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Pokemon - The Longest Summer Holiday Ever

Keen to get her first Pokémon journey underway, Melody had awoken at the crack of dawn full of energy and ready to get a move on. Her parents had offered to drive her to Sandgem Town to meet up with her friend Shin, and his other friends who Melody was looking forward to going on this summer adventure with. But, she'd opposed the lift in favor of riding Arcanine-back to Sandgem on her own. She normally spent the bulk of her summer doing deliveries with her dad across the region, but this year she wouldn't get the pleasure of being able to ride around as much as she was accustomed to. In fact, while her dad had offered to allow her to keep one of his Arcanine for her journey, she had declined his offer. Which is something she realized she'd probably come to regret down the road as she wasn't the fondest of traveling with only her own two legs being the mode of transportation. But, if no one else in the group was going to be given the luxury of having their own personal poké rides then neither would she.

Her mother had spent the night before this morning packing Melody a bag of everything she felt her daughter could possibly need for her first Pokémon journey. That morning after stuffing both Melody and her Growlithe to the brim with food, Melody's parents presented Melody with a good luck gift in the form of a Poké Radar. And, after getting a quick rundown of how exactly the device worked from her father, she returned Growlithe to her pokéball, kissed and bid farewell to her parents, and got on the road with the bag her mother had stayed up getting ready for her the night before.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been riding for when she realized she was at the end of and coming upon Sandgem Town."Slow it down Arcanine," Melody directed the fire-type canine as they entered the town. Obeying the directive of his rider, Arcanine promptly slowed his run into a padded walk as Melody's eyes scanned their surroundings. "Shin!" Melody shouted in excitement as her cerulean sea blue eyes fell upon one of her best friends from training school. Motioning Arcanine to walk over to where Shin stood, she dismounted gleefully once she was where she wanted Arcanine to be. "Morning All!" Melody spoke in greeting to Shin and the pink-haired fellow standing with him.

@Polaris North@Crimson Flame

Pokemon - The Longest Summer Holiday Ever

@Fandom Princess
I'd appreciate it if you only had 1 pokemon to start with but it probably won't matter that much in the long run. So, you're good to move it to the character tab.

@Spin The Wheel

I edited my character sheet, so now Melody just has her Growlithe and moved her to the character tab.

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Wouldn’t Melody want to train water type Pokémon? :P And how did Ariel become a Growlithe breeder?

Little Mermaid was my childhood obsession, and I watched little Mermaid 2 many times as a kid. I even had a Melody doll.

@Crimson Flame

Melody should definitely be a Misty-like kind of trainer, but . . . I've always been really fond of the fire-type Pokémon. So, her first people had to be a fire-type for me. 🤷‍♀️ Which is also the sole reason Ariel is a Growlithe breeder.

Personally, I don't feel like sequel Disney movies get the love that they deserve. I love both the Little Mermaid 2, the Lion King 2, and Stitch has a Glitch far more than their predecessors. I also really enjoy the 2 Tarzan and Lady and the Tramp movies. Disney has some amazing sequels under its belt that get crazy overlooked.

Pokemon - The Longest Summer Holiday Ever

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Melody Morgana

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
Mel

𝙰𝚐𝚎
11

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
See Above Photo

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
• Self-ReliantX• TomboyishX• AdventurousX• SarcasticX• CompetitiveX• Headstrong

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
A Sinnoh region native, Melody's family is situated in a place known for its honey and the vividly scented flowers that grow everywhere; Floaroma Town. Her mother, Ariel, is a pokémon breeder; explicitly a Growlithe breeder. Ariel's job is to hatch, care for, and raise the young Pokémon until they are ready and old enough to be evaluated and recruited by police forces across the Sinnoh, Kanto, and Hoenn regions. Those selected are then bought and taken to training schools where they are trained to be future police dogs. Those who are not taken by the police, are instead made a part of Melody's father's workforce. Melody's father, Eric, owns and operates a courier service that transports goods to every inch of the Sinnoh region. How these goods get transported are with the aid of Arcanines. Eric obtains these Pokémon by evolving the Growlithe that don't pass their evaluations and aren't taken to the training schools to become police dogs. Instead, they are trained to become courier canines.

Melody took an interest in both of her parent's careers as a child. Initially, in the early years of her life, she found the Arcanine her father trained to be rather intimidating and thus favored spending time in the nursery watching after the eggs in her mother's care. Raising the hatchlings alongside her mother was also fun, but she didn't really like to do it as she couldn't keep herself from getting attached to the pokémon and would cry for days on end when it came time for the pups to move on to the next phase of their lives. Eventually, when Melody was five, her parents helped her get over her fear of Arcanines and her father even taught her how to ride. Skipping over learning how to ride a bike, Arcanine-back quickly became her favorite mode of transportation — even riding them to Jubilife City when she started going to the Trainers' School.

When she was eight, she started accompanying her dad on trips throughout the region. The exposure she got to the rest of the region through these travels is what piqued her interest in exploration. On these excursions outside of her hometown and schooling city of Jubilife, Melody got an idea of just how vast the world at large was and she wanted to see it all. Attending a slew of Sinnoh competitions, her favorites being the Squallville PokéRinger, Pokémon Iceberg Race, and the Sinnoh Grand Festival; Melody got to see and meet trainers and Pokémon from all over the world. Which only fueled her desire to travel even more. Once she turned ten and was able to officially get her starter Pokémon, Melody quickly realized that although she knew that she wanted to be a trainer and travel the world; she knew little more than that. She wasn't sure what kind of Pokémon trainer she wanted to be. There were times after watching a Pokémon Contest that Melody was sure that she wanted to be a Pokémon coordinator. Then other times she'd watch two trainers have a battle and be sure that that was the kind of trainer she wanted to be. Not being able to make a decisive decision on the matter is what has kept Melody from starting her Pokémon journey. Opting to put off receiving her starter Pokémon from Professor Rowan until she fully mulled over her options and made a fixed decision. It's been a year since then, and Melody is still living at home, working with her parents, and going to school.

Disappointing? Yes. However, the silver lining to come out of her indecisiveness was her reluctantly bonding with one of her mother's Growlithe, subsequentially obtaining her first Pokémon in the process. Melody had planned to spend this summer as she had every summer in the past; enjoying a week at Professor Rowan's Summer Academy and working with her parents, with the added fun of training her first Pokémon. However, this summer, she is being presented with an opportunity that has her ready to finally start her Pokémon journey. Her friend Shin, has come up with an idea that has left Melody salivating in excitement. A summer of exploration. Exploring every corner of the world, whilst catching every under the sun. While usually, Melody would spend the summer working alongside her parents and — Melody was beyond intrigued by the prospect of a summer expedition with a potentially high chance of making some new friends. So, she agreed. Even though she is still unsure of what path she wants to take as a Pokémon trainer; she's has come to realize that she won't ever make a conclusive decision just sitting idly by at home. Adventure is calling and she's finally ready to answer the call!

𝙺𝚎𝚢 𝙸𝚝𝚎𝚖
Poké Radar. Used to find rare Pokémon, Shiny Pokémon, and Pokémon with Hidden Abilities.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

• Melody comes from a rich family. The bulk of the family's riches comes from her father's courier service; Searing Shot Deliveries. The most well-known and used courier service in all of the Sinnoh region. The company's headquarters is situated in Jubilife City.
• Her Home
• Melody is not used to traveling far distances on foot. She was practically raised on the back of an Arcanine and because of this, she isn't accustomed to having to get to faraway places with the use of only her two legs. Once her feet start to get annoying sore, her mood begins to noticeably sour.
• Melody has attended the Pokémon Summer Academy led by Professor Rowan and his assistants every summer since she was seven. She was supposed to be attending it this year but decided against it in favor of joining Shin on this adventure with the Pokédex.

Pokémon Team

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Soleil

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜
Sol or Lei Lei

𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜
Growlithe

𝚂𝚎𝚡
Female

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍
Floaroma Town

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚝
• BiteX• Flame WheelX• AgilityX• Fire Fang

Pokemon - The Longest Summer Holiday Ever

Not certain if you guys are accepting players but I made one just in case.

Melody Morgana

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Melody Morgana

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
Mel

𝙰𝚐𝚎
11

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
See Above Photo

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
• Self-ReliantX• TomboyishX• AdventurousX• SarcasticX• CompetitiveX• Headstrong

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
A Sinnoh region native, Melody's family is situated in a place known for its honey and the vividly scented flowers that grow everywhere; Floaroma Town. Her mother, Ariel, is a pokémon breeder; explicitly a Growlithe breeder. Ariel's job is to hatch, care for, and raise the young Pokémon until they are ready and old enough to be evaluated and recruited by police forces across the Sinnoh, Kanto, and Hoenn regions. Those selected are then bought and taken to training schools where they are trained to be future police dogs. Those who are not taken by the police, are instead made a part of Melody's father's workforce. Melody's father, Eric, owns and operates a courier service that transports goods to every inch of the Sinnoh region. How these goods get transported are with the aid of Arcanines. Eric obtains these Pokémon by evolving the Growlithe that don't pass their evaluations and aren't taken to the training schools to become police dogs. Instead, they are trained to become courier canines.

