Post by danielle kristen sin on Mar 4, 2010 13:51:09 GMT -5
DA N I E L L E - K R I S T E N - S I N ,
nicknames ,
- - - Danni
age ,
- - - Seventeen
occupation ,
- - - Student
member group ,
- - - Junior
personality ,
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shy, anti-social, doesn't trust people, stubborn, emotionless, intelligent, aggressive, pessimistic, survivalist, sensitive, sarcastic, easy, whore.
family ,
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julie karren (gunn) sin - 32 - mother - stripper
carter jay sin - 33 - step-father - drug dealer
history ,
- - - A life of abuse and neglect can do a lot to a child. Whether it be emotional or physical pain, it didn't really matter. Children were not meant to be hit by their parents or left in a room by themselves for days on end with a bottle of water and a slice of bread, and yet, that's what happened to Danni Sin.
Danni grew up practically alone. Her parents never really paid attention to her, and when they did acknowledge her presence, it was really to tell her to get out of the way.
Julie didn't know why she just didn't get an abortion the moment that the fifteen year old girl found out that she was pregnant. Maybe it was the fact that her parents were super religious and wouldn't let her, or maybe it was just because she didn't have the money. After giving birth, Julie instantly left her parents home in Florida, with the child not knowing what she would do, but had the feeling that she needed to get away. She moved to California where she got a crappy job and attempted to take care of Danni.
It was only when Danni was four that she started to become neglected and abused. Julie had gotten a boyfriend by the name of Carter Sin. He was a drug dealer and seemed to like Julie, but didn't care for Danni at all. Several times he told Julie to put the young girl up for adoption, but each time the teen mother refused. That was when the abuse started, and Julie never did anything to stop it.
Danni started school late, being shipped off to an elementary boarding school at the age of six at the word of Carter. Danni didn't necessarily hate the school, but she was quiet and kept to herself. Maybe it was the years of abuse starting to kick in, or maybe it was the lack of human interaction that turned her into an anti-social child not willing to talk to anyone for fear of being neglected as her mother and "step-dad" had.
The teachers were all concerned for Danni's welfare when she came to school covered in bruises or crying, but never said anything. Some days she was scared into being mute, and others she would utter small words, and yet she retained all of the information that was thrown at her.
The years passed quickly. Julie had gotten married to Carter and forced Danni to take his last name, something that she didn't have a choice in anyway. Danni continued to attend private schools, not having a choice and never interacting with anyone. She had usually ratty clothes, or unkempt uniforms, but it didn't bother her; at least she had something to wear.
It was at the start of high school that Julie and Carter sent Danni to Northington Academy hoping that when she graduated that she wouldn't have to see her again. Danni attended the academy no problem. She did all of her work and never complained, nor did she talk very much. She refused to make friends, but became a whore. She used the sex that she had with men to rid herself of her past, but each time she had to go home for the summer, or any other school holidays, all of the memories came flooding back, and she was then locked in a room where she was to stay being fed not as much as one should be.
Now a junior, Danni is ready to get the next couple years over with so that she could get away from her "parents" and into a world of her own without neglect or abuse.
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She enjoyed school. Actually, it was the only thing she did like about her day. Now, you may be thinking, "what crazy person actually likes school?" It really wasn't the actual classes that she liked-- though, she did like learning and studying-- but it was more the fact that she was able to get out of school. She begged her mother to let her go to Oakdale after receiving the scholarship for academic excellence. Charlotte had been reluctant thinking only of the clients and her "business", but in the end agreed.
The school bell echoed through the halls of Oakdale signaling the end of the day. Miami looked down at her notebook and sighed. She really didn't want to go home and have to face her mother and her job, but she knew that she had to, or else it would be worse. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Miami closed her notebook and placed it and her pen into her bag before leaving the class, a small wave to her teacher as she left. She didn't bother to go to her locker as she had everything she needed, but slipped into the bathroom instead. She placed her bag on the floor and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. This was the last she was going to see of Miami Angel the school girl. When she got home, or even in the car with her mother, she'd be Miami Angel, the prostitute.
