A [knife]. And [lipstick].

[Angela Vedetta]

^{So, Tell Us Your Name}
It's Angela Lucia Vedetta

^{Alright. How old are you?}
Haha. I'm 17

^{You're female, of course, right?}
... Want me to check? Yes I'm female!

^{Ummm... What "clique" are you in?}
Hmmm... Let's try rejects

^{Describe to us your personality.}
You want to know me? You can't. I'm the Girl of a Thousand Faces. I can be anything the moments calls for. Whatever either my heart desires, or another heart desires. I'm a real life actor and drama and mischief are my roles. It's what I do for a living. So, really, can I tell you what my personality is? Well, if you want to know what I'm like without people around me, I guess that would can't as my true personality. Yep. Who you are is who you are when nobody else is looking, or something like that.
I love talking. I talk to people, and I talk to myself. I'm a little crazy and tend to get in over my head with plots and ideas. I'm a story writer who makes my stories come true not on television, but in reality! I'm outgoing, flirty, and sometimes just downright blunt. I don't much care for other people's advice, though I tend to give it out quite often. I'm a horrible listener, but I guess a great speech writer? Something close to those terms. I can never seem to stay in one place at once. Maybe ADHD? Or not. Maybe it's just me?

^{What Are Your Likes?}
Want a list?
- Talking
- Plotting
- Acting
- Moving
- Animals, excluding cats
- Hunting
- Mischief
- November
- Music
- Art
- Tragedy
- Poetry

^{Your dislikes?}
Well...
- Cats
- Snobs
- Animal Activists(only when she talks about hunting)
- Pain
- Work(when asked to do it)
- Sadness
- Rooms filled with stuffed animals
- Milk Duds
- Sickness(involving her or friends)
- The Cold
- Being Hated
- Displeasing

^{Finally, What Was Your Past Like?}
A psychiatrist, eh? Well, fine. My past has been a real drag... No, no. I'm kidding. My past has been a real hell of a life! I got what I wanted, fit into any group I wanted to, and no one seemed to mind. I was always accepted, and yet my whole life I've considered myself rejected. Why? Because that was never me. I got good grades to please my parents. I was kind to please my younger siblings. I was anything anyone wanted, just to please them. That's what always got me into trouble. While pleasing one person, I displeased another. It was real hectic, but I loved the drama. Switching back and forth from place to place. Everyone would hate me, then love me, then ignore me, and so on and so forth. I was all over the place.
That's all it's ever been, and that's all I really ever want it to be. Drama, just like in theater arts! My father loved me, my mother adored me, my siblings looked up to me, and what has it brought them? Nothing. Nothing good, at least. I'll please to displease, and displease to please. That's my life's story, and that's all there really is to it. Could I be any more blunt? That's it.
The End






Look! It's a pretty flower!

[Anna Smith]

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