Melody took an interest in both of her parent's careers as a child. Initially, in the early years of her life, she found the Arcanine her father trained to be rather intimidating and thus favored spending time in the nursery watching after the eggs in her mother's care. Raising the hatchlings alongside her mother was also fun, but she didn't really like to do it as she couldn't keep herself from getting attached to the pokémon and would cry for days on end when it came time for the pups to move on to the next phase of their lives. Eventually, when Melody was five, her parents helped her get over her fear of Arcanines and her father even taught her how to ride. Skipping over learning how to ride a bike, Arcanine-back quickly became her favorite mode of transportation — even riding them to Jubilife City when she started going to the Trainers' School.

When she was eight, she started accompanying her dad on trips throughout the region. The exposure she got to the rest of the region through these travels is what piqued her interest in exploration. On these excursions outside of her hometown and schooling city of Jubilife, Melody got an idea of just how vast the world at large was and she wanted to see it all. Attending a slew of Sinnoh competitions, her favorites being the Squallville PokéRinger, Pokémon Iceberg Race, and the Sinnoh Grand Festival; Melody got to see and meet trainers and Pokémon from all over the world. Which only fueled her desire to travel even more. Once she turned ten and was able to officially get her starter Pokémon, Melody quickly realized that although she knew that she wanted to be a trainer and travel the world; she knew little more than that. She wasn't sure what kind of Pokémon trainer she wanted to be. There were times after watching a Pokémon Contest that Melody was sure that she wanted to be a Pokémon coordinator. Then other times she'd watch two trainers have a battle and be sure that that was the kind of trainer she wanted to be. Not being able to make a decisive decision on the matter is what has kept Melody from starting her Pokémon journey. Opting to put off receiving her starter Pokémon from Professor Rowan until she fully mulled over her options and made a fixed decision. It's been a year since then, and Melody is still living at home, working with her parents, and going to school.

Disappointing? Yes. However, the silver lining to come out of her indecisiveness was her reluctantly bonding with one of her mother's Growlithe, subsequentially obtaining her first Pokémon in the process. Melody had planned to spend this summer as she had every summer in the past; enjoying a week at Professor Rowan's Summer Academy and working with her parents, with the added fun of training her first Pokémon. However, this summer, she is being presented with an opportunity that has her ready to finally start her Pokémon journey. Her friend Shin, has come up with an idea that has left Melody salivating in excitement. A summer of exploration. Exploring every corner of the world, whilst catching every under the sun. While usually, Melody would spend the summer working alongside her parents and — Melody was beyond intrigued by the prospect of a summer expedition with a potentially high chance of making some new friends. So, she agreed. Even though she is still unsure of what path she wants to take as a Pokémon trainer; she's has come to realize that she won't ever make a conclusive decision just sitting idly by at home. Adventure is calling and she's finally ready to answer the call!

𝙺𝚎𝚢 𝙸𝚝𝚎𝚖
Poké Radar. Used to find rare Pokémon, Shiny Pokémon, and Pokémon with Hidden Abilities.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

• Melody comes from a rich family. The bulk of the family's riches comes from her father's courier service; Searing Shot Deliveries. The most well-known and used courier service in all of the Sinnoh region. The company's headquarters is situated in Jubilife City.
• Her Home
• Melody is not used to traveling far distances on foot. She was practically raised on the back of an Arcanine and because of this, she isn't accustomed to having to get to faraway places with the use of only her two legs. Once her feet start to get annoying sore, her mood begins to noticeably sour.
• Melody has attended the Pokémon Summer Academy led by Professor Rowan and his assistants every summer since she was seven. She was supposed to be attending it this year but decided against it in favor of joining Shin on this adventure with the Pokédex.

Pokémon Team

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Soleil

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜
Sol or Lei Lei

𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜
Growlithe

𝚂𝚎𝚡
Female

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍
Floaroma Town

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚝
• BiteX• Flame WheelX• AgilityX• Fire Fang

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX— Faraaz Kazi

Janessa Brandi

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Janessa Andrea Brandi
_{JUH-nes-sa | AN-dree-uh | BRAN-dee}

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)
○ Andi X ○ Dre X ○ Drea X ○ Jessa X ○ Ness X ○ Nessa

𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜
@nestle_with_nessa | X@mind_of_ness

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢
Unsure
_{Well, I can't exactly ask my father what his background is given his . . . absentee status. And, my ma and nonna weren't exactly loose-lipped when it came to details. In other words, he's a total mystery. With my ma, it's a different story, same outcome. She was adopted, which made her parents as much of a mystery to her as my dad is to me. She and my nonna always suspected she was at the very least Mexican. So when asked I say that am Mexican.}

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝙰𝚐𝚎
June 17th | Eighteen
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𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎
👄 Talking/Singing

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
5 feet 5 inches

𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
122 lbs.

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛
○ Black with a Small Portion of Brown in the Front Section of Her Hair
_{The brown pieces of hair that stick out towards the front of my hair is the result of a testing strip I did when I was considering going lighter.}
○ Mid-Back Length
○ Wavy Texture

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜
○ Dark Brown
○ Deep Set Almond Shaped
○ Puffy Under-Eye

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎
Ectomorph

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎
Rectangle

𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
○ Hole in Each Lobe
○ Nostril
○ Septum

𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜
○ 1 X ○ 2 X ○ 3 X ○ 4

𝙵𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎
Stylistically, the lion's share of Janessa's closet consists of streetwear, athleisure, and grunge apparel. She likes to incorporate both women's and menswear into her ever-involving aesthetic.
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𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Demiromantic Bisexual

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜
Single | Down for Fun, Not Looking for Anything Serious or Exclusive

𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
○ TBD
○ TBD
○ TBD

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜
○ Tabitha Cooper
_{Our relationship was simple and started fast. Just mutual attraction and uncomplicated fun. Unfortunately for me, Tabby decided to go to college out of state which put an end to our befenfits package.}

○ TBD
○ TBD

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
_{No history to speak of. I've never dated anyone—male or female.}
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𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚒𝚎𝚜
Celeste Brandi
_{Mother | Deceased (Drunk Driver) | 36}

A Synopsis of the Life of Celeste Brandi

Abandoned at birth; a premature-newborn Celeste was left outside of a random firehouse in the Bronx in the dead of winter during a snow storm. The start of her life was a touch-and-go situation as the first year of it was spent in the NICU at the Children's Hospital at Montefiore. In the end, Celeste did pull through, and CPS took custody of her; thus, her life of bouncing from place to place began. As a child, she was sickly — having BPD (bronchopulmonary dysplasia), asthma, and also being completely deaf in her right ear and partially deaf in the other. All of her ailments made her a hassle it seemed for the caretakers she was placed with as she required extra care in comparison to a lot of the other children. This made her feel like a burden to those she was placed with. On top of that, she was often bullied by her peers for being different. Her childhood was bleak, to say the least in the beginning.

It took thirteen years, but, eventually, Celeste found herself being placed into the care of Miranda Brandi. Her newly appointed social worker. What started off as her being fostered by Miranda ended with her being legally adopted two years later at the age of fifteen. Miranda was incredibly attentive to Celeste and her needs and made her unconditionally loved. For the most part, her mother did have her moments where she could get snappy and irritable but compared to where she came from Miranda was a breath of fresh air. Thanks to her new mother, Celeste got to learn ASL and was enrolled in a school specifically for hearing impaired children like her. She received tutors that helped her thrive academically and Miranda would pay for her to participate in anything that interested her. She wanted for nothing.

Three years later, upon her graduation from high school got accepted into Columbia University's School of Nursing. She had grown up knowing that her mother was a type 1 diabetic and had helped Miranda stay on top of her health in her early teen years and wanted a career that would allow her to help others. Her grades had been so good that she had gotten a scholarship, along with several grants, and she was also able to receive some financial aid. However, even after all of that her tuition still wasn't covered in full and she refused to start pulling out loans as she didn't want to find herself in debt. So, she decided to get a job. Even though her mother was offering to help her pay her way through school. She wanted to do it on her own, not wanting to feel like she was being a leech or a burden to the woman that had already done so much for her. To her luck, she had been able to get a well-paying job as a live-in nanny for a wealthy couple situated in Carnegie Hill in Manhattan. The job was perfect — and she took it without hesitation.

It was while living with this family as their nanny that Celeste would end up conceiving Janessa. She ended up being romantically involved in a three-year love affair with the father of the family employing her. It had started two years into her employment and wouldn't come to an end until Celeste ended up getting pregnant with Janessa. In the five years that Celeste lived in Manhattan whilst attending school at Columbia, Celeste and Miranda ended up having a falling out when Celeste spilled the beans about her being her married boss's mistress. However, when she got pregnant, Celeste was afraid that her soon-to-be baby daddy would force her into an abortion and ended up returning home to her mother.

Following the birth of Janessa, Celeste let her mother did with her ex-lover as she didn't know how to face him after she had left him in the dark about her entire pregnancy. She'd hoped that her mother could convince him to be a part of their lives, or at least the very least Janessa's. He was a family man after all. But, it turned out he had no interest in being a part of their daughter's life. Preferring instead to cut them a check and sign over his parental rights. After things were sorted, Celeste wanted to get out of New York and her mother was supportive enough to move with her. They ended up choosing to settle in Signal Hill, California buying a nice single-family home in the area. She finished her education at Stanbridge University and would end up being a Head Nurse at the MemorialCare in Long Beach before her death.

