MILLER, angel cheyenne [finished!]

[ANGEL CHEYENNE MILLER]

angel cheyenne miller
eighteen - senior/waitress - senior - straight

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confident; one thing that i have is confidence. i've had it ever since i was a little girl and i was in talent shows, or beauty pageants. yes, believe it or not i used to be a pageant girl. my mom and my dad had two boys before they had me, and they weren't going to stop until they had a little girl because my mom wanted a girl who could be in beauty pageants. well i came, and ever since i was two, i was put in little dressed and was taught little songs to sing, and i learned how to play the piano when i was little so i could win them trophy's and money. well even though i hated those things, i gained self-confidence from them. i know i'm pretty, i just don't go rub it around in peoples faces like the snotty girls do. i'm not perfect either, but i do have confidence and i'm not afraid of what people think of me.

worry-wart; i guess being a mom at such a young age can make you worry a lot. i have a two year old son named trevor, and i worry so much about him. i always have to be watching him because i don't trust anyone else with him. i worry about his health, and i worry about basically anything that could happen to him. i'm not like that with just him either, i'm that way with my closest friends and my cousins too. so i guess i'm really protective too. if that's what you want to call it. worrying is just something that came to me. if i could chose not to, i'd gladly chose not to worry so much, but since i can't really chose, i'm stuck worrying about every little thing that happens in my life.

secretive; people have told me i'm very secretive. and in a way i am. it's part of the whole 'trust issues' thing. if someone asks me about why i got pregnant young, or where the dad to trevor was, i won't pour out my whole life story to them. to be honest, only a few people know the real story of trevor and the dad. it takes a lot for me to trust someone. if someone told me a secret that they didn't want anyone to know, i could keep it. i can also keep surprises a secret. i like to do random little things for my friends and the people close to me, and usually i won't tell a soul up until the actual surprise because like they say, two can keep a secret if one is dead.


my childhood was definitely not something i want to relive. sure, we had a moderate amount of money, enough to get by anyways. but it wasn't enough for my parents. so they put me and my sister whose a year older than i into talent shows, beauty pageants, and entered us in random little contests; they were basically willing to do anything for money. i was surprised my mother hadn't become a prostitute or some shit.

well anyways, when i reached age twelve, i told my parents i was done with all the shit they had put me through. i hated the dresses, and i hated the home school stuff, and i just wanted to be like the normal kids my age. despite my parents hating the idea i refused to do anything anymore, they put me in public school anymore. i guess that wasn't the greatest idea because once i reached my freshman year of high school, i had already gotten high, been arrested, smoked, gotten drunk, and had sex. my parents just stopped caring all together because my sister was still doing the pageants for them and was making money for them. as long as they were getting money, they didn't care what i did.

then in the middle of my freshman year i met a boy named nathan. nathan soon became my best friend, and after a month of hanging out every day practically, we started to date. the beginning of my sophomore year (beginning of his junior year), i got pregnant. i had stopped smoking and drinking and all that bad stuff. well i didn't know what to do. i hid it from my parents up until it was pretty obvious i was pregnant. we told his parents, and they were alright with it as long as we were being responsible. they thought we were going to be alright on our own.. my parents however freaked out at me. they kicked me out of the house. nathan and i lived in his parents basement for a while, up until a month before my little boy was born. we moved into an apartment together. i gave birth to trevor on december first.. since that day, he's been my life.

of course me and nathan had our fights. it's basically all we did anymore. we had moved to sleeping in separate beds and everything. the only thing keeping us together was trevor. well we had made up at one point.. actually on nathan's first birthday. things were going well and we were actually starting to become a family.. up until we got into a stupid fight over a number in his phone. it turned out it was his cousin, and she was drunk texting him dirty things.. i freaked out over it and he just left. i didn't find out till the next day that when he had left, he was going to see his parents and he had been hit by a car. nathan died that night. and ever since i haven't been able to forgive myself.

now i'm living on my own with trevor. i'm trying my best to stay in school and to get good grades. nathan's parents don't put the blame on me, and they watch trevor during the day because they're the only ones i trust with him. i rarely talk to my parents.. they didn't even show up for his funeral. they had sent a card to say they were sorry. the only other time i've spoken to them since the death, was trevor's second birthday. now i'm on my own. a single teenage mom with a job and school work. i really don't have time for a social life anymore..

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irl

ohai, my name is mariah, and i'm fifteen. i've been in this game for two-ish years, and you can contact me via pm and aim/msn, and i found this place by an ad.

see madisyn's please

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