Abigail "Abby" Branthon.
bio: Abby just moved to Huntington Beach, looking for a new beginning in her young life. This beach babe comes from New York, looking for a fresh start. She's the center of gossip, usually, because of her high status amongst other that attend St. Bernard's, but she's not known for partying,drinking or drugs. She's abstained from all those things all her life, and she plans to keep it that way. She's a fun, frivolous girl, sometimes in her own imaginary wonderland. She enjoys dancing and poetry though she does work as a model but not as a full time career. She's in 11th grade, so she's still figuring everything out. She wants to be a dance teacher but that's one of her biggest dreams and she believes it will happen one day. Abby is very optimistic, but you can see her negative side if you ever try to frame her for anything. She likes keeping a clean record. She's definitely not boring, and Abby is full of stories of traveling when she was younger. She doesn't have a great bond with her father, only her mother. Another thing is that she loves her friends and if you mess with them, just keep in mind that even though Abby seems like an innocent sweet girl, she does a have a bad side. She's not afraid to let her bad side out. ♥
model: frida gustavsson/ skye stracke (Can I please use both? Is that okay?)
taken by: me? (maybe)
Top 3 Choices:
"So, what are you doing this weekend?"
I tilted my head sideways, like I was actually pondering over the question. "Oh, you know, the usual."
"And that would be?"
"Ah...well, nothing. I'm absolutely free." I smiled brightly.
And that's when I knew something was wrong. He asked again, "So you're free this weekend, huh?"
"I think you know the answer to that one already." I brushed aside my hair and blushed at the same time. I hated being asked out. Like I have time to date. Like I have time to be wasting my time, getting my heart broken. I have dreams, goals and they don't involve guys in them. At least, not at the moment.
"Well, a few of us were going to hang out. Hit some clubs and I don't know...just chill." He said, looking even cuter than usual. Ugh, I thought, does he have to make this even harder on me!?
"Uh..That's great. I'm free this weekend, but I really have somewhere to go."
"You said you weren't busy."
"Yes, that's what I said. I'm sorry. But I can't. I can't go anywhere with you. sorry! Maybe like after I graduate...is that okay? Plus, you're not really my type...so..." I rambled.
He looked hurt, but what he said seemed the opposite of his expression. "Well, all I said was that a few of us were gonna go to some clubs and dance. I never said anything about you, so you can stop being a stuck up snob and stop thinking that every guy wants to go out with you."
And with that, he was gone.
I hate being cornered by people, even at the bus station. I was mad that he left thinking I was a snob but then again, I looked at my cell phone and I was happy. I had places to go! Hello, dance lessons! Ugh...I was so awkward around....the opposite gender.