Miranda Brandi
_{Grandmother | Deceased (Insulin Overdose) | 51}

A Synopsis of the Life of Miranda Brandi

Miranda had never planned on being a mother; she'd always been more career-driven than family-driven in life. And, given the career path she'd chosen for herself as a child social worker, she had so many kids coming in and out of her life that she never felt the desire to have any of her own. This all changed for Miranda when Celeste found her way into her life. What was meant to be a temporary foster situation, became a legal adoption two years into the young teen living with her. While on the surface, this seemed like — and on many levels was a good thing; Miranda had both mental and physical health issues. In her earlier teens, Miranda had been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. At the age of nineteen, she'd been borderline personality disorder; which was the source of the complications that followed. Celeste became to Miranda what is known in the BPD community as a "favorite person". Celeste became the person Miranda filtered her world around, her source of comfort — her everything. She quickly became emotionally dependent on Celeste and devoted the majority of her time and day to fulfilling her every need or desire. Given that she had stepped up to be the girl's mother, initially wasn't an issue as Celeste had been greatly neglected during her time in the welfare system and needed a great deal of aid and services.

Miranda pulled strings to get Celeste into the Lexington School for the Deaf so she could be around children like her. Spent hours learning ASL alongside her daughter to make sure that in the event that Celeste ever lost her hearing completely they'd still be able to communicate as fluently as they did with their spoken words. Whenever Celeste wanted anything Miranda would move heaven and earth to see that Celeste got what she wanted and everything was perfect. Until Celeste graduated high school and started making plans for her future; a future that didn't revolve around her mother. Miranda had this point had a well-established co-dependent relationship with her daughter. She struggled when Celeste left their home and Queens to attend college and live in Manhattan.

Her struggle to cope with the distance only intensified when the two would get into a huge fight years later due to Celeste becoming the mistress of her boss. Years spent fearing that their physical distance would cause her daughter to abandon her and their relationship; Celeste cut her mother off. Stopped returning phone calls. Wouldn't text. Never visited. This went on for years. Miranda couldn't cope with the separation and her health and work suffered because of it. Without Celeste there to give her a reason to care for herself she stopped. And as a result, she developed a foot ulcer on her right foot and advanced diabetic retinopathy in her left eye. Fortunately for her, things didn't work out in the big city for Celeste and she ended up coming back home. And she didn't return alone as she came back into her mother's life with a rising bun in her oven. The two reconciled, to Miranda's glee, and with her daughter and a future grandbaby on the way; she made her health a priority to make she would be able to care for her growing family to the best of her ability.

Once Janessa was born, Miranda didn't waste any time getting in contact with Celeste's former employer and baby's father. She knew that her daughter wanted to reconnect with the man and potentially get him to be a part of her and their child's life, but Miranda couldn't let that happen. She had just gotten Celeste's back. She wouldn't be losing her again. Especially not to an adultery who didn't respect her beloved daughter enough to not make her a mistress and now mother of a bastard child. She threatened litigation against him want she got an audience with him. She was going to make Celeste sue him for abuse of power, sexual coercion, and child support. She promised to make it a smear campaign that he'd never recover from. Unless he compensated their family. Not just Celeste. Or Janessa. But, the entire family. The man was wealthy; holding a position as a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. What Miranda was asking for wouldn't ruin him, but what she was threatening to do if he didn't would. His career. Marriage. Family. The life he had wasn't perfect, but it was something. Something he wasn't going to risk losing, for the promise of nothing. And given the picture, Miranda painted with her words Celeste wanted little more from him than a hefty check. He wanted to be a part of Janessa's life, but if he couldn't be physically involved he wanted to make sure she would be financially set without question.

Ultimately, Miranda got the financial compensation that she had gone into the verbal confrontation looking for. Along with getting him to agree to signing over his parental rights and never contacting Celeste again. When she went back to Celeste and told her how the exchange had gone she painted her daughter's ex-lover in a negative light. Made it seem as if he wanted no parts of either Celeste or his newborn daughter. Making it clear that he would be signing over his rights and cutting them a check for millions in exchange for them never contacting them again. Going as far as having a fake NDA drawn up made it seem as if the family could never mention who he was to anyone — including Janessa in the future. This hurt Celeste greatly, but Miranda convinced her that the option she presented her with was the best offer she'd be given. Plus, in the event that she refused his terms, she made it seem like he'd probably try to sue them for custody and take Janessa away from them. So, Celeste conceded and once his rights were terminated outside of the public eye and money paid; the Brandi family relocated to California for a fresh start. Miranda retired from her job prior to their move and once they were in California she stepped up to be Janessa's primary caretaker to give Celeste space to finish up her education and pursue her career as a nurse.

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚜
Cartel
_{Pit Bull | Alive | Unclear, but vet estimates between 2 to 4 years old}

Baby Boy

I've had Cartel for a couple of years now. He was a stray, that was always popping up around my place in San Marino. Initially, I didn't want a pet. I've always liked dogs but taking care of myself was a lot within itself. I didn't really want the added responsibility of taking care of a pet. But, the little fucker seduced me into loving him. And now am the living embodiment of that Brooklyn Nine-Nine meme with Rosa and the dog.

X



𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
{ Aimless }X{ Capricious }X{ Deflective }X{ Emotionally Immature }X{ Enigmatic }X{ Escapist }X{ Forthright }
{ Freewheeling }X{ Good-Natured }X{ Omnivert }X{ Satirical }X{ Self-Reliant }X{ Selfish }X{ Tempermental }

"I keep so much pain inside myself. I grasp my anger and loneliness and hold it in my chest. It has changed me into something I never meant to be."

Editing

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎
Expression: Quality Time → Gift Giving → Physical Touch → Acts of Service → Words of Affirmation

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜
○ Huntington Beach/Vans “Off the Wall” Skatepark @ Huntington Beach
○ Knott’s Berry Farm & Disneyland
○ Combat Paintball Park
○ Hangar 18
○ Herbaculture Yoga & Dance
○ Beverly Center
○ Rockefeller Center
○ Wisdome LA

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
○ Herbal Teas _{Makes her Own with Herbs she Buys Online}X X ○ FashionX ○ Seafood _{Sushi, Salmon, & Crab Legs} X ○ Alone Time
○ Anime _{Demon Slayer, Death Note, Attack On Titan, & Hunter X Hunter}X ○ DrummingX ○ BeachesX ○ Wrestling _{It's scripted, Not Fake}
○ Crime-Based Shows _{Law & Order SUV, Chicago PD, Criminal Minds, The Wire, & Everything on the ID Network}X ○ Social Media _{Only Insta and TikTok}
○ Visual Arts _{Drawing/Sketching, Painting, & Pottery}X ○ Riding her BoardsX ○ Music _{Alternative, Indie, 90s Hip-Hop & R&B, Tejano, Reggage, Dancehall}
○ Spicy Foods _{Cajun, Jerk, Mexican, & Thai Cuisines}X ○ 90s Video Games _{Plays on her Nintendo 64 & SEGA Genesis 2}X ○ Spending Time @ her Favorite Places
○ Social GatheringsX ○ Binge-Watching ShowsX ○ Nacho Cheese Sunflower SeedsX ○ Berries & Stone FruitsX ○ Animals _{Dogs, Reptiles, & Horses}
○ The Smell of Scented Candles, Incenses, & Diffusing OilsX ○ Traveling Spectacles _{Circus, Carnivals, Fairs, Ect.}X○ Insomnia Cookies
○ Horror & Thriller MoviesX ○ Sleeping InX ○ Fake Plants _{Likes the Look of Plants but Can't Keep Them Alive}

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
○ Vibe Killers _{*Plays Kendrick Lamar's Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe} X○ Karens X○ CoffeeX○ Getting/Being Sick
○ Overly Competitive People/Sore Losers _{It's Never That Deep, Eat a Fuckin' Snickers}X ○ Not Knowing her Father
○ Unskippable AdsX ○ Cats _{Evil Little Fuckers}X ○ Paying Extra for AvocadoX ○ Arkward Silence
○ People Getting Behind the Wheel Inebriated _{For Obvious Reasons}X ○ Discrimination/Being Profiled
○ HangoversX○ AdultingX X○ Favorite Shows Getting Canceled _{I'm Looking at You Freeform/CW}
○ Bland Food _{Salt & Pepper Don't Count as Seasonings}X○ Alpha-Male Podcasts X ○ Orange Juice with Pulp
○ Children, especially Babies _{Is Fine With Kids Who Can Verbally Communicate Their Needs to Her}
○ Waiting On LinesX ○ Creative BlocksX ○ Strawberry Ice CreamX ○ Going Out Every Single Weekend
○ Serious RelationshipsX ○ Being Called Out, Even When She Knows She's WrongX ○ Traffic
○ When her Hair Doesn't Feel Like CooperatingX ○ Feeling Vulnerable or Like She's Spiraling
○ Abuse of Any KindX ○ Citrus Fruits _{Fine with Lemons & Limes}X ○ Crying in Front of OthersX ○ Dark Chocolate
○ Sleeping InX ○ Chocolate Covered FruitsX ○ DeathX ○ Cartel Going to the Bathroom in Her House
○ Catching Feelings For People/When People Catch Feelings For Her _{Feelings Complicate Shit}
○ Long Island Iced Tea _{It's scripted, Not Fake}X○ Being a ProcrastinatorX○ Spoilers

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜
○ Adulting - _{Adulting is a double-edged sword; the circumstances that led me to needing to get emancipated in the first place sucks, along with having to raise myself. But, not having to answer to anyone is great and I can never be grounded which isn't a luxury that most teens have.}

○ Her Education - _{I needed to stay in school before because I was emancipated and dropping out without getting a GED in place of a diploma would have gotten it revoked. Now that am eighteen, my emancipation is up and I no longer have to stay in school to avoid child welfare, but at this point, it's my last year. Why not cross the finish line when am around staring a the finish line?}

○ Taking Care of Cartel - _{Cartel is my little furbaby. And like an actual baby, I have to take care of his everything. Feeding, walking, pickin' up his literal shit to avoid getting hit with a fine, and just the constant picking up after the messes he makes on the daily. Financially, you've got the groomers, vet bills, pet insurance to bring down the expensive ass vet bills, constant restocking up supplies, and his dog daycare that he goes to during the school year because his ass can't be trusted to stay home alone unsupervised. At least, not unless I put him in his crate, and keeping him locked up for hours like that makes me feel like shit.}




𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎
12th

𝙶𝙿𝙰 & 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
2.1 GPA | C-'s in Core Classes, B+ in Gym, A's in Electives

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜
Her Electives

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜
Drawing and Culinary Arts

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜
She'll occasionally hang around after school to spend time with friends who partake in extracurriculars, but she isn't officially involved in anything.

