CHANNING, SAWYER MARINA

[SAWYER MARINA CHANNING]

sawyer marina channing
seventeen - junior - student - heterosexual

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ooh, it looks like you have found yourself the all rare sawyer channing! she is quite the elusive beast, don't you agree? just kidding, it's just that i really don't like video cameras. i feel like i am being violated, so i am not quite sure why i agreed to this whole interview thing. i guess i thought you would have recorded me. but no, tape recorders must be too obsolete in these technologically advanced days! oh snap, i am on camera. -squirms and tugs at hair- does my hair look okay? don't lie. i don't want to look like a mess for whoever you are showing this two. wait, what exactly is this interview for?

you just let me ramble for a whole two minutes. now you are going to have delete all of that. oh well, it is your waste of time. i guess i should go on with the interview. sound like a plan, stan? okay! well, i already told you that my name was sawyer, but my whole name is sawyer marina channing. i don't like marina, it makes me think of yachts. and then i get all sad because i don't have a yacht. will you buy me one? wait, i forgot to tell you that i am seventeen! i only turned seventeen over the summer, july the first actually. i am one of the babies in my grade. speaking of my grade, i happen to be a semi big and bad junior!

are you honestly like actually asking for my appearance? dude, i am sitting in front of you. in the flesh, a big lump of bones and blood and flesh. and i know you aren't blind. i see you, peering away from the lenses to look at me directly every so often. that is really freaky. but i guess since you're asking. even though i really don't see any point in it. i am like five four or something, not really that tall. but at least i am not a midget. well i'm pale. and i have black hair. see? it sits on top of my head. i have a baby face, i can't even try to deny that one. i really dress in whatever the hell i want. i don't have a style. styles are for sissy's.

personality? you are asking the most boring ass questions. what kind of interview is this? you must be like reporting for boring weekly. aha, sorry that really wasn't that funny. but it made me snort. and that is all that counts. if you couldn't tell i am a complete goofball. i love being childish, it just puts more fun in everything. you can't be serious all the time. and it is fun to just stick your tongue out at your problems and just say fuck you. laughing is something i do constantly. i make other people laugh too, and if you aren't laughing when you're around me then you must be clinically insane. i do stupid shit. i showed up to school the first day of freshman year dressed up like a fireman. people come to me when they want a fun time. damn, i am just like a walking party.

you are talking to like the biggest nerd that you will ever meet. not like the smarty pants nerd, please. i scramble to get even a c on any test. i watch pokemon, batman is my hero, and all those disney channel shows are okay. i like poking the shades out of the three-d glasses and wear ridiculous t-shirts. i go to the movie's just to get the glasses. and i make up my own words too, like yerpie. it is just fun. and i also color too, and finger paint. i am such a goob. i am corny too. i love all things sweet and romantic. i made a paper mache heart for my first boyfriend on valentine's day. i am also a sweetheart. i act bubbly and warmly towards all people. it's just my nature, regardless of how bitchy you are. i just love people. it is awesome to see how different everyone is. i want to be friends with everyone, it doesn't matter what 'clique' you come from. i just wanna see everyone happy.

i try not to be a bitch. i love to be full of hugs and rainbows. violence isn't something for me, make love and not war. all that jazz. well yes, i can curse and talk shit but i have respect for other people. you've gotta respect me though or i won't even say anything nice to you. i will not hesitate to bitch you out if you say anything shitty about me. i have no tolerance for bullshit. i may be tough and a bit of a pushover at times but do not think that i will back down. i back my words with solid threats. i try to be nice, i swear. for the most part i am a chill person. violence isn't something that i do. but i will swing a punch if you get up in my face. i am not someone that you wanna mess with. just keep that in mind sweetie. i really don't want to have to knock out all your teeth. you have a nice smile. -grins-

please, don't make me talk about my past. it is a touchy sort of subject. no, i am not a sob story. i don't want you to pity me. i don't go around asking people to try and sympathize with me. sorry, this is what happens when you get me started on the subject of my history. don't expect me to break down into tears or anything. i am a big girl, it is just that what i went through was less than delightful. i am a native to south carolina, i am a true southern girl. i even have the accent and all. i like to say y'all too. and i even hunt, fish, and i tried archery once. i am tough and a true tomboy. i am an only child, thank god. my potential siblings wouldn't have been able to handle all the shit that i have gone through. sometimes i did get a little lonely though.

