Post by morganpaigecornell on Nov 28, 2011 1:52:14 GMT -5
MORGANPAIGECORNELL !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Morgan, Morgs, Cornell.
birthday: 19 July 1996
gender: Female
grade: Sophomore.
sexuality: Straight. Heterosexual.
played by: Becky Filip.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Morgan is the definition of little, standing at almost five foot and weighing in at only one hundred pounds. She has reddish-brown colored hair which she changes the style of often. Piercing, wide, pale blue eyes are set against her pale skin. Morgan has an innocent look about her, because of her small size. She has long, thin legs that allow her to move gracefully. She appears to be overly skinny, nearly anorexic even, but this is far from the truth, as she eats nearly all the time - just the right things.
personality:
Morgan is a very friendly person, but can seem shy to those who don’t know her. Once she is able to get to know a person and become completely comfortable around them, she is an entirely different person. Morgan is a pescetarian, meaning that she is basically a vegetarian, but eats seafood. She is a very different person, and that shows; she doesn't conform to the "norm" set by society. She tends to wear bright colors and different clothes. Morgan is also a very dedicated student, both academically and extra-curricularly. She works hard to maintain a 4.0 gpa as well as working hard at a dance studio as well as volunteering at a wildlife preserve.
likes:
+ Friends
+ Her Brother
+ Dance
+ Animals
+ Biology
+ Ecology
+ Music
+ Seafood
+ Cooking
dislikes:
- Meat
- Insolence
- Obnoxiousness
- Ignorance
- Snobs
- Loud Rooms
strengths: Amazing Chef, Good with Animals, Listener
weaknesses: Overly forgiving, Shy, Quirky
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Jacob Cornell
siblings: Michael Cornell.
significant other (s): N/A
pets: 2 Cats – Cameo (f), Jericho (m) :: Horse – Sid :: Dog – Remix
hometown: Purchase, New York [/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
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Laurel’s eyes fluttered open only to see a white square room surrounding her. She turned to both sides and panicked. She had no clue who anybody in the room was. To the right of the bed were three people: an older woman with auburn hair, an older man with light brownish hair that had some grey streaks in it, and a young boy with auburn hair. To the left of her bed stood a man who appeared to be in his early twenties, but appeared nothing like the others to her right. This man was tall, gangly, and lanky, hovering over her with a gleam of happiness in his eyes; in fact, they all had the same glow in their eyes.
Laurel sat up and looked at the group surrounding her. “Oh thank goodness!” said the older auburn haired lady. “Laurel!” said the brownish haired man and the younger auburn haired boy said in sync with one another. The gangly boy didn’t say a word. He just stood there, staring, with that same gleam in his eyes. His hair fell over his right eye as he looked down on her. There was a simultaneous lull of inhale through noses. A man in a white jacket came into the room, telling everyone else to leave. The gangly boy squeezed Laurel’s hand and left the room with the others. The man in the white jacket introduced himself as Doctor Milenkowitz, and he stated that he had been treating her for the past four months. He explained that she had been in a coma for four months. When she asked who the people were in the room before him, doctor Milenkowitz responded that they were her mother, father, brother, and boyfriend. Laurel had a puzzled look on her face as the doctor excused himself and walked out of the room. A few minutes went by and he returned into the white-walled room. He told Laurel that she has amnesia, and that they were not sure how bad it is, but they wanted to take her back for testing so they can diagnose the severity of it. Laurel nodded, and Doctor Milenkowitz walked her to another room.
About six hours passed and her tests were completed and Laurel woke up back in the original white room. Doctor Milenkowitz said that Laurel had severe amnesia and wasn’t quite able to recall much. Once again, he left the room. It seemed that everybody had a place to be here; they were always in such a hurry. She could see the doctor talking to the gangly boy (who must have been her boyfriend) and then the gangly boy entered the room. “Hey, Laurel. It’s me…Brice…” he said, smiling, sitting down next to her on the bed. She smiled at him, unknowing what to say. She felt awkward, everyone else could remember, so why couldn’t she? Brice looked down at Laurel with an intent look in his eyes “I am going to help you remember. Everything. I promise you that.” He leaned forward and kissed Laurels forehead, and she felt a rush of emotion that she had never felt before; well, she thought that she hadn’t felt them before. Brice picked up a bag and removed a laptop from it. He logged onto Laurel’s facebook account and stared to show her pictures of people that she knew. He started with her family, her mum, dad, and brother, Marc. He them moved to himself and Laurel: The trips to the beach, camping in Canada, trips to New York and the United Kingdom, and her high school graduation. The pit of Laurel’s stomach dropped as she looked at these pictures. It looked like she was having an amazing time with everyone, and she felt as if she had somehow let them all down by not being able to remember. “Brice,” she started, “How long have we been dating?” she looked up at him. At least she knew that she still had feelings for him. She could tell. “Well, we met back in eighth grade and were best friends from the start. We officially started dating my sophomore year of high school, which was your freshman year, so we’ve been dating for approximately five years now.”
Laurel sat up and looked at the group surrounding her. “Oh thank goodness!” said the older auburn haired lady. “Laurel!” said the brownish haired man and the younger auburn haired boy said in sync with one another. The gangly boy didn’t say a word. He just stood there, staring, with that same gleam in his eyes. His hair fell over his right eye as he looked down on her. There was a simultaneous lull of inhale through noses. A man in a white jacket came into the room, telling everyone else to leave. The gangly boy squeezed Laurel’s hand and left the room with the others. The man in the white jacket introduced himself as Doctor Milenkowitz, and he stated that he had been treating her for the past four months. He explained that she had been in a coma for four months. When she asked who the people were in the room before him, doctor Milenkowitz responded that they were her mother, father, brother, and boyfriend. Laurel had a puzzled look on her face as the doctor excused himself and walked out of the room. A few minutes went by and he returned into the white-walled room. He told Laurel that she has amnesia, and that they were not sure how bad it is, but they wanted to take her back for testing so they can diagnose the severity of it. Laurel nodded, and Doctor Milenkowitz walked her to another room.
About six hours passed and her tests were completed and Laurel woke up back in the original white room. Doctor Milenkowitz said that Laurel had severe amnesia and wasn’t quite able to recall much. Once again, he left the room. It seemed that everybody had a place to be here; they were always in such a hurry. She could see the doctor talking to the gangly boy (who must have been her boyfriend) and then the gangly boy entered the room. “Hey, Laurel. It’s me…Brice…” he said, smiling, sitting down next to her on the bed. She smiled at him, unknowing what to say. She felt awkward, everyone else could remember, so why couldn’t she? Brice looked down at Laurel with an intent look in his eyes “I am going to help you remember. Everything. I promise you that.” He leaned forward and kissed Laurels forehead, and she felt a rush of emotion that she had never felt before; well, she thought that she hadn’t felt them before. Brice picked up a bag and removed a laptop from it. He logged onto Laurel’s facebook account and stared to show her pictures of people that she knew. He started with her family, her mum, dad, and brother, Marc. He them moved to himself and Laurel: The trips to the beach, camping in Canada, trips to New York and the United Kingdom, and her high school graduation. The pit of Laurel’s stomach dropped as she looked at these pictures. It looked like she was having an amazing time with everyone, and she felt as if she had somehow let them all down by not being able to remember. “Brice,” she started, “How long have we been dating?” she looked up at him. At least she knew that she still had feelings for him. She could tell. “Well, we met back in eighth grade and were best friends from the start. We officially started dating my sophomore year of high school, which was your freshman year, so we’ve been dating for approximately five years now.”
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