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
<sub>I'm not big on five-year plans or anything remotely close to the sort, but in the event that I do manage to graduate out of Delbrook I do have a few rough ideas of things I might attempt to do. One involves starting my own tattoo and piercing shop. Obviously, just by looking at me, it's clear that I have a thing for both—and according to my art teacher I have something of an artistic talent. There's a school in Louisiana called World’s Only Tattoo School, they have a bunch of different workshops to teach people how to do permanent make-up, tattoo, and pierce people. It would take a matter of months to go through all the different shops that they offer and then I'd come back to Cali and start up my own thing.

Another idea I have in mind is going to the Long Beach Bartending School. Bartending seems like something that could be fun. Maybe move down to Vegas or New York. I don't know. Lastly, I've also been considering becoming a masseuse. That also sounds like it could be a bit fun . . . at the very least, I'll be getting paid to rub oil on some, hopefully, attractive people. The National Holistic Institute has a campus in Studio City that's about twenty minutes from my place in San Marino. I haven't decided on anything, but . . . I've thought up some options.</sub>




𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
Signal Hill, CA

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢
San Marino, California

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜
○ Main Home - 1470 Virginia Road, San Marino, CA 91108
○ Childhood Home - 2430 Avis Court, Signal Hill, CA 90755

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Cars
○ _{2020 Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 SUV { Exterior | Interior }}
○ _{2018 Mercedes-Benz G 500 { Exterior | Interior }}

Skateboards
○ _{Gay Panda { Deck | Wheels }}
○ _{Trippy { Deck | Wheels }}
○ _{Anatomy{ Deck | Wheels }}

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜
○ _{Stingray { Longboard }}
○ _{Sunfish { Longboard }}
○ _{Flame { Funboard }}
○ _{Bumblebee { Funboard }}
○ _{Sunburn { Fish Board }}
○ _{Sage { ShortBoard }}

𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
○ Former Front of House Team Member at Chick-fil-A
○ Full-Time High School Student

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
Early Childhood { Birth - 10 yrs. }
○ Absent Father ; _{A touchy subject in the Brandi household; my mom was always real tight-lipped about who her mystery sperm donor was. And, apparently, my nonna was as much in the dark about it all as I was. The only thing I ever got out of my mom about my dad was that they crossed paths when she was attending uni in New York. According to her, they weren't in a relationship when she told him she was pregnant, and for likely that reason and many more he just opted out of fatherhood. I guess I should just be thankful he didn't end up pressuring her into aborting me. I don't think I'll ever end up meeting the guy. It's been eighteen years. If he was ever going to have a change of heart on the whole idea of fatherhood it would have probably happened by now.}

○ Career Mom/Caretaker Grandmother; _{As a kid, I remember spending the majority of my time with my nonna. My mom worked. My nonna was retired, which meant she had all the time in the world to look after me while my mom was striving to be the best career woman she could be. Being a nurse and all, my mom's hours used to be all over the place and I never knew when she would be coming or going; but, nonna was always there. And, my ma was there when she could be.}

○ Newcomb Academy; _{Outside of Delbrook, Oxford is the only other school I've been to. At Newcomb, they teach from kindergarten to the eighth grade, so I got to go to one school for both elementary and middle school. Academically, I peaked in the fifth grade. From the fifth grade back, I was always at the top of my class. Honor roll. All those pointless certificates and stupid ass medals; I got those as a kid. And as busy as my mom was with work, every report card or "big" project she and my nonna would take me to Disney as a reward for getting good grades. For the smaller shit, like passing a test or getting a good progress report; my nonna would take me to Knott's Berry from sunup to sundown. My mom typically wasn't around for the farm days, but everyone once in a while she'd be able to come with us. Good times.}

○ Foster Kids; <sub>I had to be either six or seven years old when my nonna told me that she wasn't my mom's bio-mom. She hadn't done it to be malicious or anything, she was trying to get me to understand the whole foster care system because when she had told me that there would be random kids coming to live with us the first time around I had been really confused. In her mind, I think I was supposed to bring out my empathic side or help me see the whole situation as a good thing because fostering my mom is how she ended up becoming my mom's mom. But, it didn't really go how I think she saw it playing out in her head as I very vividly remember her words causing me to have a full-blown panic attack. She ended up having to take me to the hospital where my mom worked and . . . it was just a whole big thing.

Like, baby Nessa was out here connecting dots. As far as I was concerned, I was about to be replaced by some random kid. My dad had already decided he didn't want me. My mom's "real" mom had thought the same thing about her which meant that she could totally come to feel the same way about me. My nonna, apparently, had a sea of better options to swap me out for if she ever got tired of me. Yeah, I wasn't happy. Initially, although a few weeks after my melodramatic ass meltdown, once we actually started fostering kids; I grew to love it. The kids we took in were always around my age which meant I basically got to have a play sibling here and there. And the more they came and went, the less I worried about getting the boot. I mean, I clearly had OG status. Which meant if they hadn't gotten rid of me yet, they weren't about to.</sub>

○ The Big Apple; _{Every year, after I started at Newcomb, my family would go to New York for Christmas Break. We'd go to the Rockefeller Center to see the giant Christmas tree, ice skate at the rink, and shop. The hotel was always an adventure within itself, getting to order room service and run amok throughout the hotel, and I would even get to meet a bunch of my mom's college friends back then. Of course, any guy she introduced me to back then would instantly become an instant suspect on my long-lost father list. She'd always say no, but it didn't stop my imagination.}

Preadolescence Years { 11 - 13 yrs. }
○ Death of Mother ; _{First year of middle school at Newcomb and my mom dies. I was eleven and some day-drinking asshole was at fault. He hit her while she was on her way home from work after working the night shift. Of course, he survived. Somehow, it always ends up being the idiot at fault that ends up walking away from situations like this. My memories from around this time are pretty muddled. Along with my recollection of the following few years. I don't know. Times just seemingly folded in on itself. All of the days, weeks and months just bled together. After the funeral, my nonna rarely left her bed. I had to learn how to cook for us because she stopped. The only time she'd ever really leave the house is when I made up an excuse and begged her to. We didn't celebrate things like birthdays or holidays. No more Christmases in New York. She stopped fostering kids, so I lost out on my play siblings. Things were never the same after my mom died.}

○ Grandmother's Health Declines; _{I'm pretty sure I was twelve when I first started to realize my nonna was sick. She'd always had issues; bad vision and some difficulty walking due to a foot surgery she'd had before I was even born. But, she ended up collapsing one day while we were out shopping for . . . something I can't even recall, but that incident is when I ended up getting the full rundown of how bad her health truly was. It turned out what ended up putting her in the hospital was an unstable angina. I tried to start cooking better meals for us. Sneak her medication into her food and drinks when I could. But, in the end, her health only got worse and she ended up getting diagnosed with kidney failure a year later and being placed on dialysis.}

○ Oxford Preparatory Academy; _{Between grades six to eight my grades plummeted. My teachers were overly lenient with me because of my mom's death and nonna's failing health. Any and all friends I had made in my earlier years at Oxford slowly pulled away from me those last three years. Not that I can blame them. I wasn't exactly chipper back then. If it wasn't for the pity of my teachers and my previously pristine record as an honor student, I probably wouldn't have been allowed to graduate from Newcomb Academy.}

○ Started Self-Medicating; _{The first drug I ever took was Vicodin. My nonna had been prescribed a bunch of different meds that she wasn't making use of. Outside of when I was forcing it on her by sneaking it into her meals and drinks. I was bored. It was the Christmas. I decided to Google what all of her different medications were for as up until that point I was pretty ignorant of what exactly I had been giving her. I just knew that her doctors had said that she had needed it so when I could get her to take it I would. Anyways, according to my quick Google search, Vicodin was a pain reliever and I was craving some kind of relief . . . or maybe more so a release. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. The point is . . . I started dabbling with things when I was thirteen. I think I also started taking my nonna's card and buying liquor online around this time. I was pretty lucky that the deliveries never required a signature and that my nonna rarely left her room. I didn't have to sneak or stash it. It was all just . . . really easy.}

○ Emancipation Research; <sub>The fact that my nonna needed dialysis meant that she was in the end stage of kidney failure when I was thirteen. Somewhere between the drinking, getting high, and feeling like I had to fight with her to get her to do the bare minimum regarding her own health care; I accepted the fact that my nonna would be kicking the bucket sooner as opposed to later. My ma's death had broken something in her that I couldn't repair. As much time, effort, and energy as I felt I was exerting in dragging her to the metaphorical river—she just wouldn't drink. You know? And, once I realized that she was going to fight to stay, I had to start preparing for the day that she would leave. This is what got me looking into getting emancipated. I knew that if she were to die on me before I turned eighteen, I'd be seized by the government and I didn't want that for myself. So, I had to find alternatives and with no other family to speak of—emancipation was my only option.

