Grace Evans
nicknames: Gracey, Crys
age: 23
sexuality: Bi-curious
occupation: Daycare owner
hex: #e10531
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I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me. - Lesley Gore
Grace is the height of 5 foot 2. Though her eyes are not blue like the song but a hazel brown. Normally her makeup routine consists of light colors. nudes and not bright lipsticks unless she is out to party.
Her hair is a brown colour and has always been the natural. Never dyed or touched by hair sprays. She normally keeps her hair at a medium size length enjoying her hair down or in buns.
She dresses normally in a very fancy manner. She believes accessories are her best friend whatever they may be. She likes a lot of scarves and necklaces.
Grace's appearance was not a set one. When she dresses yes in a fancy manner but it reflects off how she is feeling for the day. Bright colours when she is happy and darker colours on days that she is not in a mood really.
Grace is not religious but just raised old fashioned that you should wait until marriage for sexual relations. So during school, she was not the type to go off with many boys. She saw the boys in her group as friends and kept it that way. Her parents never judged that. She enjoyed the group doing her best to try to keep everyone happy. She made sure to do a lot of things for everyone else and keep her feelings out of the way.
✓cooking✓children ✓facebook ✓Netflix ✓Music
✘fish ✘math ✘diapers ✘drugs ✘bugs
Where does Grace Evans begin? She was born to her mother and father that lived in the town. She had one sister and one brother. She was the youngest and having them be so much older left her feeling not so welcomed. At age 10 she took her babysitting license and ever since been working. Taking care of children led her to such love and happiness.
Not much really happened and she was okay like that. She liked the quiet and calm things. She was happy the most when she was with her friends. She had those friends all through elementary, middle and starting high school. Something about her friends was their clique was different. It wasn't just emos or just the pretty uptight girls. You had kids from different races, genders, or would be normally classified to another clique.
It was nice something rough or simple. They didn't have a group name. It was just friends. They did most everything together. They grew up going through puberty together. And then when they broke up she was devastated. She was heartbroken. Her best friends were in their group. The reason they broke up she even forgets at this current day.
She continued her career in babysitting making sure to gather a good enough money so she could put herself through her ECE with that she opened her own daycare. She never moved from town and enjoyed taking care of the little ones.
One night a terrible event that she had to this day deep embedded in her. She was closing up the daycare when someone broke in. With an unfortunate situation, she was raped. The situation was horrible as she was planning on waiting till marriage. She looked for guidance all she could do was talk to therapists, look at different religions, and talk to friends. If she had any. Discovering she was pregnant she sought help. Looked into options. She loved children and she knew it was a big responsibility but she needed to keep this child. She wanted to put the message out there. She could do it.