Don't be Yourself!! (On Hold, Sorry!)

Don't be Yourself!! (On Hold, Sorry!)

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Whatever you do, don't be yourself! That's my motto. I'm going into the acting career so, it's more fun to just always be somebody different all the time- instead of just on the set. I hate being myself, because I've never been accepted as just being me. It's easier for me to forget who I really am and just dive into a fictional person. So, my name is Paige and I'm coming from Pierre, South Dakota where I lived with my mother, step-father and big brother named Mikey. I was home schooled, so they won't expect any background files. I dyed my hair from the black it once was to a medium brown. I am wearing colored contacts to take my obnoxious blue eyes, to a brown, almost black. I spent about maybe a month in the sun so now I have an olive tan kind of skin tone, which is lovely with my new look. However, it is like I am playing a cat and mouse game with my father. My real father. My mother's last words told me to find him so I could know who it is I am. He has been leaving me hints, but he won't show himself and I am told it is because somebody is out to get him. I have told people I gave up on it but that is the last thing I will ever do. I need to know who, or what, I am. Supposedly, he has the answers. So, I am running around the United States, looking for him. I smile and carry my bag onto the plane, only looking forward to the new future that awaits me. There's no going back, I am now Paige Moore.
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I am a pretty simple person and so was my life before everything changed. My name is Rayla Bones; I just turned sixteen years old. I have long black hair, and light brown skin, and a small, fragile body but with great curves like any other native Indian girl. I was raised on a reservation until I was about five. Then I moved to a small town in Texas, which was no different at all. I was always living with my family in this small house all until my mother divorced my father and remarried a man that I never even got to meet. His name is John. Sure, they met through work, and mom believes he’s the one for her, but I totally doubt it. I might just be in denial, but from what she tells me about him, he sounds like a joke, but he’s not important to me. You should know my life is nothing without my family, so I might as well tell you who they are. I look just my father, Ray, except that he is built and has darker skin. My mother, Kristin, has my body and hair type, but she is taller, and her skin is very light. Nick and Chris are my twin brothers; they are both two chubby five year olds with light brown hair. Last, but certainly not least, is my thirteen year old sister, Nicky. She is an exact splitting image of my mother, except she is younger and also very tall for her age. So that is my small and powered by love family, but I would have never known the boy I literally ran into would be the one to save my life from the person I was supposed to call father. . (Copyrighted to Niecy Patricia. Any part of this story/work CANNOT used, adapted, or copied without the creator's full permission.)

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