Unfortunately for me, you have to be at least fourteen years old before you can go before a judge and petition for emancipation. However, that didn't stop me from starting to get my ducks in a row. One of the things that I quickly found out was that I was going to need was my nonna's permission. Which, right off the bat I knew was going to be a problem, because if she ended up telling a judge she had a problem with me moving out—my plans would be dead in the water before they even got up off the ground. I waited until the day I graduated from Newcomb to broach the subject with her and . . . well, of course, she flipped her shit. Which led to me flipping my shit. And, me flipping my shit, turned into me word vomiting out everything; the drinking, getting high off the Vicodin I'd been stealing from her—not that she'd even noticed although I had been doing it for months at that point. Ultimately, I just ended up making it very clear to her that I was fine with her kickin' the bucket if that was really what she was set on doing but I wasn't about to end up in a group home or some shit like that because she was too fuckin' selfish to stick around for me. Either I was going to be getting emancipated or following her to the other side. Those were her options. It was negotiable. She got the fuck on board after that.

She tried to tell me that I would have to go to rehab in order for me to "get her blessing", but I wasn't an addict then or now so I obviously said no to that. We reached a compromise in the end; I'd go to therapy and she'd get a home health aide. She claimed she was agreeing to the aide because she was going to start taking her health seriously, but I knew it was really because she no longer trusted me to be in charge of her meds. It didn't matter to me either way. After taking care of her for three years and failing at it, I didn't care why she finally agreed to get a professional in the house; I was just glad that she did.</sub>

Teenage Years { 14 to Present }
○ Emancipation; _{The process was longer than I had anticipated, but after over a year of fighting for it; a judge did emancipate me. During that time, I had to pull up my grades. As failing wasn't going to convince the judge that I could be responsible for myself and I definitely couldn't pass the GED test. I got a job; as I had to show that I both had a legal source of income and could handle managing my own money. It took me a really long time to find somewhere that would employ me as everywhere I was going people wanted you to be at least sixteen to even apply. Fortunately for me, one of my old play siblings had a family member who was a manager at the Chick-fil-A by my nonna's house and hooked me up with a job. I had to "move out" of my nonna's house and ended up "renting" out the basement in my nonna's health aide's home. In truth, I didn't really move out, but we had to make it look like I had. So, we went through this whole process of drawing up a lease online, getting it notarized, and buying a receipt book off of Amazon to show that I was being a responsible tenant and handling my business. And, my nonna helped me convince the judge that emancipation was in my best interest; after forcing me to actually go through with the whole therapy thing. It turned out to be a huge waste of time in the end, but a few wasted hours were worth not becoming a ward of the state.}

○ Grandma Dies; <sub>I became legally emancipated in the fall of my sophomore year at Delbrook. During that year's Christmas Break, my nonna convinced me that I should go to New York for Christmas and New Year's. I hadn't been since my mother died and she said that me getting emancipated was the start of a new chapter in my life and I should celebrate it. She claimed because she couldn't miss a dialysis session she couldn't come with me, but she didn't want that to stop me from living my life and enjoying myself. I wish I could say that she really had to twist my arm to get me to go, but, she hadn't. Snowy Christmases in New York were one of the things I had really missed since my mother's death and the nostalgia of it all was too enticing to pass up.

The last time I spoke to her before she died was on Christmas morning. She'd called to wish me a Merry Christmas, told me how proud she was of me, and apologized for failing me as a grandmother. We talked for hours that day and cried through the majority of that conversation. When I got back to California after New Year's, her aide was there at the airport to get me, and . . . she was the one that told me that my nonna had passed. Apparently, my nonna had lied to her aide and told her she was coming with me to New York and had set up for her to get her dialysis at another hospital in the city. So, thinking that she was with me, the aide never went by the house. I had gone to the airport straight from school after our last day of class before the break and didn't come back until the day after New Year's. She had gone almost a full two weeks without going to any of her dialysis sessions. Not going for her dialysis killed her. And, knowing that she had orchestrated it all . . . I don't want to talk about it anymore.</sub>

○ Moves Out of Lake Forest; _{I needed a fresh start after sophomore year. I spent the spring semester of that year on a bender that lasted the entire semester. I was lucky I didn't end up overdosing or getting alcohol poisoning with all the new shit I was experimenting with. Once I started to mellow out and after thanking my ma and nonna up above for me somehow not managing to derail my emancipation by failing all my classes; I moved to San Marino. I still go back there every now and again when I plan on having surf weekends at Huntington Beach.}




𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎
○ Janessa is multilingual speaking English, Spanish, Italian, and ASL. English was her first language. ASL was her second, she learned it because her mom was partially deaf, and could have possibly gone completely deaf at any time. Her nonna taught her Italian and Janessa took the initiative to learn Spanish herself.

○ She says "like" a lot when trying to articulate thoughts that aren't fully formulated in her mind.

○ Her dependence on drugs and alcohol is steadily worsening.

○ A secret that Janessa keeps close to the vest is that she was diagnosed with cyclothymic disorder when she was sixteen. After which she quit therapy altogether. She doesn't acknowledge her diagnosis. No one outside of her former psychiatrist even knows that she was ever diagnosed.

○ Janessa's inheritance is managed by a wealth management firm. Between her self-medicating and untreated mood disorder, Janessa knew she couldn't trust herself to be on top of her finances so she delegated the responsibility. The best adulting decision she ever made!

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐
Slander ft. Dylan Matthew - Love Is Gone

𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖
Lizeth Selene

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚟 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠
Avatar the Last Air Bender and The Originals are my all-time favorite shows. Presently, as far as airing shows go; Moonknight, Mayans, and All American are my current faves.

𝙷𝚎𝚡
Dialouge - #B43757 Thoughts - #FF6863

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

@Fandom Princess @Salsa Verde Your characters look great, you guys. Before I can accept your characters though, I'd like to ask that you make a check through the rules one last time, please.

@Myling @LostDestiny @metanoia You guys are all good to go :) Go ahead and move your characters on over to the CHAR tab <3

@GirlOnMarz I don't remember if I mentioned it to you in the discord or not, but your boy is good to go hun ^^

@Wolf Mother

Its been a busy few days for me, but I will edit my sheet to add my favorite tv show tomorrow 😁

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

While technically am not getting this in by Friday as I planned, it's 6:30 in the morning and I haven't gone to sleep yet so am just gonna pretend I got this in when I said I would 😊

“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX— Faraaz Kazi

Janessa Brandi

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎
Janessa Andrea Brandi
_{JUH-nes-sa | AN-dree-uh | BRAN-dee}

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)
○ Andi X ○ Dre X ○ Drea X ○ Jessa X ○ Ness X ○ Nessa

𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜
@nestle_with_nessa | X@mind_of_ness

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢
Unsure
_{Well, I can't exactly ask my father what his background is given his . . . absentee status. And, my ma and nonna weren't exactly loose-lipped when it came to details. In other words, he's a total mystery. With my ma, it's a different story, same outcome. She was adopted, which made her parents as much of a mystery to her as my dad is to me. She and my nonna always suspected she was at the very least Mexican. So when asked I say that am Mexican.}

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝙰𝚐𝚎
June 17th | Eighteen
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𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎
👄 Talking/Singing

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
5 feet 5 inches

𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
122 lbs.

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛
○ Black with a Small Portion of Brown in the Front Section of Her Hair
_{The brown pieces of hair that stick out towards the front of my hair is the result of a testing strip I did when I was considering going lighter.}
○ Mid-Back Length
○ Wavy Texture

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜
○ Dark Brown
○ Deep Set Almond Shaped
○ Puffy Under-Eye

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎
Ectomorph

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎
Rectangle

𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
○ Hole in Each Lobe
○ Nostril
○ Septum

𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜
○ 1 X ○ 2 X ○ 3 X ○ 4

𝙵𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎
Stylistically, the lion's share of Janessa's closet consists of streetwear, athleisure, and grunge apparel. She likes to incorporate both women's and menswear into her ever-involving aesthetic.
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𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Demiromantic Bisexual

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜
Single | Down for Fun, Not Looking for Anything Serious or Exclusive

𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
○ TBD
○ TBD
○ TBD

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜
○ Tabitha Cooper
_{Our relationship was simple and started fast. Just mutual attraction and uncomplicated fun. Unfortunately for me, Tabby decided to go to college out of state which put an end to our befenfits package.}

○ TBD
○ TBD

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
_{No history to speak of. I've never dated anyone—male or female.}
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𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚒𝚎𝚜
Celeste Brandi
_{Mother | Deceased (Drunk Driver) | 36}

A Synopsis of the Life of Celeste Brandi

Abandoned at birth; a premature-newborn Celeste was left outside of a random firehouse in the Bronx in the dead of winter during a snow storm. The start of her life was a touch-and-go situation as the first year of it was spent in the NICU at the Children's Hospital at Montefiore. In the end, Celeste did pull through, and CPS took custody of her; thus, her life of bouncing from place to place began. As a child, she was sickly — having BPD (bronchopulmonary dysplasia), asthma, and also being completely deaf in her right ear and partially deaf in the other. All of her ailments made her a hassle it seemed for the caretakers she was placed with as she required extra care in comparison to a lot of the other children. This made her feel like a burden to those she was placed with. On top of that, she was often bullied by her peers for being different. Her childhood was bleak, to say the least in the beginning.