Running a hand through her dark hair, Miami picked up her bag and sighed. It was just going to be another night, and she hoped that tonight she wouldn't get any of the abusive clients. Those were the worse. She still had bruises from last month from a very drunk client who thought it would be fun to slap her around. Miami wiped the tears that had sprung to her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, her head held high as she made her way into the parking lot and into the car where her mother sat at the wheel, a very stern look on her face. "You're late." Charlotte Angel said looking at her daughter. Miami looked down as she fastened her seat belt and nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry mother. I had to use the bathroom." Miami said looking at her mother with sincerity in her eyes. Charlotte looked away from Miami and through the windshield as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street to their home. The car ride was quiet. Miami looked calm over in the passenger seat as she anticipated the arrival home. She knew what she had to do when she got there, even though she didn't like it. She wished that she could be like any other girl her age; chasing after boys her own age, hanging out at the mall and playing with her siblings as a good big sister. But since she was nine, she knew that she wouldn't be able to have any of that.
The moment that they arrived home, Miami got out of the car and headed for the door. She waited for her mother to unlock it before heading in. She'd started up the stairs when her mother stopped her for a moment. "Mimi." Charlotte had said. Miami turned around at the nickname she hated so, but didn't react. "Yes mother?"
"Hurry up and get changed. Your first client should be here soon." Miami looked down and hesitantly nodded. "Yes mother." She said, and with that made her way up stairs and into her room. The sight wasn't even the best, clothes were thrown in random places, magazines were piled on the dresser, and posters of random celebrities lined the walls. Miami placed her bag onto her bed and started to pick up the clothes. Once she'd finish that she went into her closet and changed into her outfit for the evening. A grey mini dress, a white thong and silver heels. Once she was changed, she went to the mirror and reapplied her make-up and tied her curls into a set of pigtails. She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. Only eleven months left until she would be free of this. Eleven more months and she would be able to leave her mother and be free.
Miami strayed away from her mirror and to her bed. She flopped down on the pink comforter, and opened a couple of books. She might as well do some work before her first client came. The moment of the night that she dreaded the most. She hoped tonight would be a good night. She deserved at least one.
The school bell echoed through the halls of Oakdale signaling the end of the day. Miami looked down at her notebook and sighed. She really didn't want to go home and have to face her mother and her job, but she knew that she had to, or else it would be worse. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Miami closed her notebook and placed it and her pen into her bag before leaving the class, a small wave to her teacher as she left. She didn't bother to go to her locker as she had everything she needed, but slipped into the bathroom instead. She placed her bag on the floor and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. This was the last she was going to see of Miami Angel the school girl. When she got home, or even in the car with her mother, she'd be Miami Angel, the prostitute.
Running a hand through her dark hair, Miami picked up her bag and sighed. It was just going to be another night, and she hoped that tonight she wouldn't get any of the abusive clients. Those were the worse. She still had bruises from last month from a very drunk client who thought it would be fun to slap her around. Miami wiped the tears that had sprung to her eyes and walked out of the bathroom, her head held high as she made her way into the parking lot and into the car where her mother sat at the wheel, a very stern look on her face. "You're late." Charlotte Angel said looking at her daughter. Miami looked down as she fastened her seat belt and nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry mother. I had to use the bathroom." Miami said looking at her mother with sincerity in her eyes. Charlotte looked away from Miami and through the windshield as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street to their home. The car ride was quiet. Miami looked calm over in the passenger seat as she anticipated the arrival home. She knew what she had to do when she got there, even though she didn't like it. She wished that she could be like any other girl her age; chasing after boys her own age, hanging out at the mall and playing with her siblings as a good big sister. But since she was nine, she knew that she wouldn't be able to have any of that.
The moment that they arrived home, Miami got out of the car and headed for the door. She waited for her mother to unlock it before heading in. She'd started up the stairs when her mother stopped her for a moment. "Mimi." Charlotte had said. Miami turned around at the nickname she hated so, but didn't react. "Yes mother?"
"Hurry up and get changed. Your first client should be here soon." Miami looked down and hesitantly nodded. "Yes mother." She said, and with that made her way up stairs and into her room. The sight wasn't even the best, clothes were thrown in random places, magazines were piled on the dresser, and posters of random celebrities lined the walls. Miami placed her bag onto her bed and started to pick up the clothes. Once she'd finish that she went into her closet and changed into her outfit for the evening. A grey mini dress, a white thong and silver heels. Once she was changed, she went to the mirror and reapplied her make-up and tied her curls into a set of pigtails. She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. Only eleven months left until she would be free of this. Eleven more months and she would be able to leave her mother and be free.
Miami strayed away from her mirror and to her bed. She flopped down on the pink comforter, and opened a couple of books. She might as well do some work before her first client came. The moment of the night that she dreaded the most. She hoped tonight would be a good night. She deserved at least one.
