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Hello, my name is: Hailey Audrey Murdoch
But you can call me: Hailey.
My role in this story is: A-Team Member Three
I'm only: Twenty.
I was born in: Manhattan, New York.
And on the: 16th of November.

If you can't get it from my picture, I'm: one that could stop traffic easily. Well that's what people tell me and I'm not going to argue with that. I'm 5'6 and not really sure if I'm going to grow anymore. It doesn't really matter, I've got height advantage over some people. I have slightly tanned skin and the only blemishes I have is a small birthmark on my ankle and a scar which is behind my left ear, which is usually hidden behind my hair. My hair is natural wavy and is dark brown with natural caramel colored highlights and ends just above my chest. Light bluey/grey eyes surrounded by a set of long lashes. And then come my nose, which I highly dislike, and then my plump pouty lips. What most males notice about my body though, is my chest. D cup and all highly natural. I don't believe in cosmetic surgery. I have a fairly small waist and then comes my average hips. I have slender legs that end with surprising small feet. I tend to wear cute little flirty dresses and if I don't feel like showing off I'll just add a cardigan or something. I like looking good and I certainly have plenty of opportunities, but sometimes I just want to walk around in trackies and my ugg boots, which my mother would have never allowed. Despite the fact that my mother has given me several fancy items of jewelry, and clothing, I tend not to wear much jewelry. Just a tiny heart shaped locket.

People say that I'm: the baby of the group. Spoilt and pouty. It's slightly true. If I don't get my way I will pout. It's what I'm known for. And if my pout does nothing, I start to get really annoyed. The others call it tantrums, I don't. Little kids throw tantrums, I'm not a little kid, despite their beliefs. I do get a but sulky sometimes they can't blame me. If I try really hard for something and don't get it, I'm allowed to be upset. The others would disagree. If you asked them they'd tell you something completely different but I don't see a point arguing about it. If I want something, I go get it. Determination is key. I have my ways of getting things. I can be a little manipulative at times and can easily twist someone around my little finger. I don't tell big lies. Sure I tell small little ones that end up being woven into big ones when I forget what lies I've already told, but I don't want to hurt anybody. I'm trying to protect them, actually. I don't yell. I hate it, it makes your face go all red and it hurts my throat. Instead, I get sarcastic and snippy. If you don't get my sarcastic remarks, don't expect me to explain it to you. You can't be my friend by just coming up to me and being nice. You've got to proof yourself. I have walls and I don't let them down for just nobody. People may find it strange but I abslouetly adore children. Maybe it's because my mother never bothered with me or because my nanny was so loving and sweet? I don't know, but I find children adorable. They are actually rather fond of me too. I don't consider myself a heartbreaker. Sometimes I mess around with people a little, maybe flirt with others but I don't meant to hurt people. Like cheating? ..That was silly of me. Honestly. I really miss him (A-Team Number Two) but not that I'd tell him. I'd never dare to. He hates me enough as it is. I'm sure if I said sorry he might come around, but do I really want to risk it? Ah, no.

I absolutely love: Hot chocolate with plenty of froth - I have to have one every day, being able to sleep in, getting what I want, wedge heels, vanilla coke, curling or straightening my hair, when my mother actually bothers to acknowledge me, fluffy pillows, the smell of freshly mowed grass and cute funky buttons.
But I can't stand: Fast food, putting on weight, people who chew cum constantly, having to clean, sexist remarks, being woken up early, not getting my way, being called the baby of the group, fireworks and bad breath.
Oh, and I'm petrified of: Thunder storms. Whenever I was little the windows in my room used to shake and I used to cry out, but nobody came. My mother didn't care, my father was never home and the nannies were usually being told to do something else by my mom. Clowns. I've just had bad experiences and every time I've been near a clown..it just hasn't ended well. Complete darkness. I have to have a light on. I've always slept with a light on and it's so hard to shake that habit.

If I could, I'd love to be: A model. I've been told I'm photogenic and that the camera loves me. The only problem is that, my only chance was when my mother actually talked to me. Now she doesn't.
But in reality, I work here: as a babysitter. Sure it's fun but it doesn't bring in much money and nobody else knows what I do. I have a feeling they'd laugh at me.
Shhhh, don't tell anyone, but: The first time I had sex, at age seventeen, I fell pregnant and then two weeks after I found I was pregnant, I suffered a miscarriage. I'm scared, absolutely terrified of a miscarriage happening again. If you ever see me hitting up on some drugs or drinking a little too much, that would be why. It hurts too much.

My life so far? Well...: You'd never think that my mother was actually a mother until she proved it. When Dana Annette Murdoch fell pregnant, the fashion world changed. She made fashionable maternity clothes, managed to make pregnancy 'funky' and then she gave birth. And that's when my 'dear' mother realised she had no clue about babies. And that's when she started hiring. Already having a cook and a maid, she hired another maid and two nannies, who were basically dedicated to looking after me. My dad was a little closer to me, but that's a bit of a stretch. He actually changed a diaper or two. All my mother did was give me a few hugs now and then. I was very happy with my nannies. Nanny Mia left when I was four as she was sick of my mother. I don't blame her but I was very upset when she left. Nanny Angelica on the other hand, who was actually Italian, stayed until I was eighteen. My mother tried to get rid of her when I was eleven, but I threw a fit. A massive tantrum that made my mother take a two week holiday away from me in order to regain her 'calmness'. What a load of rubbish. I loved Nonna Angelica though. She made me feel special. She lived with us, she helped me with my schoolwork and helped me with friends issues. She's always been special to me. My mother on the other hand, has not. When she couldn't make it too a school project night because she was flitting off to Paris? She sent Nonna Angelica and spoiled me with dresses. I loved the dresses but I wanted my mom more. On parent teacher night, my dad and my mom couldn't go. So instead my nonna had to take me. Everybody thought my fashionista mother was so cool and so stylish and that my lawyer dad must be payed a lot. But that doesn't matter. Money and fashion and style. I just wanted my parents. I started to rebel. Sneaking out, dressing proactively and being rude to everyone apart from the house staff.My parents weren't around enough to notice though. What did get my mom's attention, was when she came home to me, drunk and making out with a guy on her beautiful and posh white carpet, my dress riding up my thighs. My mother absolutely cracked it. I was grounded. No tv, no phone and no online network sites. But then she had to jet off to LA for a few weeks. I got my phone back, my tv back and networking sites back. Then my mother and father actually started paying attention, and within days, I was kicked out, left to see if I could actually do something with my life.

Hailey Audrey Murdoch's Story