This story is pretty much whatever I want it to be like because it's fucking hard to find info about Travis! So again, if you know anything about him, email me about it at minorityjinx@sbcglobal.net.
In this story, my name is Holly (thanks Mollie ^.^). This is in first person again but it isn't like a diary or anything. In this story, I'm a preppy 15 year old. I know preps aren't fun in any way, shape, or form, but the way I look and act will change. I swear on a stack on Green Day guitar tab books. My hair is dark brown and it's always curly. You know, preppy curly looking O.o Back on topic, I live in Berkeley. The good part of Berkeley where all the rich stuck up people live. I don't have any tattoos or piercings other than my ear lobes. I'm a bitch to people who are a "lower class" than me. My eyes are a dull grey color with bright blue rings around my pupil. I have a tan :P and I wear skirts and halter tops, you know the preppy stuff. This is creeping me out just to write it! :) I'm know I'm being all prejudice, but I'm only telling the truth *shrugs*.
AHHHH!!! IT BURNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!! (Me: Okay, that's over doing it just a smige.) ----->
What's My Age Again?
Info Shmemfo O_o
AHHH! This info is some creepy shit people!Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