It took thirteen years, but, eventually, Celeste found herself being placed into the care of Miranda Brandi. Her newly appointed social worker. What started off as her being fostered by Miranda ended with her being legally adopted two years later at the age of fifteen. Miranda was incredibly attentive to Celeste and her needs and made her unconditionally loved. For the most part, her mother did have her moments where she could get snappy and irritable but compared to where she came from Miranda was a breath of fresh air. Thanks to her new mother, Celeste got to learn ASL and was enrolled in a school specifically for hearing impaired children like her. She received tutors that helped her thrive academically and Miranda would pay for her to participate in anything that interested her. She wanted for nothing.

Three years later, upon her graduation from high school got accepted into Columbia University's School of Nursing. She had grown up knowing that her mother was a type 1 diabetic and had helped Miranda stay on top of her health in her early teen years and wanted a career that would allow her to help others. Her grades had been so good that she had gotten a scholarship, along with several grants, and she was also able to receive some financial aid. However, even after all of that her tuition still wasn't covered in full and she refused to start pulling out loans as she didn't want to find herself in debt. So, she decided to get a job. Even though her mother was offering to help her pay her way through school. She wanted to do it on her own, not wanting to feel like she was being a leech or a burden to the woman that had already done so much for her. To her luck, she had been able to get a well-paying job as a live-in nanny for a wealthy couple situated in Carnegie Hill in Manhattan. The job was perfect — and she took it without hesitation.

It was while living with this family as their nanny that Celeste would end up conceiving Janessa. She ended up being romantically involved in a three-year love affair with the father of the family employing her. It had started two years into her employment and wouldn't come to an end until Celeste ended up getting pregnant with Janessa. In the five years that Celeste lived in Manhattan whilst attending school at Columbia, Celeste and Miranda ended up having a falling out when Celeste spilled the beans about her being her married boss's mistress. However, when she got pregnant, Celeste was afraid that her soon-to-be baby daddy would force her into an abortion and ended up returning home to her mother.

Following the birth of Janessa, Celeste let her mother did with her ex-lover as she didn't know how to face him after she had left him in the dark about her entire pregnancy. She'd hoped that her mother could convince him to be a part of their lives, or at least the very least Janessa's. He was a family man after all. But, it turned out he had no interest in being a part of their daughter's life. Preferring instead to cut them a check and sign over his parental rights. After things were sorted, Celeste wanted to get out of New York and her mother was supportive enough to move with her. They ended up choosing to settle in Lake Forest, California buying a nice single-family home in the area. She finished her education at Stanbridge University and would end up being a Head Nurse at the MemorialCare in Long Beach before her death.

Miranda Brandi
_{Grandmother | Deceased (Insulin Overdose) | 51}

A Synopsis of the Life of Miranda Brandi

Miranda had never planned on being a mother; she'd always been more career-driven than family-driven in life. And, given the career path she'd chosen for herself as a child social worker, she had so many kids coming in and out of her life that she never felt the desire to have any of her own. This all changed for Miranda when Celeste found her way into her life. What was meant to be a temporary foster situation, became a legal adoption two years into the young teen living with her. While on the surface, this seemed like — and on many levels was a good thing; Miranda had both mental and physical health issues. In her earlier teens, Miranda had been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. At the age of nineteen, she'd been borderline personality disorder; which was the source of the complications that followed. Celeste became to Miranda what is known in the BPD community as a "favorite person". Celeste became the person Miranda filtered her world around, her source of comfort — her everything. She quickly became emotionally dependent on Celeste and devoted the majority of her time and day to fulfilling her every need or desire. Given that she had stepped up to be the girl's mother, initially wasn't an issue as Celeste had been greatly neglected during her time in the welfare system and needed a great deal of aid and services.

Miranda pulled strings to get Celeste into the Lexington School for the Deaf so she could be around children like her. Spent hours learning ASL alongside her daughter to make sure that in the event that Celeste ever lost her hearing completely they'd still be able to communicate as fluently as they did with their spoken words. Whenever Celeste wanted anything Miranda would move heaven and earth to see that Celeste got what she wanted and everything was perfect. Until Celeste graduated high school and started making plans for her future; a future that didn't revolve around her mother. Miranda had this point had a well-established co-dependent relationship with her daughter. She struggled when Celeste left their home and Queens to attend college and live in Manhattan.

Her struggle to cope with the distance only intensified when the two would get into a huge fight years later due to Celeste becoming the mistress of her boss. Years spent fearing that their physical distance would cause her daughter to abandon her and their relationship; Celeste cut her mother off. Stopped returning phone calls. Wouldn't text. Never visited. This went on for years. Miranda couldn't cope with the separation and her health and work suffered because of it. Without Celeste there to give her a reason to care for herself she stopped. And as a result, she developed a foot ulcer on her right foot and advanced diabetic retinopathy in her left eye. Fortunately for her, things didn't work out in the big city for Celeste and she ended up coming back home. And she didn't return alone as she came back into her mother's life with a rising bun in her oven. The two reconciled, to Miranda's glee, and with her daughter and a future grandbaby on the way; she made her health a priority to make she would be able to care for her growing family to the best of her ability.

Once Janessa was born, Miranda didn't waste any time getting in contact with Celeste's former employer and baby's father. She knew that her daughter wanted to reconnect with the man and potentially get him to be a part of her and their child's life, but Miranda couldn't let that happen. She had just gotten Celeste's back. She wouldn't be losing her again. Especially not to an adultery who didn't respect her beloved daughter enough to not make her a mistress and now mother of a bastard child. She threatened litigation against him want she got an audience with him. She was going to make Celeste sue him for abuse of power, sexual coercion, and child support. She promised to make it a smear campaign that he'd never recover from. Unless he compensated their family. Not just Celeste. Or Janessa. But, the entire family. The man was wealthy; holding a position as a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. What Miranda was asking for wouldn't ruin him, but what she was threatening to do if he didn't would. His career. Marriage. Family. The life he had wasn't perfect, but it was something. Something he wasn't going to risk losing, for the promise of nothing. And given the picture, Miranda painted with her words Celeste wanted little more from him than a hefty check. He wanted to be a part of Janessa's life, but if he couldn't be physically involved he wanted to make sure she would be financially set without question.

Ultimately, Miranda got the financial compensation that she had gone into the verbal confrontation looking for. Along with getting him to agree to signing over his parental rights and never contacting Celeste again. When she went back to Celeste and told her how the exchange had gone she painted her daughter's ex-lover in a negative light. Made it seem as if he wanted no parts of either Celeste or his newborn daughter. Making it clear that he would be signing over his rights and cutting them a check for millions in exchange for them never contacting them again. Going as far as having a fake NDA drawn up made it seem as if the family could never mention who he was to anyone — including Janessa in the future. This hurt Celeste greatly, but Miranda convinced her that the option she presented her with was the best offer she'd be given. Plus, in the event that she refused his terms, she made it seem like he'd probably try to sue them for custody and take Janessa away from them. So, Celeste conceded and once his rights were terminated outside of the public eye and money paid; the Brandi family relocated to California for a fresh start. Miranda retired from her job prior to their move and once they were in California she stepped up to be Janessa's primary caretaker to give Celeste space to finish up her education and pursue her career as a nurse.

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚜
Cartel
_{Pit Bull | Alive | Unclear, but vet estimates between 2 to 4 years old}

Baby Boy

I've had Cartel for a couple of years now. He was a stray, that was always popping up around my place in Woodland Hills. Initially, I didn't want a pet. I've always liked dogs but taking care of myself was a lot within itself. I didn't really want the added responsibility of taking care of a pet. But, the little fucker seduced me into loving him. And now am the living embodiment of that Brooklyn Nine-Nine meme with Rosa and the dog.

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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
{ Aimless }X{ Capricious }X{ Deflective }X{ Emotionally Immature }X{ Enigmatic }X{ Escapist }X{ Forthright }
{ Freewheeling }X{ Good-Natured }X{ Omnivert }X{ Satirical }X{ Self-Reliant }X{ Selfish }X{ Tempermental }

"I keep so much pain inside myself. I grasp my anger and loneliness and hold it in my chest. It has changed me into something I never meant to be."

