McCallister, Ava Marie

[Ava McCallister]

hey, F O X X !, lets go already!
but people call me Foxx, Foxxy, Kali, Silver, Daisy, Red, Roxxy, umm...yeah that's it.
you can find me [e-mail]
you found us at I made the site.
i play Liza 'elizabeth' Solmen

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this is me, like it, love it
or don't, what ever works for you

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« name Ava Marie McCallister
« fake name Ava Mae Smith
« nickname Avs Avvy-special nickname-
« gender Female
« age 19
« grade Senior
« group Loner
« job Mable's Table
« sexuality Straight as a board

why does it matter what i look like?
i'm beautiful...right? don't you lie to me

« hair It may look black, but if you look closer, it's a deep dark black cherry red.
« eyes Greenish Yellow
« skin Tan
« scars A ton
« tattoos Nope
« flaws Weak ankles, self conscious, hates men
« height 5'2
« weight What the hell does that matter? (about 120)

aren't i a nice person?
even though i'm a bitch in person?

« likes
- Her kick ass job
- Her dog Kodak
- Playing hide 'n go seek with little kids
- LA
- Her Surrogate Father Ray Burch(Famous Movie producer and Modelling Agent)
- Styling
- Sarcasm
- Singing
- Playing guitar
« dislikes
- Men
- Bitches
- Her past
- People who have issues with Sarcasm
- Populars, but who doesn't?
- Her biological parents
- Sex
- Dogs-they hate her-
- Snakes, scare the shit out of her
« goals Pass high school and to keep her life
« secrets She is trying to be assassinated for some reason
« fears A slow painful death, sex, torture, rape, men
« annoyances One word, Populars
« weaknesses Ankles, Knees, flinches at men
« strengths She's good with style
« turn ons Hot muscles-though she's afraid
« turn offs Bad breath, horrible BO, bad deodorant/cologne, jerks/assholes

so you know me
do you like what you know?

« parents
Samantha Roe Millings-remarried-now deceased
Calloe David McCallister-deceased
« siblings None
« kin None that she knows of
« pets Kodak! Little kodi boy! The only dog she ever liked that loves her back.
« hometown San Fransisco, CA
« heritage How knows and who gives a Whoots Ass?
« history

Earliest memories:

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING DRUGS! CAL GIVE ME MY FUCKING DOPE! I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I remember hearing my mom yell. She was always yelling about something. Thank god my mom got caught with drugs that evening. My dad was killed in a car crash on the way to the Police station and I was stuck in foster care. And so, my hideous childhood began.

Five years old:

I'd been living here since I was three, right after my parents died. I hated it, the two older boys touched me and snuck in my room at night to do things. It had only just started, but I hated it. I told a cop and he didn't believe me. I hate cops, I hate Men, I hate my life.

Ten Years old:

They'd stopped touching me when I was six, but they started to touch me again. There names are Josh and Eilyha, they're both 15 and now that I got boobs they think they can touch me again. I was just putting my clothes from the laundry room away when they walked in on me and started to touch me again. One of them started to hold me down and... and.... They raped me repeatedly until a phone call from my foster parents said they were on there way home. I hid myself in my closet until they came home and told them what they'd done to me. They didn't believe me because they said there boys were perfect angles and I was a perverted little girl.

I hate them, that family. They should rot in hell.

Twelve Years Old:

I ran away. They raped me and then packed up my stuff and dragged my body out behind some restaurant at night and left me there to die. But then Ray came and saved me. He had been going out side for a smoke and walked around back to find me half dead. The boys were put in jail and Ray nurtured me back to health. Ray Burch, the famous Stylist. I didn't believe it, and I hated him for a year before I realized he was gay. No body knows but me and him though. Everyone thinks he's a hot as hell straight guy having women over constantly to 'talk' with.

Fourteen Years Old:

I was a model, but I hated cameras all over me so I stopped after the first year and found I was good at Styling models and I teamed up with Ray.

Eighteen Years Old:

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to You! Happy Birthday Dear Avvy! Happy birthday to you!" Ray said.

"Ray! Thank you! You didn't have to do that!" I said.

"Yes I did and you know it," Ray teased.

"Haha, fine. Did you make the cake?" I asked as I looked at the obviously store bought cake. Suddenly there was the sound of bullets. Instead of screaming, I grabbed Ray's hand and ran and hid under the bed with him. He held me tightly and I remembered squeezing my eyes shut. Men in masks ran in and started to snap out orders. The alarm went off, stupid damn alarm needed to be fixed. The guy yelled something again, but in my terror I didn't quite hear.

Nineteen Years Old:

"I love you Avvy," Ray said and hugged her good bye. He had some under cover Body guards watching me in the school and I was to stay low profile, I'd had to die my beautiful red hair black, well it was a black cherry color. So I couldn't be all that mad.

"Bye Ray. I love you too. I'll see you again soon I hope," I said as I hugged him tightly and felt him kiss the top of my head as I then slipped out of his arms and onto the plain.

credits go to Foxx of caution 2.0

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