In the real world I was named Alexandria Abelia Abbott and was born on April 10, 1985. I was eighteen years old years old when Ladybird took me captive; time has stayed still since then. I was once classified as a human female, but now I guess I could pass for anyone’s favorite doll.
I guess I’ll start from the beginning. I was born on a rather sunny day of April in the bright city of Reno. It was a smooth and uncomplicated delivery as my parents often told me.
I suppose one would classify me as "lucky" considering the fact that I was born to a wealthy family who spoiled me to no end. I suppose they are right in some aspects, but material things aren’t really the goals in my life. Any who, my father was the headmaster of a prestigious school that once was in the city of Carson City. My mother, who at the time had little rights being a women, was a part time nurse in one of the top hospitals at the time. It was nice, I guess, I got everything a girl could ever want. Horseback riding lessons, a huge room, toys and music.
I wasn't very happy though. Like I said before, material things weren't everything to me. My parent's, who were almost never home, always left me alone with the current nanny. They would always be out at some dinner party when they weren't at work or going on a "date" as they would call it.
It was rare that there would be a nanny that actually cared about my well being, but it didn't really matter to me, though. I was quite content fending for myself. Usually, when I was still of younger age, I would just stay in my room listening to the peaceful music of Beethoven or Bach, reading a book or practicing my violin. Though, as I started to get older, I began to venture outside of my home, much to the dislike of my parents. Nature soon began to be my calling. I was always outside, in the heat of the sun weaving my fingers though the rough sand. Of course, being that Nevada was somewhat of a desert, there wasn't much to call "nature". It still made me happy, and it was a lot better than staying stuck in the house during my free time.
I never really had a friend. I was always stuck with the nanny, and I was a quite child during my school years. Of course, there were "friends" I had, other rich kids my parents forced upon me. I wouldn't really call them my friends. I wouldn't even call them acquaintances. Actually, I downright hated them. They were stuck up, egotistical little twits who talked about themselves when not talking about all the stuff they had. They gave me quite a few headaches and there were even times where I would make an excuse just to get away from them.
When I turned seventeen, my parents got the ridiculous idea that I should be married off. I came as quite a shock to me, I had always thought that arranged marriages had died of some 15 years ago; but I was sadly mistaken. So then began the hunt for a suitable husband. I became outraged and greatly rebellious, often times attempting to run away at night. Each time, someone would, in the end, find me sleeping on a slid, or swinging sadly on a swing.
They day finally came. My parents had found a husband for me. He was rich, talented, and well educated. Though I had never met him, I hated him greatly. I begged my parents to reconsider, but they tuck to their decision to wed me off. Then I begged them to at least let me meet the guy before I got married. In the end they agreed.
So then I met him, and boy was I greatly mistaken. He was tall, beautiful, and a sweetheart. Not to mention the same age as I was. That always makes a difference. I fell in love with him, but I didn't show it. I still didn't want to get married. I wanted to go off to a university and study geology. Like that was going to happen, though. So I just stayed quiet, through glared at my soon to be husband and hating my parents.
Well, things didn't really work out the way my parents planned. For some reason, they were determined to keep Johnathan (my fiancée) far away from me. This suited me quite fine, until that is when kissed me and told me that loved me. I suppose it was at that point where I fell in love. I didn't want to stay away from him anymore, and as my parents noticed this, thy tried to keep us apart. Why? I didn't know. I though that was what my parents wanted. For me to accept my fiancée. But apparently, as I soon found out, they didn't want me to have a husband loved me, but someone who was indifferent. That was when my hate turned into loathing. I soon found myself thinking of outrageous ways to run away, something that would succeed unlike the last futile attempts.
My parents began trying to find me another husband, though doing so behind my back. I didn't want another man, I had fallen in love and that was that. So, one night, the day before out supposed wedding, Johnathon and I ran away. This time, we were successful. For a while we stayed at friend’s houses, but soon they became weary of us and we were left to the streets. Since then, we were never seen our parents, though there were tons of missing posters. They were determined to catch us...
I became Ladybird’s playmate on February of 2002. Here’s how it happened. A few months after Johnathan and myself ran away together, we found ourselves living on the streets. Our once called friends betrayed us and through us out to became poor. It wasn't as bad as it seemed, we had each other for one and we soon began working atone of the local diners. It was fun for a while, but we still had no place to live and we were constantly hiding form out parents.
Then, one crazy and hectic day, we found ourselves in a dark alley. We were running from the local wannabe thugs who just happened to have real guns on them. Minutes later, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared behind us, scary the living daylight out of us. She offered us a place to stay. We were hesitant at first, but she seemed sympathetic enough and we soon agreed.
Pretty soon, we were sitting in her enormous living room telling her our story. She sighed and gasped at all the right moments and seem genuinely considered. Then she offered us some tea. It tasted odd, but it fel twarm enough. Soon enough, I found myself shrinking and so was
Johnathan. Soon enough, I found that she put a shrinking potion in the tea and the elixer of life in the water she gave us beforehand. We were terribly frightened, and being stuck in the wretched dollhouse began to make me go crazy. I attempted to kill myself, of course I didn't die. I suppose the one thing that didn't make me go absolutely insane was that Johnathan was there with me.
My molding was shaped by literature. Books, articles magazines anything with words. Music was my elixer, it kep me sane; classical, rock, alternative...Violin, piano, and all musical instruments.. While I’m here, my mission is to escape, just like everyone else. Not only that, I want revenge and I want to find a cure for this acursed immmortality.. And while I’m here, maybe I’ll pick up some men, but considering I have found the love of my life, I have stopped looking. .
Some of the things that really irk me are immortality it sucks eggs...I hate old fashioned people, it is the present day for cring outloud! Ladybird, she could just go to hell and freeze...That suckish cat of Ladybird's, one of these days I will give him a good kick! My idiosyncrasies include tending to check my watch anf check the calander, though, it doesn't help to know the exact time I have been in this forsaken place. I also tend to pace a lot and mutter to myself. It is a newfound habbit though, I never used to pace while I was still free..
Fine, I’ll admit that this is a strange way to live. It’s not my fault. I signed a contract with Sabaku_No_Gaara_22. It’s all their fault.