Editing

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎
Expression: Quality Time → Gift Giving → Physical Touch → Acts of Service → Words of Affirmation

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜
○ Huntington Beach/Vans “Off the Wall” Skatepark @ Huntington Beach
○ Knott’s Berry Farm & Disneyland
○ Combat Paintball Park
○ Hangar 18
○ Herbaculture Yoga & Dance
○ Beverly Center
○ Rockefeller Center
○ Wisdome LA

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
○ Herbal Teas _{Makes her Own with Herbs she Buys Online}X X ○ FashionX ○ Seafood _{Sushi, Salmon, & Crab Legs} X ○ Alone Time
○ Anime _{Demon Slayer, Death Note, Attack On Titan, & Hunter X Hunter}X ○ DrummingX ○ BeachesX ○ Wrestling _{It's scripted, Not Fake}
○ Crime-Based Shows _{Law & Order SUV, Chicago PD, Criminal Minds, The Wire, & Everything on the ID Network}X ○ Social Media _{Only Insta and TikTok}
○ Visual Arts _{Drawing/Sketching, Painting, & Pottery}X ○ Riding her BoardsX ○ Music _{Alternative, Indie, 90s Hip-Hop & R&B, Tejano, Reggage, Dancehall}
○ Spicy Foods _{Cajun, Jerk, Mexican, & Thai Cuisines}X ○ 90s Video Games _{Plays on her Nintendo 64 & SEGA Genesis 2}X ○ Spending Time @ her Favorite Places
○ Social GatheringsX ○ Binge-Watching ShowsX ○ Nacho Cheese Sunflower SeedsX ○ Berries & Stone FruitsX ○ Animals _{Dogs, Reptiles, & Horses}
○ The Smell of Scented Candles, Incenses, & Diffusing OilsX ○ Traveling Spectacles _{Circus, Carnivals, Fairs, Ect.}X○ Insomnia Cookies
○ Horror & Thriller MoviesX ○ Sleeping InX ○ Fake Plants _{Likes the Look of Plants but Can't Keep Them Alive}

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
○ Vibe Killers _{*Plays Kendrick Lamar's Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe} X○ Karens X○ CoffeeX○ Getting/Being Sick
○ Overly Competitive People/Sore Losers _{It's Never That Deep, Eat a Fuckin' Snickers}X ○ Not Knowing her Father
○ Unskippable AdsX ○ Cats _{Evil Little Fuckers}X ○ Paying Extra for AvocadoX ○ Arkward Silence
○ People Getting Behind the Wheel Inebriated _{For Obvious Reasons}X ○ Discrimination/Being Profiled
○ HangoversX○ AdultingX X○ Favorite Shows Getting Canceled _{I'm Looking at You Freeform/CW}
○ Bland Food _{Salt & Pepper Don't Count as Seasonings}X○ Alpha-Male Podcasts X ○ Orange Juice with Pulp
○ Children, especially Babies _{Is Fine With Kids Who Can Verbally Communicate Their Needs to Her}
○ Waiting On LinesX ○ Creative BlocksX ○ Strawberry Ice CreamX ○ Going Out Every Single Weekend
○ Serious RelationshipsX ○ Being Called Out, Even When She Knows She's WrongX ○ Traffic
○ When her Hair Doesn't Feel Like CooperatingX ○ Feeling Vulnerable or Like She's Spiraling
○ Abuse of Any KindX ○ Citrus Fruits _{Fine with Lemons & Limes}X ○ Crying in Front of OthersX ○ Dark Chocolate
○ Sleeping InX ○ Chocolate Covered FruitsX ○ DeathX ○ Cartel Going to the Bathroom in Her House
○ Catching Feelings For People/When People Catch Feelings For Her _{Feelings Complicate Shit}
○ Long Island Iced Tea _{It's scripted, Not Fake}X○ Being a ProcrastinatorX○ Spoilers

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜
○ Adulting - _{Adulting is a double-edged sword; the circumstances that led me to needing to get emancipated in the first place sucks, along with having to raise myself. But, not having to answer to anyone is great and I can never be grounded which isn't a luxury that most teens have.}

○ Her Education - _{I needed to stay in school before because I was emancipated and dropping out without getting a GED in place of a diploma would have gotten it revoked. Now that am eighteen, my emancipation is up and I no longer have to stay in school to avoid child welfare, but at this point, it's my last year. Why not cross the finish line when am around staring a the finish line?}

○ Taking Care of Cartel - _{Cartel is my little furbaby. And like an actual baby, I have to take care of his everything. Feeding, walking, pickin' up his literal shit to avoid getting hit with a fine, and just the constant picking up after the messes he makes on the daily. Financially, you've got the groomers, vet bills, pet insurance to bring down the expensive ass vet bills, constant restocking up supplies, and his dog daycare that he goes to during the school year because his ass can't be trusted to stay home alone unsupervised. At least, not unless I put him in his crate, and keeping him locked up for hours like that makes me feel like shit.}




𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎
12th

𝙶𝙿𝙰 & 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
2.1 GPA | C-'s in Core Classes, B+ in Gym, A's in Electives

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜
Her Electives

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜
Drawing and Culinary Arts

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜
She'll occasionally hang around after school to spend time with friends who partake in extracurriculars, but she isn't officially involved in anything.

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
<sub>I'm not big on five-year plans or anything remotely close to the sort, but in the event that I do manage to graduate out of Delbrook I do have a few rough ideas of things I might attempt to do. One involves starting my own tattoo and piercing shop. Obviously, just by looking at me, it's clear that I have a thing for both—and according to my art teacher I have something of an artistic talent. There's a school in Louisiana called World’s Only Tattoo School, they have a bunch of different workshops to teach people how to do permanent make-up, tattoo, and pierce people. It would take a matter of months to go through all the different shops that they offer and then I'd come back to Cali and start up my own thing.

Another idea I have in mind is going to the Long Beach Bartending School. Bartending seems like something that could be fun. Maybe move down to Vegas or New York. I don't know. Lastly, I've also been considering becoming a masseuse. That also sounds like it could be a bit fun . . . at the very least, I'll be getting paid to rub oil on some, hopefully, attractive people. The National Holistic Institute has a campus in Studio City that's about twenty minutes from my place in Woodland Hills. I haven't decided on anything, but . . . I've thought up some options.</sub>




𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
Lake Forest, CA

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢
Woodland Hills, CA

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜
○ Main Home - 22626 Califa St, Woodland Hills, CA 91367
○ Childhood Home - 10 Lontano, Lake Forest, CA 92630

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Cars
○ _{2020 Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 SUV { Exterior | Interior }}
○ _{2018 Mercedes-Benz G 500 { Exterior | Interior }}

Skateboards
○ _{Gay Panda { Deck | Wheels }}
○ _{Trippy { Deck | Wheels }}
○ _{Anatomy{ Deck | Wheels }}

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜
○ _{Stingray { Longboard }}
○ _{Sunfish { Longboard }}
○ _{Flame { Funboard }}
○ _{Bumblebee { Funboard }}
○ _{Sunburn { Fish Board }}
○ _{Sage { ShortBoard }}

𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
○ Former Front of House Team Member at Chick-fil-A
○ Full-Time High School Student

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
Early Childhood { Birth - 10 yrs. }
○ Absent Father ; _{A touchy subject in the Brandi household; my mom was always real tight-lipped about who her mystery sperm donor was. And, apparently, my nonna was as much in the dark about it all as I was. The only thing I ever got out of my mom about my dad was that they crossed paths when she was attending uni in New York. According to her, they weren't in a relationship when she told him she was pregnant, and for likely that reason and many more he just opted out of fatherhood. I guess I should just be thankful he didn't end up pressuring her into aborting me. I don't think I'll ever end up meeting the guy. It's been eighteen years. If he was ever going to have a change of heart on the whole idea of fatherhood it would have probably happened by now.}

○ Career Mom/Caretaker Grandmother; _{As a kid, I remember spending the majority of my time with my nonna. My mom worked. My nonna was retired, which meant she had all the time in the world to look after me while my mom was striving to be the best career woman she could be. Being a nurse and all, my mom's hours used to be all over the place and I never knew when she would be coming or going; but, nonna was always there. And, my ma was there when she could be.}

○ Oxford Preparatory Academy; _{Outside of Delbrook, Oxford is the only other school I've been to. At Oxford, they teach from kindergarten to the eighth grade, so I got to go to one school for both elementary and middle school. Academically, I peaked in the fifth grade. From the fifth grade back, I was always at the top of my class. Honor roll. All those pointless certificates and stupid ass medals; I got those as a kid. And as busy as my mom was with work, every report card or "big" project she and my nonna would take me to Disney as a reward for getting good grades. For the smaller shit, like passing a test or getting a good progress report; my nonna would take me to Knott's Berry from sunup to sundown. My mom typically wasn't around for the farm days, but everyone once in a while she'd be able to come with us. Good times.}

○ Foster Kids; <sub>I had to be either six or seven years old when my nonna told me that she wasn't my mom's bio-mom. She hadn't done it to be malicious or anything, she was trying to get me to understand the whole foster care system because when she had told me that there would be random kids coming to live with us the first time around I had been really confused. In her mind, I think I was supposed to bring out my empathic side or help me see the whole situation as a good thing because fostering my mom is how she ended up becoming my mom's mom. But, it didn't really go how I think she saw it playing out in her head as I very vividly remember her words causing me to have a full-blown panic attack. She ended up having to take me to the hospital where my mom worked and . . . it was just a whole big thing.

