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Full Name: Summer Annabelle Montgomery
Nicknames: I don't do nicknames. People have tried...but...just don't.
Age: 22
Date of Birth: November 10th
Education: I had to work my butt off to get here after all the crap I went through, but I'm currently working on my Masters in Journalism.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hometown: I was born in Sacramento, CA. I'm a Cali baby!
Class: I'm like, that upper middle class grasping at the upper class but not yet there. And I'm not trying to get there. I'm happy where I'm at.
Occupation: I'm a retired pro figure skater. Yeah, that was my life. Now, I'm an intern at Corolla's local newspaper doing what I love and living off of the money I earned from years of skating.
Likes:
- Red Velvet Cupcakes Awesomeness
- Ice Cream
- Wings All wings are fan-frickin'-tastic! Hot wings are the best though. That sounds really fat, but whatever
- Figure skating I go back all the time, reliving the old days. But I help out with the younger kids too
- Kids
- Dancing With skating came ballet lessons and I started to like it
- Having fun
- Sleeping
- Cats
Dislikes:
- Bringing up past memories
- Talking about my birth mom Ask me and I might just punch you. No, I won't. Be don't ask.
- Pineapples The name is stupid and why would I want sour fruit?
- Uber-Christians I understand you got your religion and I'm not against that, but you don't have to push your beliefs on me. We believe in the same God. I just like to sleep in on Sundays and praise him in my pajamas.
- Hazelnut cream Worst coffee cream flavor someone could make. It smells like sweetness and then feet. That's gross
- Not having a clean house I'm not anal about it, but let's be real. Clean your crap up.
- People seeing her cry
Quirks:
- Don't judge me, but I bite my lower lip a lot. It just happens whenever. It's not a shy thing or a I-want-you-bad thing. It's a Summer thing.
- I run my fingers through my hair a lot. If you noticed, my hair pretty much borders that waist-length area and I just need to touch it. I do it more often when I'm stressed.
- I always have my camera on me and when it's around my neck, I end up tapping my fingers on it when I'm bored.
- I don't curse a lot. And when I do, I always have this dear-caught-in-the headlights look. It's weird 'cause I curse in my head all the times.
- I do this shimmy dance when I get super excited. It's weird, but it's me.
Fears:
- Someone cutting her hair My mom worked her butt off to keep my hair the way it is. It's one of the things she worried about when she lay dying and I would never cut it unless it got past my waist.
- Snakes Eeeeeeeeeek! Where?
- Meeting with her birth mom I don't want to ever see that bitch again!
- Someone finding out about her past The past three years haven't been the greatest for me...
Skills:
- Dance I don't care what anyone says. Sure, it's a passion, but it's a skill. You actually have to be good at it and I'm pretty decent.
- Cooking Not one of my favorite things to do, but my mom made sure I knew how to cook a decent meal and I've learned a few recipes over the years.
- Photography One of my friends introduced me to it and I've fallen in love. It's why I went to school instead of going back to skating.
Romance: Wow...romance. Umm, okay. Do not tell anyone this, but Joseph Sarinelli is kinda cute. I love going to the ice cream shop to talk to him. He makes people smile without trying. It's adorable, but this is just a crush. Ssssshhhhh!!!
Thoughts on the Auditore family: The parents don't seem...like parents. I guess that comes with wealth. My family was loving in our middle class home and there wasn't any distance. The kids are fine though.
Thoughts on Sarinelli family: Umm...you're asking these questions and usually, I'm the one who gives interviews. Ugh, okay. They're real. Siblings fight all the time, they fight all the time. That's real family right there. Gotta respect that.
Personality: Wow...you're really trying to get in my head. Okay, I'll try to sum me up for you. Don't be mad if I don't give your all the sordid details of what makes Summer Montgomery.
Okay, I was kinda that shy kid when I was younger. I began ice-skating when I was five and never really attempted to be in the spotlight. But, it kinda happened and before long, I loved it. I'd like to think that I'm ambitious. I go for what I want and I usually have to fight for it. You know, nobody's perfect. Nobody's had that perfect family with amounts of money. I mean, I was a competitive skater in a world with prima donnas. I had to fight for sponsors and prove that I was the best and that I deserved all of the words I got. I'm pretty competitive. I can admit that. I don't like giving up easily and I'm not a fan of losing, but again. Nobody's perfect and I've learned to let those situations go and learn from them.
