUSE YOU TURNED ME RIGHT AROUND AND THREW ME DOWN

IT WAS STARTING TO GET COLD and so breckin was wearing a thick sweater lined with fake fur on the hood. he dug his hands into the black sweater. he was also wearing a pair of white puma shoes and dark wash jeans. today breckin didn't know what to do. it was a saturday evening and breckin had decided to take a walk. breckin held a joint in his right hand taking in a smoke. his drug use started in his freshmen year. he naturally got into it because his brother had been a senior when breckin was just a freshmen. he came from a good family, it was just both his brother and him got into trouble from a young age. breckin had seen his brother since the sixth grade smoking and getting high. breckin at that age really wasn't interested though. he was the complete opposite from when he was young. when breckin was young, he was athletic. he was a soccer star when he was younger but throughout the years, breckin had gotten lazy and he had lost his love for soccer he had from when he was younger. he had replaced it with partying and getting high. breckin knew he wasn't addicted though. that's the one lie that breckin hated hearing was that once you started smoking that you were addicted. that wasn't the truth at all and breckin could prove it. he could let go of smoking at anytime, he just liked the feeling.

GETTING RID OF HIS JOINT, BRECKIN was feeling the happiness that he usually got from smoking. he was going through the thoughts of what he could do tonight. he was wondering whether he should decide to go out with friends to eat or hit the club or he could always do both. breckin thought that he should do both. breckin's brown eyes looked out to the park that he was walking in. he didn't see anyone around that he knew and it was mostly middle-aged couples that were holding hands. breckin could understand the idea of love. he had never felt it but he could understand the feeling that people could actually fall in love. he described it as "the years of desperation". it was during the years of twenty-four to about thirty-three that you supposed to find that "soulmate" so that you wouldn't be laughed at when you were a forty-year old fart who had no one to show for. breckin was freaked thinking about when that happened with him but he knew it would come. he was eighteen years old so he still had a few years before he hit those years and had to find that special someone.

WALKING AROUND THE PARK, IT SEEMED so much more beautiful after he had his joint then before he had it. he just didn't know what to do though. he kinda wished that he had someone to dance with in the park. breckin could freak a bunch of the couples walking around in their daze of desperation. oh how he wished that he could do that. breckin was just two left feet but he could always prance around right? well he didn't have anyone to do that with which made him a little frustrated. why was it when he had his best ideas that no one was around to follow them through with him or at least listen to him? he didn't want to just dance by himself. feeling the wind blow against him, breckin's hands went back into his pockets. he continued walking still having that idea prominent in his mind. breckin stopped seeing a bench, a fifteen minute walk was enough exercise for breckin for one day right?

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WORD COUNT: 617
LYRIC CREDIT: life of the party - a rocket to the moon

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