Blakely Johnson.

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&& RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE THE ONLY REASON.

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Name:: Blakely Lane Johnson, though she goes by Blakely or Blake.

Age:: She is sixteen.

Status:: Blake's single && straight; though she does tend to flirt a little with either gender.

Likes::

+ - rock music.
+ - food.
+ - art.
+ - boys.
+ - cameras.
+ - color.
+ - fashion.
+ - boldness.
+ - kindness.
+ - craziness.
+ - hanging out with friends.
+ - internettt.
+ - AIM.
+ - talking to friends.
+ - concerts.
+ - eyeliner.
+ - food.
+ - clothes.
+ - flirting.
+ - candy.


Dislikes::

- - too much quietness.
- - rap.
- - sexism, homophobes, etc.
- - plain things.
- - perfectionists.
- - bad hair days.
- - mayonaise.
- - no music.
- - thunderstorms.
- - fakes.
- - people who think they know it all.
- - wannabe emos and "emos".
- - too many x's.
- - losers who are cocky.

Personality::

She's loud.
She's eccentric.
She's Blakely.

Blakely always grew up on the loud side, dancing and prancing and not caring about what people thought about her. At least when she was twelve and under anyways.

Blakely is loudloudloud. But, like many others, she enhances a shyer, subtler side when the girl is around a special someonewhosie she likes. Aw sweet, right? She'd do anything to impress the special someone, but it's not like Blakely would give someone a large bouquet of flowers 'cause then it'd be a bit creepy, eh? And she's a gusher for ooshy-gooshy love stories, like the book 'A Walk To Remember' or The Notebook, though she has a guilty pleasure for horror movies. Oh yeah, Saw III? Bring it on, baby. Anyways, her heart is broken easily, that big, joyous heart of hers.

Blakely loves attention; she craves it. But then again, she's not that kind of girl who's desperate for attention. I mean, she won't go around screaming yellow in the cafeteria just for attention. (Okay, she actually would.) And she knows when to cool it down herself down; I mean, it's an obvious thing she won't go pouncing up on someone asking if they want to go mini-golfing. And she can get pretty laid back, aside from being all loud and such. She just knows how to calm down. =D

Blakely's feelings get broken and crushed easily as well; if you call her ugly or tell her that her outfit is a mess, she'd go loony! The girl would first stare at the particular person in an intimidating sort of way, then walk away and silently craze about it inside her mind. She'd go awkwardly quiet, with her arms crossed. And maybe if you crushed on her enough, emotionally, you'd spot a tear or two. But she gets over it in a quick fashion, moving on to thinking about the Trig. test coming up or whatever's in her mind.

If you were to be given a map of Blakely's mind, it'd be messy, cluttered, and creative.

Brief History::

When Blakely was little, she's always wanted to be a superstar. The little girl admired the flashy lights and the glittery tiaras, always strutting down the hallways in her mommy's high-heels. They were gorgeous heels, Blake would think; the pumps were a bright shade of red, patent-leather with a wooden heel. She'd clonk around and strike poses, with crazy boas and outrageous, glittery tutus. And she'd show off flashy "fashion shows" to her parents in the small living room, in their small apartment. Back then, life was just peachy perfect. Even though she didn't get everything she wanted, like her own 4'0" tall Barbie doll or her own dollhouse, Blakely was still satisfied with her life. Until she struck eight.

"WHATT?!?!!?!?!?!" The young girl exclaimed, outraged. "NO! NO! NONONONONONONONOO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, before stomping to her small bedroom, slamming the door shut. 'How could they do this to me?' Blakely thought, burying her face in her pillow. 'How could they have a baby, when they could just buy a pet?' She was sobbing, being the little over dramatic girl she was. She hadn't understood how babies were made and why they wanted a baby, because they already had her! She was furious at them and never wanted to do anything with them ever again. && Blakely didn't come out until it was time for dinner.

As she chewed through her food, the eight year-old girl plotted a plan in her head. She would run away, Blakely concluded at first, to the park. And then she'd let someone kidnap her, because the girl had figured her parents didn't love her anymore if they were having a baby.

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So, she didn't go with her plan; hell, she wasn't even allowed cross the street by herself. And a few months later, the baby was born. Blakely found herself ecstatic as she was gripping on the armrest of her chair. "Is it a boy or a girl?" She cautiously whispered to her mother, who was stroking Blakely's forehead. "A girl. Do you want to pick the name?" Blakely immediately nodded at her mother's question, with a cheeky and cheesy grin. "EmilyAnne!" She immediately blurted out, giggling softly. "Are you sure, honey? You didn't se-" Her mother stated slowly, with a relaxed chuckle. "Yes!" She answered, smiling.

"Emily Anne Johnson. I like it, don't you?"

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She eventually grew up, with not much more to say. Her life with EmilyAnne? Ah, it was much more than she thought it'd be, oh Jeebus, with constant crying and screaming, Blake thought she'd go deaf soon! But it all worked out.. eventually. ;]



Current living arrangements::

Ah, she's living with her parents still. ORLY!?

Anything Else?:: none.

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