I think you can say I'm pretty chilled. Everyone has that weird trait or that thing about them that sets them apart from everyone else. Other my dance, I think I don't have much of anything to separate me from the crowd. I'm not exactly the best person when it comes to emotional matters, that's for sure. I bottle things up. It's a horrible thing to do and my former psychiatrist called me out on it several times. I just...I was in a house with three other foster kids and the actual kid of my parents. I felt selfish when I would get upset and they'd have to come for me. I was the second oldest and their time should have been on other kids. So, I keep things in. If I'm angry at you at that particular moment, I don't say anything. If I'm upset by what you said, I either go into full bitch mode and snap at you quickly or take my tears and run. It always ends up with me exploding at some random moment. I could probably just gotten shoved accidentally in a busy street and go off on some poor, unsuspecting person. It's a nasty thing to do, but it happens.
I think I have a habit of falling in love too quickly. Not saying I'm suddenly in love with Joseph Sarinelli or anything, but stuff like that happens. My feelings surface and the realization is always something that is difficult to handle. I would never admit my feelings first. It's happened in the past and...things didn't end well for me. I also have the biggest aversion to talking about the past. I know relationships function when there's honesty and we reveal things, but I hate doing that. My last boyfriend was angry about that. But I'm faithful in relationships. Once I love you, I won't let you go. Arguments can happen and I can get pretty heated in an argument, but love is love. And we all need love.
Lastly...and this is the hardest thing to admit, but I guess you can say I have abandonment issues. I know, I know. You've heard me say that I had parents and I was in a middle class home or whatever. But I was adopted. My birth mom got pregnant during her figure skating career, had me, and then dumped me off at the hospital. She just...left. All to keep her career going. And no one said anything. When she found out I was adopted, she sent money to my parents out of what I think was guilt and my parents never told me. I had to see that bitch as a judge at one of my competitions when I was sixteen. I've never been so hurt until that moment, so...I don't like being left behind. But the most important thing that I gained from that was a loyalty to family. They're the ones who are supposed to love you no matter what and I love mine. And I will love the family that I'll create one day
History: Okay, buddy. Now, you're pushing it.
I was born 22 years ago on November 10th to Clara Montgomery. She was this upper class prima donna who began figure skating when she was four. She had me, broke up with her boyfriend because he almost ruined her career, and then left the hospital two days after giving birth to me. She just...left. Apparently, I would have damaged her completely and she was only eighteen. The stupid bitch. Anyway, my parents found me because my mom had ovarian cancer and had lost the baby they'd been trying to have. They already had one, but they could never fulfill their wish to conceive a second one. So, when they found out about me, they wanted me. My mom says she loved me the second she stared into my pretty hazel eyes. Clara found out - somehow - about the adoption and decided to pay them yearly for taking care of her unwanted child. They refused at first, but she didn't stop and after awhile, they didn't complain.
I began figure skating at five. I think it was when I was watching Michelle Kwan perform at the Olympics on TV and I said I wanted to do it. At first, I hated it. I fell so many times and the skates were annoying. I was ready to quit, but my sister was skating with me and she was the biggest influence of my life. She taught me to be competitive, to fight for what you want. Of course, the ambitious side of me didn't come out until I was at least 10 and received my first gold medal. I earned a good number of them, I think twelve by the time I was fourteen and was able to compete with an older crowd. Medals were coming in, I was still studying in school, and I had sponsors coming out the woodworks. It was when I turned sixteen that my life took a turn. I was competing against a group in Canada when I saw her. My birth mother was a judge. She damaged a ligament in her leg and would forever be with a limp, so she could no longer compete. Don't judge me, but some part of me reveled in that when I discovered the fact. She recognized me the second she saw me. I looked just like her. After the competition, she confronted me. She told me the truth. Some part of me knew I was adopted, but my parents never said anything and to hear this woman claim herself as my mother...it did something to me. And I slapped her. It was a good one too. Her face was red and I was wearing a ring, so it left a good mark. I've never felt more proud of myself.
