why won't you spare me , akshay spare '

[akshay miyhella spare]

`go shake it AKY !
`spare me, i'm just a tiny girl walking on two bare feet.

[/b] mthvarisa
age; 15
rp experience; 4 / 5 years (in Dutch, just a few months in English)
how you found us; white pages
contact; pm / [e-mail]
other charries; none (yet)
other; not too much babbling here
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] akshay miyhella spare
but it's okay everyone calls me; akshay, aky, ak,
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; october 31th
actually i'm some sort of; Scorpio
this place was such a s.hit hole;Stockholm (denmark)
ah, so like paradisefor me; new york
i don't look it but i'm actually; Danish, English
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; first grade ; music ; n/a
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] katie melua
you know i could just swim in those; a mix between green & brownd
does the carpet match the drapes; dark brown, looks black
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 85 pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5"09
and then i got one on my a.ss; none
they always seem to notice my; her size - she's very small for a fifteen-years-old.


you'll never see me without my;

What was light once, is dark now. Akshay was born with blonde curls and lightgreen eyes, which turned darker very quickly. Her hair is almost black now, and her eyes darkbrown/greenish. It's natural, because she hates hair-dye and all the stuff. She wouldn't want to change anything about it. Her hair curls and reaches her shoulders; it's impossible to keep it in a ponytail, or so. She doesn't do a lot with it.
Looking at her size you'd think she's a twelve-years-old, but her age has nothing to do with it. Her parents are small, her siblings are, and there's nothing else possible; she's too small as well. She doesn't mind it and uses her size to gain advantages.
If you see Akshay with make-up, it's eye make-up. She doesn't wear it very often and if she wears it, it's just a little.
All together Akshay looks quite good but isn't the most perfect girl.

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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

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, chocolat
, fruit
, her guitar
, singing
, making music
, listening to music
, drawing
, fun
, being in love
, vacation
, laughing
, vintage clothes
, hats
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
, cars - since her accident
, boredom
, arrogance
, failing
, headaches
, pain
, white
, prejudice
, her accent
, insects
, blood
, fainting
it's like my signature kinda thing;
, singing
, playing instruments ( except of flutes )
, drawing
, talking
oh god not this again, i so suck;
, cooking
, cheating
, lying
it's like children of the corn but worse;
, the death
, cars
, loosing the ability to speak/sing
you know one day i'm going to;
, to become a famous musician
, to marry with Mister Right
, to have a long-term relationship
it's just this weird innate thing;
, tapping with feet on floor
, biting nails
, humming a song
some things just make me scream;
, humour
, longer than she is
, romance
that is the most digusting thing ever;
, smokers
, junkies
, snobs


you best remember this b.itch;


- - CLUMSY/UNLUCKY PERSON,
it differs from stumbling to breaking a leg, but there's no day that there doesn't happen anything with Akshay. Weither it's because she's doesn't watch where she walks or she just attracks bad luck, isn't very clear. It just happens over and over again. And Akshay doesn't mind it, as long as she isn't bleeding. When she bleeds, she'll faint.

- + ALWAYS HAPPY (?),
She's smiling every single day, she laughs as often as she gets the chance and she loves being happy. You'd say she's happy always, because that's what it looks like. But when she's alone she crying often and when she cries, she bites in her fists. She still is a bit unhappy since her father & brother's death.

+ + MUSICAL,
Akshay loves music, and that's the best reason you can give for her musical side. She plays the guitar and piano often, but if you offer her another instrument, she'll just try for a while and after two or three days she's able to play it. She's just born to be musical, and she knows it.

- - FEARLESS,
Fear? That's not in Akshay's dictionary. She doesn't see it. Wether it's a truck coming close to her, or a huge dog trying to bite her; she'll see it as fun. This is the reason she likes extreme sports and perhaps it would explain her bad luck. Attack her, and she'll laugh. The only thing that she's scared of, is a car.

- + HYPER/TALKING TO MUCH,
She can't stop talking, she can't stop moving - she has to do something when people try to keep her quiet. If she doesn't talk, she taps with her foot on the floor, or she hums a song she wrote the day before. She simply can't stay still or quiet.

