Elizabeth Leigh Reynolds

Elizabeth Leigh Reynolds Dec 5, 2011 20:21:28 GMT -5

Post by elizabeth leigh reynolds on Dec 5, 2011 20:21:28 GMT -5

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ELIZABETH LEIGH REYNOLDS

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ella pushed open the door. "oh, really? no!" she giggled, throwing her hands into the air. she stepped forward and the door closed, only allowing the muffles of the girl and a man talking in the hallway. "no! no!" she laughed before she opened the door again. "i've got an interview. okay? okay. i'll see you!" she snickered and sighed, walking inside. her white skirt swished around her knees as she looked at the dean, a bright and happy expression on her face. "sorry about that! old friend from elementary school." she walked to the chair and sat down. her ridiculous blue eyes stared wholeheartedly to the dean. she pushed some of her long, dark brown hair behind her ear. "i'm elizabeth reynolds. but please call me ella. ellaaaaa." she sang the last word out, smiling happily. "i'm sixteen, though i look a lot older. do not know why, seriously don't care. i'm just ella reynolds and that's that." she shrugged before she stood up and started to flit around the room. her five foot six inches walked around, but her small heels pushed her to about five foot seven. she didn't weigh much, but her one hundred and twenty six pounds made the floorboards creak slightly under her feet. she twirled around so her skirt fanned around her and she faced merideth.

"my birthday's march. march fourth, actually. i was born on a tuesday, right before sundown." she sighed softly, staring off before she sat back down. she seemed to be brimming with excitement. she had a skinny body, but it wasn't so much that she looked sickly. she still had the healthy curves every woman should have.

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she glanced at the dean, but a green plant had caught her attention. she sucked in a breath and gingerly touched it, a wide grin spreading over her lips. "i love flowers," she said softly. her eyes were twinkling in her happiness. "you want to know about my past? well, my dad was wolverine and my mother was the trixter." she looked at the empty expression on the woman's face. she frowned. "x-men origins? really?" she took out her hands, letting out a "shiinnggg!" and having three fingers pop out. "viscous claws! rawr!" she let out a growl, her hair waving around as she did. when the dean looked at her with no recollection, she let out a groan and slammed her toosh into the seat. "epic fail," she sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

"i had a regular family. i was an only child, my parents were happily married. typical family, i guess. my mom sometimes hated my dad, but my dad got through it. i'm totally my dad's child. i'm exactly like him, i'm super cereal." she ended the sentence with a high inflection in her voice, fingering a strand of her hair. "he's a complete nerd, always has been. that's why i'm into comics and such.

"my childhood! yes. okay, well, i had a pretty standard childhood. i grew up in the public school system. holy cheeznits, girl, them bitches are crazy." she let out an exasperated sigh, throwing her hands in the air. "let me tell you! they tried to make me try not to be weird, but you know what?" she shot up, pointing a finger at the dean. "i like being weird! there! i said it. take that, people." she shook her fist at no one in particular and sat back down, letting out a soft huff. "i had a few good friends that i spent all my day with. i'm a pretty good student, i enjoy working diligently, but i go off on tangents sometimes. my friends used to call me zb, short for zombie brain. since i just kept going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on" --she took in a deep breath-- "and on and on and on and on and on! phew! that was a lot of ons!" she started to sway side to side, snapping her fingers. "sorry, got pumped up kicks stuck in my head. faster than my bullet~" she sang, snapping to the beat, stomping her heels a bit on the floor.

"so that's my past, right? i even covered when i broke my arm?"

"i kissed a boy and i liked it! that taste of his chunky-hunky man-ness!" she suddenly sang, her eyes going wide.

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she pursed her lips before she smacked them. "my personality." she sat back, smacking her lips again and making a noise with her tongue off the roof of her mouth. "i am very social. and weird. don't forget weird. but it's a good trait. it makes me different from all the boring people. that's what my dad told me. i like to dance and sing. i just can't help it sometimes. if i have a good song stuck in my head, forget it. i'm singing it, even if i'm in the middle of class. even so, i do enjoy learning and doing school work. i feel like i go in the zone when i'm doing school work. and i'm not just saying that to get a good grade on my application, of course not." she snorted, rolling her eyes.

"i don't hate many things. i don't really like to hate people because i think it's mean... i've never really been mean to someone before.. unless they were mean to me. oh, this one time a girl called me a whore--"

her story continued on for a good ten minutes. "and that's how the turkey exploded on christmas..." she nodded, pressing her lips together. "am i done? joey's in the hall waiting. i'd like to catch..." she trailed off, staring at merideth's blank stare. "okaaaay." she let out a sigh, pushing her hair out of her face. "i do really hate it when people smack gum. it makes me sick to my stomach. i mean, like... take that gum somewhere else, girly girl. mother theresa..." she paused. "okay, i know she's a flipping saint, but it's just fun to say because it's like mother fucker, but it's not. see?" she laughed, yawning in the middle of it. "i'm so going to hell," she muttered, tracing a design on the couch. "wait, what? what's that about gifts? ooh, i love gifts on christmas!"

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she wrinkled her nose. "i think i'd like to be a singer... no, an artist!" she stood up, her arm up in the air. "wielder of excalibur! none of dese bitches can touch me! but seriously." she straightened her shirt and looked at merideth seriously. "i super cereal, okay? i will be the finder of man-bear-pig and no one can stop me. that south park episode flared my inspiration to find that beast before he kills us all!" she nodded seriously before she walked to the door. "i have to go. seriously, i'm running late for something serious." she opened the door. "ella-man. ella-man. your friendly neighborhood ella-man..." she muttered to herself as she left the room.

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Elizabeth Leigh Reynolds

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