Like, baby Nessa was out here connecting dots. As far as I was concerned, I was about to be replaced by some random kid. My dad had already decided he didn't want me. My mom's "real" mom had thought the same thing about her which meant that she could totally come to feel the same way about me. My nonna, apparently, had a sea of better options to swap me out for if she ever got tired of me. Yeah, I wasn't happy. Initially, although a few weeks after my melodramatic ass meltdown, once we actually started fostering kids; I grew to love it. The kids we took in were always around my age which meant I basically got to have a play sibling here and there. And the more they came and went, the less I worried about getting the boot. I mean, I clearly had OG status. Which meant if they hadn't gotten rid of me yet, they weren't about to.</sub>

○ The Big Apple; _{Every year, after I started at Oxford, my family would go to New York for Christmas Break. We'd go to the Rockefeller Center to see the giant Christmas tree, ice skate at the rink, and shop. The hotel was always an adventure within itself, getting to order room service and run amok throughout the hotel, and I would even get to meet a bunch of my mom's college friends back then. Of course, any guy she introduced me to back then would instantly become an instant suspect on my long-lost father list. She'd always say no, but it didn't stop my imagination.}

Preadolescence Years { 11 - 13 yrs. }
○ Death of Mother ; _{First year of middle school at Oxford and my mom dies. I was eleven and some day-drinking asshole was at fault. He hit her while she was on her way home from work after working the night shift. Of course, he survived. Somehow, it always ends up being the idiot at fault that ends up walking away from situations like this. My memories from around this time are pretty muddled. Along with my recollection of the following few years. I don't know. Times just seemingly folded in on itself. All of the days, weeks and months just bled together. After the funeral, my nonna rarely left her bed. I had to learn how to cook for us because she stopped. The only time she'd ever really leave the house is when I made up an excuse and begged her to. We didn't celebrate things like birthdays or holidays. No more Christmases in New York. She stopped fostering kids, so I lost out on my play siblings. Things were never the same after my mom died.}

○ Grandmother's Health Declines; _{I'm pretty sure I was twelve when I first started to realize my nonna was sick. She'd always had issues; bad vision and some difficulty walking due to a foot surgery she'd had before I was even born. But, she ended up collapsing one day while we were out shopping for . . . something I can't even recall, but that incident is when I ended up getting the full rundown of how bad her health truly was. It turned out what ended up putting her in the hospital was an unstable angina. I tried to start cooking better meals for us. Sneak her medication into her food and drinks when I could. But, in the end, her health only got worse and she ended up getting diagnosed with kidney failure a year later and being placed on dialysis.}

○ Oxford Preparatory Academy; _{Between grades six to eight my grades plummeted. My teachers were overly lenient with me because of my mom's death and nonna's failing health. Any and all friends I had made in my earlier years at Oxford slowly pulled away from me those last three years. Not that I can blame them. I wasn't exactly chipper back then. If it wasn't for the pity of my teachers and my previously pristine record as an honor student, I probably wouldn't have been allowed to graduate from Oxford.}

○ Started Self-Medicating; _{The first drug I ever took was Vicodin. My nonna had been prescribed a bunch of different meds that she wasn't making use of. Outside of when I was forcing it on her by sneaking it into her meals and drinks. I was bored. It was the Christmas. I decided to Google what all of her different medications were for as up until that point I was pretty ignorant of what exactly I had been giving her. I just knew that her doctors had said that she had needed it so when I could get her to take it I would. Anyways, according to my quick Google search, Vicodin was a pain reliever and I was craving some kind of relief . . . or maybe more so a release. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. The point is . . . I started dabbling with things when I was thirteen. I think I also started taking my nonna's card and buying liquor online around this time. I was pretty lucky that the deliveries never required a signature and that my nonna rarely left her room. I didn't have to sneak or stash it. It was all just . . . really easy.}

○ Emancipation Research; <sub>The fact that my nonna needed dialysis meant that she was in the end stage of kidney failure when I was thirteen. Somewhere between the drinking, getting high, and feeling like I had to fight with her to get her to do the bare minimum regarding her own health care; I accepted the fact that my nonna would be kicking the bucket sooner as opposed to later. My ma's death had broken something in her that I couldn't repair. As much time, effort, and energy as I felt I was exerting in dragging her to the metaphorical river—she just wouldn't drink. You know? And, once I realized that she was going to fight to stay, I had to start preparing for the day that she would leave. This is what got me looking into getting emancipated. I knew that if she were to die on me before I turned eighteen, I'd be seized by the government and I didn't want that for myself. So, I had to find alternatives and with no other family to speak of—emancipation was my only option.

Unfortunately for me, you have to be at least fourteen years old before you can go before a judge and petition for emancipation. However, that didn't stop me from starting to get my ducks in a row. One of the things that I quickly found out was that I was going to need was my nonna's permission. Which, right off the bat I knew was going to be a problem, because if she ended up telling a judge she had a problem with me moving out—my plans would be dead in the water before they even got up off the ground. I waited until the day I graduated from Oxford to broach the subject with her and . . . well, of course, she flipped her shit. Which led to me flipping my shit. And, me flipping my shit, turned into me word vomiting out everything; the drinking, getting high off the Vicodin I'd been stealing from her—not that she'd even noticed although I had been doing it for months at that point. Ultimately, I just ended up making it very clear to her that I was fine with her kickin' the bucket if that was really what she was set on doing but I wasn't about to end up in a group home or some shit like that because she was too fuckin' selfish to stick around for me. Either I was going to be getting emancipated or following her to the other side. Those were her options. It was negotiable. She got the fuck on board after that.

She tried to tell me that I would have to go to rehab in order for me to "get her blessing", but I wasn't an addict then or now so I obviously said no to that. We reached a compromise in the end; I'd go to therapy and she'd get a home health aide. She claimed she was agreeing to the aide because she was going to start taking her health seriously, but I knew it was really because she no longer trusted me to be in charge of her meds. It didn't matter to me either way. After taking care of her for three years and failing at it, I didn't care why she finally agreed to get a professional in the house; I was just glad that she did.</sub>

Teenage Years { 14 to Present }
○ Emancipation; _{The process was longer than I had anticipated, but after over a year of fighting for it; a judge did emancipate me. During that time, I had to pull up my grades. As failing wasn't going to convince the judge that I could be responsible for myself and I definitely couldn't pass the GED test. I got a job; as I had to show that I both had a legal source of income and could handle managing my own money. It took me a really long time to find somewhere that would employ me as everywhere I was going people wanted you to be at least sixteen to even apply. Fortunately for me, one of my old play siblings had a family member who was a manager at the Chick-fil-A by my nonna's house and hooked me up with a job. I had to "move out" of my nonna's house and ended up "renting" out the basement in my nonna's health aide's home. In truth, I didn't really move out, but we had to make it look like I had. So, we went through this whole process of drawing up a lease online, getting it notarized, and buying a receipt book off of Amazon to show that I was being a responsible tenant and handling my business. And, my nonna helped me convince the judge that emancipation was in my best interest; after forcing me to actually go through with the whole therapy thing. It turned out to be a huge waste of time in the end, but a few wasted hours were worth not becoming a ward of the state.}

○ Grandma Dies; <sub>I became legally emancipated in the fall of my sophomore year at Delbrook. During that year's Christmas Break, my nonna convinced me that I should go to New York for Christmas and New Year's. I hadn't been since my mother died and she said that me getting emancipated was the start of a new chapter in my life and I should celebrate it. She claimed because she couldn't miss a dialysis session she couldn't come with me, but she didn't want that to stop me from living my life and enjoying myself. I wish I could say that she really had to twist my arm to get me to go, but, she hadn't. Snowy Christmases in New York were one of the things I had really missed since my mother's death and the nostalgia of it all was too enticing to pass up.

The last time I spoke to her before she died was on Christmas morning. She'd called to wish me a Merry Christmas, told me how proud she was of me, and apologized for failing me as a grandmother. We talked for hours that day and cried through the majority of that conversation. When I got back to California after New Year's, her aide was there at the airport to get me, and . . . she was the one that told me that my nonna had passed. Apparently, my nonna had lied to her aide and told her she was coming with me to New York and had set up for her to get her dialysis at another hospital in the city. So, thinking that she was with me, the aide never went by the house. I had gone to the airport straight from school after our last day of class before the break and didn't come back until the day after New Year's. She had gone almost a full two weeks without going to any of her dialysis sessions. Not going for her dialysis killed her. And, knowing that she had orchestrated it all . . . I don't want to talk about it anymore.</sub>

○ Moves Out of Lake Forest; _{I needed a fresh start after sophomore year. I spent the spring semester of that year on a bender that lasted the entire semester. I was lucky I didn't end up overdosing or getting alcohol poisoning with all the new shit I was experimenting with. Once I started to mellow out and after thanking my ma and nonna up above for me somehow not managing to derail my emancipation by failing all my classes; I moved to Woodland Hills. I still go back there every now and again when I plan on having surf weekends at Huntington Beach.}




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○ Janessa is multilingual speaking English, Spanish, Italian, and ASL. English was her first language. ASL was her second, she learned it because her mom was partially deaf, and could have possibly gone completely deaf at any time. Her nonna taught her Italian and Janessa took the initiative to learn Spanish herself.

○ She says "like" a lot when trying to articulate thoughts that aren't fully formulated in her mind.

○ Her dependence on drugs and alcohol is steadily worsening.

○ A secret that Janessa keeps close to the vest is that she was diagnosed with cyclothymic disorder when she was sixteen. After which she quit therapy altogether. She doesn't acknowledge her diagnosis. No one outside of her former psychiatrist even knows that she was ever diagnosed.

○ Janessa's inheritance is managed by a wealth management firm. Between her self-medicating and untreated mood disorder, Janessa knew she couldn't trust herself to be on top of her finances so she delegated the responsibility. The best adulting decision she ever made!

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Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

I've had a busy few days, but I'll have my CS up later on today. Friday at the latest, but am pretty sure I can get it finished and posted today.

Delbrook Academy High School

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