+ + CLEVER,
Though she doesn't look very smart at all, Akshay knows quite a lot. Especially the things you wouldn't expect. As someone who choose for music she almost knows to much about history or geography.
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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

[/b] bethany ottan spare ; 55 ; lawyer
(RIP) darren danhiel spare ; would have been 57 by now
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
milliann bethany hutcherson ; 35 ; cook
(RIP) otto daníello spare ; would have been 33
annabeth dorothy spare ; 32 ; cook
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
(RIP) stepgrandmother marilyn addyson
you know the different kind of uncle; n/a
and the one that looks like a rat; n/a
pretty freakin sure we're not related; n/a
yea they used to eat my shoelaces;
a black dog of an unknown spieces ; juliet
two black cats; king moir & fat louis


it's like hell but only faster;
Akshay was born in Stockholm, as the fourth child in the family Spare. Her mother was English and her father Danish and they had met twenty-two years before Akshay's birth. Unlike her siblings her hair was blonde and her eye lightbrown. She was just a happy, little baby who didn't know how big the world was outside the house. But she'd realize it soon.

Soon turned out to be after two years of living. Exactly two years, to be honest; it was Akshay's birthday when her parents decided to leave stockholm and move to a place far away from it - Georgia. It was hard for the family to get everything right, but it had been Darren's dream to live with his stepmother in Georgia, and they were rich enough to survive. For Akshay it was quite easy; she hardly spoke Danish and her parents decided to raise her with the Georgian language - not because it was easier for her, but because her family thought they'd live in Georgia forever.

But forever wasn't forever, and when marilyn died eleven years and three months after they'd gotten in Georgia - Akshay was thirteen - Darren wanted to leave Georgia as soon as possible. Everything there reminded him to much of his stepmother. He didn't want to return to Denmark and the English Bethany made the decision to move to Maryland. She had family living there and they could move in with them. After two months they were in Maryland, and that was very different from Georgia. The poor, backward country where Akshay had lived almost her complete life was in her eyes a lot calmer and prettier than Maryland.

And Akshay wasn't the only one. Though her family didn't show it, they didn't like Maryland at all. The first time that they showed it, was when Darren, Otto and Akshay got into a car - and the car crashed. Darren was dead immidiately, Otto was hurt very badly and died in the hospital, and Akshay broke her arm and hurt her back, which caused that she couldn't walk for three months. She had to be careful after that, the doctors said, but she was reckless as always, and only showed fear when someone tried to get her into a car. She'd never get into a car again - never.

When Akshay was send to Darmon Academy, she hardly spoke English, and because of her size bullies started to find her and call her all names they could think of. But Akshay wasn't the one who'd give up - she was smaller than an average girl and she was thinner than an average girl, but she climbed up, knowing that she didn't want to be an outsider forever. Now, after a year, she's better known at the school, though she's still small and thing. She's pretty and she knows it, and she's clever enough to not use it in the wrong way.

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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] admin edit
i don't know what it means, something with; first year ; music
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; nope.

you must be smelling your own crotch;
an old piece of a story I've written last year.

She hated herself for being here, for being caught. She could have escaped! She could have run after Napoleon fell on the ground. She could have hit the soldier, why hadn’t she? She didn’t know. She could have been free now. If Peter wouldn’t have left her, they would be fighting against Napoleon at this moment. She wanted to fight! She had to kill Napoleon! She promised! Again, tears appeared in her eyes. Her wrists still hurt, though Napoleon had hurt her an hour ago. ‘Excuse me, but what’s the time?’ The huge soldier who had caught her, laughed. ‘It’s 2 o’clock, hon, but you’re not gettin’ out of here! Not before Napoleon says!’ The soldier laughed evilly, shook his head and sat down again. Lyra looked at the bottle of beer in his hand, sighed and sat down again. Wait… she thought. If I can make him drunk, a smile occurred on her face. Of course!
‘Does the beer taste well?’ she asked kindly. The soldier was surprised. ‘Err… Yes, it does. Why?’ ‘Can I have one?’
‘No!’
‘Please?’ The soldier shook head again and smiled. ‘No, they’re mine!’
‘Pff! I’m sure you can’t drink seven of them in one minute!’ Lyra rolled with her eyes and the soldier did exactly what she wanted. ‘Of course I can! Look!’ he took seven bottles of beer, opened them and looked at Lyra. ‘Count, please!’ after that, he started to drink. One… Two… Three... Lyra saw the empty bottles and smiled. The soldier drunk and drunk, until he drunk seven. He burped, closed his eyes and laughed. ‘You see? I can *hiccup* drink seven of *hiccup* them in one minute!’ he said. Lyra nodded. ‘Okay! Can you open my cage, then? I think you’re to drunk!’
‘Of course I can! Look!’ he took his keys and opened the cage. Before he realized, Lyra ran out of it and escaped. ‘HEY! Stay!’ the soldier shouted, but Lyra ignored it. ‘Fool!’ she laughed. Now there was just one thing left. She had to find Peter, so they could kill Napoleon. After that, she would be angry with Peter.

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