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Name: Shyla Noelle Anderson Nickname(s): Lala Age: 17 Grade: Junior Birthday: April 9, 1990 sexuality: Heterosexual
Celeb person: Scarlett Johanson Apperance/picture: coming soon
Likes: - horseback riding - singing - dancing - the beach
Dislikes: - liars, cheaters, stealers - people who like to hear themselves talk - selfish people
Flaws: - she talks before speaking - almost everything is sarcastic - she puts other people before her needs (yet, that isn't always a bad thing.) - she trusts people too easily.
Clique: Prep/Jock History: She was born in Connecticut, and has somewhat of a yankee accent. She loves the small things in life, and her parents let her choose to go to this school. She moved out here because of her father's job, and although she knows a lot of famous people, she won't be one to brag about it. Her past boyfriend choice has been a little rough, but she doesn't really like to bring that up.
Money situation: average Family: Alyssa Anderson(mom), Michael Anderson(dad), Katrina Anderson(younger sister, 13)
Rp example: (only a quarter of a post from another RPG) : And any other day but a day like this would have been just fine with me. Bruno needed to go out again and I needed to get this article done so Brianna wouldn't pregnant dog me out again. I got up off the couch and left the door open this time, as he dashed outside to make sure he hadn't missed anything since the last 10 minutes that he was out there. I plopped back down on the couch. I turned up Chevelle on my laptop, not too loud, so I could still concentrate. I needed muse for this paper, and it was only 2 in the afternoon. I pressed pause on my music, saved my article, and got up and went to the coat closet. I whistled to Bruno while I grabbed his leash. He dashed in, wagging his tail and jumping up at me, he made it seem like his walk this morning at 7 never came. I closed the back door as he walked out first, he always had to be first. Great Danes were fearless leaders I suppose, or Bruno was just stuck on himself. We went a different route then we do in the morning. I needed to see something so I could get some ideas flowing. We walked downtown together, Thames Street was sort of busy for a Tuesday afternoon. Java Bob's was open, so we walked into the coffee shop.
Anything else: she owns a Fawn Great Dane. His name is Bruno, and he is 4 years old. He his very protective of Shyla, but he is mostly calm.
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