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Lialah Villera: From: Hawaii
Current living situation: LA, California; in a cramped 2 bedroom apartment with her mom, dad, two siblings (ashlin, and Koby)
Age: 17
Appearance: Big brown eyes, full pink lips, 5’4, curly dark brown/ ombre hair, darkish tan
Bruno: From: Hawaii
Current living situation: LA, California; 4 bedroom, 3 bath home, huge home w/ his girlfriend Natalie and Ryan
Age:28
Appearance: Big chocolate, brown puppy dog eyes,5’5, curly dark brown hair, caramel skin
Natalie Days: From: The Dominican Republic
Current living situation: LA, California; 4 bedroom, 3 bath home, huge home w/ boyfriend Bruno Mars and Ryan
Age:24
Appearance: Long lashes, full lips, straight hair, nicely proportioned body, sun kissed skin, hazel eyes, 5’4
Isa Khalani: From: Hawaii
Current living situation:LA, California; A middle-class family home, with her one sibling (Austin)
Age:16
Appearance: Grey eyes, full wavy hair, pierced- left side of nose, 5’3, sandy tan skin
——- Lialah’s Point Of View”
Ring, Ring, Ring, Rin-
"Ughh" I stretched my arms hitting the alarm clock more urgently than expected, knocking over the alarm clock on to the floor, furthermore breaking it. My parents are going to kill me and- oh no I hope I didn’t wake up Toby and Ashlin.I looked over to the other side of the cramped, raged, apartment bedroom to see my younger brother and sister sound asleep in their bunks. Pheww. My brown eyes wondered the room looking for no particular thing, there was nothing for me to look at that actually looked pleasing to look at. I mean the floors were old and creaky, the furniture beat-up and dusty, and the ugly, painted shut window with the view of a run-down LA apartment building similar to the one my family lived in. The sight of this room made me shudder when we first moved here but I guess I’m used to it as my eyes wondered once again across the room it reached a pink antique mirror that I absolutely despised of because it “emphasizes my ugliness” as I always say. Deciding to finally get out of bed I hobble over to the horrid mirror and stare at myself, examining my darkish tan skin. My curly course hair flowing down my shoulders to the nape of my neck, I of course was no supermodel, anyone could tell that by my boring tomboyish style and my ordinary looks. But that was not my dream anyways I was more into dancing, it was my passion and the only thing extraordinary people noticed about me. I mean at school dances when I was somehow caught dancing I got a few pats on the back and some recognition other than the quiet some what, creepy girl who was just there. I was definitely no ballerina, I mean yeah I could do all of that just as good as professionals but I was more into hip hop and jazz. Back in Hawaii when I lived there and before everything went wrong I took dance lessons. It was basically my pride and joy and way of comfort but now that joy was put on hold. I just couldn’t wait until I turned 18 and got to leave home to be out on my own so I didn’t have to deal with all that I had to, I mean I would definitely miss my family but needed to get away and pursue my dream of being a professional dancer.