I didn't talk to my parents for a month until somewhere in my head, I forgave them. At least they loved me. At least they cared. Clara only cared about herself and I vowed from that day on to never be that kind of mother. She's tried calling, but I ignored her. Anyway, I was around eighteen when I decided to stop. I competed in the Olympics. I received a silver, which was fine. I didn't need much. And then I called it quits. I did a few ads through my life, I had money, I had my own penthouse, and I had a full ride to Cal-Berkeley University. My life was set. When I left the arena for the last time as a pro skater, it hurt. My boyfriend realized that he wasn't dating a famous pro skater and just...dumped me. It hurt...I mean, it hurt. He was the third boyfriend and I pictured us getting married. What makes it worse was that I was pregnant.
Yeah, I know. People always have that pregnancy story and I wasn't one of those teen moms you see on MTV. I could've taken care of my kid. I did a few commercials for the pregnancy, receiving more money and I had supportive friends and family. But when I was five months along, I got in a car accident with my sister. And I lost him. It was going to be a boy and I was going to name him Ricky. But it didn't happen. I stopped going to school for a few months, my mom admitted she stopped going for radiation. I stayed with her the entire time. When she died, she made me promise to keep going. And I did. I still had my scholarship, I took a lot of summer classes so that I could graduate early. And I'm still working for my Masters. My Dad tells me every day that she would be proud of me. I know she would.
I was born 22 years ago on November 10th to Clara Montgomery. She was this upper class prima donna who began figure skating when she was four. She had me, broke up with her boyfriend because he almost ruined her career, and then left the hospital two days after giving birth to me. She just...left. Apparently, I would have damaged her completely and she was only eighteen. The stupid bitch. Anyway, my parents found me because my mom had ovarian cancer and had lost the baby they'd been trying to have. They already had one, but they could never fulfill their wish to conceive a second one. So, when they found out about me, they wanted me. My mom says she loved me the second she stared into my pretty hazel eyes. Clara found out - somehow - about the adoption and decided to pay them yearly for taking care of her unwanted child. They refused at first, but she didn't stop and after awhile, they didn't complain.
I began figure skating at five. I think it was when I was watching Michelle Kwan perform at the Olympics on TV and I said I wanted to do it. At first, I hated it. I fell so many times and the skates were annoying. I was ready to quit, but my sister was skating with me and she was the biggest influence of my life. She taught me to be competitive, to fight for what you want. Of course, the ambitious side of me didn't come out until I was at least 10 and received my first gold medal. I earned a good number of them, I think twelve by the time I was fourteen and was able to compete with an older crowd. Medals were coming in, I was still studying in school, and I had sponsors coming out the woodworks. It was when I turned sixteen that my life took a turn. I was competing against a group in Canada when I saw her. My birth mother was a judge. She damaged a ligament in her leg and would forever be with a limp, so she could no longer compete. Don't judge me, but some part of me reveled in that when I discovered the fact. She recognized me the second she saw me. I looked just like her. After the competition, she confronted me. She told me the truth. Some part of me knew I was adopted, but my parents never said anything and to hear this woman claim herself as my mother...it did something to me. And I slapped her. It was a good one too. Her face was red and I was wearing a ring, so it left a good mark. I've never felt more proud of myself.
I didn't talk to my parents for a month until somewhere in my head, I forgave them. At least they loved me. At least they cared. Clara only cared about herself and I vowed from that day on to never be that kind of mother. She's tried calling, but I ignored her. Anyway, I was around eighteen when I decided to stop. I competed in the Olympics. I received a silver, which was fine. I didn't need much. And then I called it quits. I did a few ads through my life, I had money, I had my own penthouse, and I had a full ride to Cal-Berkeley University. My life was set. When I left the arena for the last time as a pro skater, it hurt. My boyfriend realized that he wasn't dating a famous pro skater and just...dumped me. It hurt...I mean, it hurt. He was the third boyfriend and I pictured us getting married. What makes it worse was that I was pregnant.
Yeah, I know. People always have that pregnancy story and I wasn't one of those teen moms you see on MTV. I could've taken care of my kid. I did a few commercials for the pregnancy, receiving more money and I had supportive friends and family. But when I was five months along, I got in a car accident with my sister. And I lost him. It was going to be a boy and I was going to name him Ricky. But it didn't happen. I stopped going to school for a few months, my mom admitted she stopped going for radiation. I stayed with her the entire time. When she died, she made me promise to keep going. And I did. I still had my scholarship, I took a lot of summer classes so that I could graduate early. And I'm still working for my Masters. My Dad tells me every day that she would be proud of me. I know she would.
