Carlie Owens
Age:
18
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Personality:
Carlie is a fun-natured and witty girl. She likes for things to go smoothly, and hates to see somebody depressed. Carlie has a really weird habit. If she sees someone, anyone, even strangers, with their shirt collars out of place, she just has to fix it. Carlie loves to sketch when she has the time, and sing. Carlie has never felt true love, and hopes one day she finds it, just like her parents has.
History:
Carlie's life has been an ordinary one, nothing really that stands out. When she was five; her parents seperated up until she was thirteen, but they realized they still loved each other, so they married again, and their marraige has been strong and going on since than. Carlie's grandmother and grandfather both died at the same time and in the same place, of what, nobody knows, but they guess it's probably from their age. Carlie's parents, and her, decided that is how they want to die. Peacefully and beside the one they love most. Carlie's little sister, Hannah, died three years ago; she was hit by a drunk driver while playing outside.
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Carlie sighed again. She made her mind up about the sport she wanted to join. Carterball, which was exactly like volleyball, except the ball had to bounce on the floor first before you could hit it and it count. She was fairly good, and besides, she hated the other ones avilable.
Carlie bit her lower lip as she scribbled her name neatly on the line. She sat up and turned around, walking to class, when Sean, a boy who had this huge crush on her, began walking beside her. "Hey, Carl, what's up?" He asked. Although Carlie didn't like him the way he did her, they were still pretty good friends. "Hey, nothing much, heading to Carterball practice." Carlie said. He grinned ay her. "Me also." He said and Carlie said. "Don't you mean me too?" They both laughed as they walked to the gym together.