this is going to brief, i don't like talking about it. my mother was a bitch. left my father and moved to another part of town because she didn't like that fact that he was "controling." she is a grimy woman. she slept around, always found herself some drugs, and completely neglected me. i won't tell you what happened to me. i have some scars though and relationships scare me. i will leave it at that. it wasn't until last year that someone realized what exactly was going on. my daddy somehow still stayed in town. after a messy court ordeal he got custody of me. so i am with him now and things are completely fine. my mother, well i dunno where the hell she is. it is better that way. i honestly hate her. damn. you just brought out the evil in me.

sorry to cut this short but i gotta run. pokemon is one. peace. -smiles widely and runs off-
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irl

ohai, my name is harvey, and i'm fifteen. i've been in this game for five years, and you can contact me via pm, aim, and skype, and i found this place by board hopping.

Stepping into Donovan's house was always something that felt refreshing to Aerie's weathered down mind. When she finally had to collect her things and scramble to Donovan's doorstep her mental exhaustion had to be at an all time high. Her tolerance for her uncle was surprisingly low, even after two months of having his insults and sneers thrown her way. Aerie made constant appearances at Donovan's with her overnight bag grasped tightly into her balled up fist. Just the thought of having to remain in the house with a man who had the nerve to spit in her face made her stomach churn. Her decision was torn, it had been directing her towards each options since the very first moment that she had stepped foot into Scottsville. In the dry state of Texas wasn't where Aerie belonged, her soul was destined for the academy that was located on the east coast. So far away.

Last year she should have hightailed it right out of the honky tonk state and direct herself back to the place where her heart still remained. Philly was the one place that Aerie was itching to be but it was honestly impossible for her to even attempt to leave the town, let alone the state. Then she had to contemplate the fact that she had made lifelong friends like Donovan in this tiny cluster of houses and shops. She wasn't still sure how the town of Scottsville could even be considered a town. That was a matter for another day, a thought to toy around with Donovan later. He was such an amazing guy and was someone that would leave her choked up and in tears when she finally had to lave. Aerie was thinking maybe years ahead in the future, she didn't have the slightest inkling of an idea when she would be able to escape. For good.

Her pink booted foot tapped to an unheard tune in her head while she casually stood outside Donovan's door. Some sort of light hum began to escape through her lips when she heard an excited chorus of barks sound from the other side of the door. Nyx was scampering towards the door, his claws scraping against the floor in a frenzy. He would be right beside Donovan, ready to attack Aerie with adoration when he pulled the door open. Aerie felt a tiny grin press onto her face, the sight of Nyx always lifted up her joy. She had always wanted a dog of her own, like every other girl that had grown up on her own. Her father had been allergic and there was no thought put towards asking her father. The door pulled open and Nyx came at her like a bullet, eager to dart his way through her legs. "Nyx!" Her cry only worked the dog up even more and he jumped up, his paws dragging down her shirt. "Aren't you just a cutie?!" Aerie cooed down at the puppy.

The puppy had momentarily caught her attention, she was always fascinated by how much energy he always seemed to have and how he always seemed to be ecstatic to see her face. Nyx was never still for long, she loved how much energy the young pup had. Her gaze lifted up from Nyx and to Donovan, who was looking directly at her. Aerie spotted the sympathy in his eyes and she instantly felt all of her stress melt. Donovan was one of the few that actually cared for her and always would, no matter what. "I just think that likes pretty faces," Aerie spoke to him lightly. She had a teasing glint in her eyes but she couldn't talk herself into winking playfully at him. His teasing comment pulled a soft giggle out of Aerie, he always knew the things to say to get the proper reaction out of her. "You know that I like to hog the covers," she said to him.

Aerie murmured a thanks to him when he pulled the bag from her grasp, almost signifying that he was trying to ease the burden for her. She felt physically exhausted, like even stepping through the threshold of the door was going to cause her to collapse. She took two heavy steps that led him into his house and Donovan firmly shut the door behind her. "You never know, there might be a time when you finally get tired of me. I'm here basically every night," Aerie lightly said to him, her blue orbs looking curiously over at him. Then she busied herself with kicking her shoes off, the furry boots had been suffocating her feet. Yes, she was wearing a sweater in the fiery state of Texas. The heat didn't affect her, Aerie usually felt like there was a slight chill wherever she went. She made a step forward, bringing herself closer to him but still standing at a respectable distance. "He spit in my face tonight," Aerie whispered, anger seething from every pore.

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