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So you want to know about me, eh? Alrighty...lets take a trip down memory lane, shall we?



Name: Alexandrea Lee Spell. (Please, call me Alex, luv.)

Age: Fourteen

Sex: Why, a Fembot of course.



My life in a short combo of words:

I'll begin my tale when I was at the tender scarvy age of eight:

My father came home one night from offshore work to find me gone and divorce papers on the kitchen table from my mother. My Mom and her secret lover locked me inside their car and took me from my father, kidnapped me you might say, they both took me to Gulf Shores, Alabama and hid me from my Dad until I was ten. I figured out what they did with me one night as I heard my Mother talking to my step-dad in one of our Hotel rooms we randomly wound up in. I demanded to see my father, my mother ignored my complants, so I tried to find him in the phone book, it was hopeless. My mother left my step-father after he beat her too many times and went crawling back to my father.

Age thirteen

Paul Neal, one of my Dad's good friends decided to come ride one day. Dad told him to stay behind me so I could show him the trails. He didn't listen of course, he rode away from me on my KFX racing fourwheeler, ran down a cliff, broke his back. When I found him he was imbedded into some rocks, screaming, bleeding, asking for me to call my dad.

After that little incident, Dad started drinking. [Paul lived, but is paralyzed] Dad drunk Jack Daniels every single damned day and got violent, and started doing something he's never done before: abused me. He cursed me, hit me, was mean to me...and one day I was so sick of it, I called the DHS [Department of Human Services] and reported him, because I was scared shitless of him. The people came, warned him to stop, and he did for about a week. Until one night he got so drunk he started speeding and hit a pole. I ran out of the truck, running from him, he caught up to me, started dragging me down the street, I got loose from him, ran up into some random house. There was a man inside...i bolted the door shut, dad broke it down, got me, drove away...we got as far as the church, police were chasing us, the man whos house i broke into had called them saying he was dragging me and hitting me. They questioned me, took me back to the police station, where my grandmother picked me up.

Present Day

My Dad's been in jail numerous times...he doesn't drink anymore b/c it cost him his job. I'm emotionally warped from all of that, and don't talk to many people. Dad is jobless, so is my mom. I stay with my Dad on the weekends and my mom on the weekdays. She has a boyfriend that I hate...I'm getting along okay I guess though...I wished sometimes I had a friend to hug and cry to...but I only have my boyfriend. He understands me more than anyone else.

I hope you enjoyed my life's tale...








Johnny Depp is one of the many hotnesses of my life...*sigh*



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