Wassup guys?!
My name is Patience Piper Drew Coleman:) I know, it's a mouthful. I normally go by Drew Spence Coleman. Not just because I think it's a cool name, but because I absolutely hate my first two names. I mean seriously? What was my mum thinking when she named me 'Patience Piper?' Like what the hell? It makes it sound as if she was too flustered by giving birth, that she just said any name that came to mind.
I'm mostly called Drew, but sometimes people call me Spence. I know, they're boys names, but i like 'em. Nobody, except for my family and my bestie, Sasha, know my full name; I plan on it to stay that way!
Okay, enough about my name. Let me tell you a few things about me. I'm fifteen, my birthday is January 19th 1998. I'm also quite tall, I'm 5'9.5 or 5'10". People are so surprised when I tell them that. They always say I look shorter in pictures. I don't know if that's a compliment or not...
I love to dance! It makes me feel free and it's a time when I can make the music control me. I dance with Sasha a lot!! We're dance buddies!
I also sing a lot. I don't really sing in front of people except for my family and Sasha, of course! Momma says I get it from my dad. My biological dad, that is. I probably can't choose between dancing or singing, but if my life depended on it, I'd probably choose the latter!Along with the singing, I also play the guitar and piano. I started taking piano lessons five years ago, but I've been playing the guitar ever since the age of six!!! I love collecting guitars. From acoustic to electric, I don't mind!
I also love to penny board (skateboard in general), paint, listen to music (1D, Jason Aldean, Drizzy, Yeezy.... Anything really), swim (I've been swimming since the age of 8), play basketball (that's probably to blame for my height), skateboard, read, skateboard, eat, eat, eat, food, skateboard... Did I mention skateboard and eat?? I'm sorry, I just love them so much! I like collecting penny boards and long boards a lot!
You're probably wondering if i have a boyfriend.
Of course I have a boyfriend!! I love him a lot, actually. Oh wait... That's a pantry.I have a pantry!
(Shout out to Brent Rivera!)
Haha I told you I love food. My relationship with food is so sensitive, mostly because it's my entire life! (And superwoman)
But seriously, I don't feel the need to have a fellow male homosapien to please me (okay, that sounded better in my head...) or care for me affectionately. Hah just kidding. In other words, I don't feel the need to have a boyfriend at the moment, so I'm not looking for one. Unless you're Alex Pettyfer or Liam Hemsworth. If so, then I will grab you quicker than you can say "love". What?? Don't blame me, blame their parents for making them into absolute miracles.
If you know me, then you know that I'm more of a hipster, chill person. I'm apparently 'tomboyish' and never really liked many girly things. I wouldn't really say I'm considered 'one of the guys' but if you gave me the choice of penny boarding or getting nails done, I'd definitely go for penny boarding! That doesn't mean to say I don't like shopping or getting manicures, I just have my preferences; but, seriously, who doesn't like shopping or having a pampering day?
I have an older brother, Austin Carter Zachary Coleman, and he's eighteen. He annoys me to no extent, and he's so overprotective. I swear to god, if a guy my age even breathes within one meter away from me, he will beat the crap out of him. But in the end, I love him, no matter how annoying or cocky he gets. Some people say we look like each other, but I honestly don't see it. He has beautiful, emerald eyes, whereas mine are a boring poop brown/diarrhoea green colour:( In other words, they are a very ugly hazel/green colour. He thinks that my eyes are very pretty because they have "a red ring around the pupils, and fade into a lighter colour" but that's just a load of bullshit to make me feel better.
It's disgusting how the girls in my school used to literally drool over him, like can you not?? He's not going to college - instead he's pursuing a singing career, and he's about to make it big!I also have a younger sister, Bailee Grace Inés Coleman; she's fourteen years old. We rarely fight, and she's always there for me; not to mention she has incredible in fashion! People sometimes mistake us for twins because of how similar we look. They say that she's the 'copy and paste' version of me but a year younger. I have to admit, we look ridiculously similar!
I'm from so many places! My mum is 1/11 American, 2/11 Brazilian, 3/11 Mexican 2/11 Colombian, 2/11 Hawaiin, 1/11 Filipino and also a little bit French. So I'm basically almost fully Hispanic. But then comes my dad's side. He's 2/5 French, 1/5 Italian and 2/5 American. Crazy mix or what?
My little brother, Andrew Drake Mahone, is probably the cutest little bunny in the whole world. The world was blessed with his presence on February 8th 2007, making him seven. He always sits there and observes things - just staring at you, trying to examine your features and the way you move. It sounds weird and can make people uncomfortable, but he's an interesting one!! He's also VERY intelligent for his age, might I add. He's smart and is quick to observe subtle differences. That's why he can always tell my emotions - whether I'm lying, mad, happy or nervous. Sometimes I think he's too smart for his own good!
You're probably wondering why my little brother looks nothing like me and my siblings, or why he has a different surname. You see, my father passed away when I was five. He died in a car 'accident' trying to protect his wife and his child. The child was me. I still remember the night but I'm still trying to lodge it out of my memory. I've gone strong without him for almost eleven years now, I can't break down; he wouldn't want that.
The 'accident' (I don't want to go into too much detail) gave me a few scars. The main one lies on the side of my rib cage. It starts from the top of my rib cage, a few inches beneath my shoulder blade, and runs all the way down, curving to my stomach. It looks like somebody sliced deep into my skin with a knife. That sounds complicated, but it basically starts near my shoulder blade, runs down my rib cage and curves towards my stomach. Thankfully it's not on my stomach! I don't mind showing it. In fact, I kind of feel proud because it shows that I'm strong and it's kind of like a battle wound. I just don't like people asking questions about how I got it, or when they stare. I have more scars, but they just don't show. They're mostly on my thighs, but they're not as bad and look quite faint.
Enough of that, anyway, I still have a dad though, in fact he's amazing! He's my stepdad and has been ever since I was six. This isn't a typical story, where the girl doesn't like her stepdad. That's just a load of bullshit! This is reality, and in my reality, if it wasn't for my stepdad, I wouldn't be where I am today. He's just like a real dad. He never questions my past, and he isn't even bothered that I call him by his first name. I'm just not ready to. He takes me to dance practice, and everything! He even bought me my first guitar. I can tell that him and my mom love each other a lot, and I respect that! Bless him, he's awesome!
Anyway, moving on from my family. I have one best friend, and she's literally my twin! We've been best friends ever since we were in diapers. She's my other half. We know everything about her, she even know about my past! She always teases me and called me Piper. She knows I hate it, especially when she calls me Pied Piper. Ughh cringe! When she really wants to push my buttons, she goes to the extent of calling my Patience! But it's usually followed by a slap from me...
"Drew"
Oh, that's my cue to leave. Don't worry, you'll learn more about me throughout the book.
Hold on tight, and enjoy the roller coaster ride..
a/n: how was that for a character description?? I hope it wasn't too long or boring! I'll also be doing a character description for her best friend, Sasha:)
Stay beautiful:)
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