MURPHY, annabel eva

[ANNABEL EVA MURPHY]

annabel eva murphy, *

SENIOR, SEVENTEEN, COMPLICATED, ASHLEY GREENE, CONTRIDICTORY, HETEROSEXUAL

FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

Fashionable, high-maintenance ‘nose in the air’ bitch. The blackberry on a mahogany dresser chirps once, twice, thrice, before relaying to an up-tempo mix of Katy Perry’s Circle the Drain. In her precious phone’s attempt at breaking the silence of the night, Anna was drawn out of her slumber. Off in her closet, on the mannequin that she had dressed the previous night were the clothes that she had picked out for day. The clothing on her back, the accessories that she designates to accentuate the look she is going for; perfectly crafted and highly thought over, a task that used to take hours to complete successfully, had only taken her minutes before. Designer labels, vintage feels, her perfected appearance; it’s what most people see. The way that she carries herself – demanding attention, demanding you respect her, being called ma’am by people her own age, fees waved at every chance – many have a somewhat false opinion of who that well-dressed teenage girl is. Many see her as over-privileged, unaware, high-maintenance, going through life without having to lift a finger. While her family does have money, and demands a perfected image, Anna is down to earth. She tries to be, at least. She prides herself in working hard and getting things done, and will not accept failure. She’s much too proud to accept such a thing.

FRIEND’S IMPRESSIONS.

Reliable, bipolar, feisty, outgoing, protective, caring, contradictory. At one moment, a smile is brightening her stunning features, and at the next, a glare is hardening it. Simply to say, Anna's moods shift from one to the next in a matter of seconds. She's always the first one to cry at the movies, not that it has ever bothered her. Her vastly changing moods can throw her into trouble, and is often what she blames any burst of anger towards. She has no clue why she's this moody - neither of her parents were like this. Her mother had controlled everything with a confident sense of force, while her father was a calm man that often hid what he was feeling, unless it was truly important. Though Anna's mood shifts could give a person whiplash, she's normally one extreme or the other. Rather caring and outgoing, she loves to make someone's day, or she's upset and ignoring nearly everyone with the fear that she would lash out at them. From this trait, she also has quite a temper. It plays into her argumentative, cocky, and rather bitchy traits as well, giving her a bit of a bite. She doesn't hid this either - she's learned that it does no good. Anna can't keep her emotions in check, so they're bound to go haywire.

Anna loves being out, loves being in the limelight, and loves people being around her. She doesn't like to be alone - it bothers her - and therefore, keeps a lot of friends close to her. She's out nearly every night, and if she's not, then she has people over. She simply can't sit still. Whether it be shopping, dancing away her worries at the local hit nightclub, or just driving around, looking for trouble, Anna can't stand not having anything to do. She's an outgoing girl, very charismatic, and makes friends easy. If one of her friends is having an off night, she'll be the one to drag them away and make it the best night of their life. People gravitate towards Anna - her want for a good time, her million-watt smile, her infectious laughter. She wants others to have a good time, and will normally keep her issues inside so others won't have to deal with them. Depending on who the people around are, and whether she trusts them enough to spill her heart out. There aren't many that she trusts enough to do that with sober, and once you're there Anna will have her grips on you until you do something to hurt her or her pride. She takes things personal, she just can't help it. Comebacks and revenge are two things that she adores - and if you hurt her, then you lost her trust, and be prepared for both.

Always looking out for others best interests, Anna will be sweeter than sugar towards you. Whether it's an act or no depends on the situation and who you are, but it is just her default. You can never go wrong with nice, she figures. And every now and again, it can really get you places. With her upbringing, she was raised to be polite and respectful, which are both things that she holds dearly to her now, things that she lives by. She always has a warm embrace and an encouraging smile at hand for whoever needs it, and is someone who always wants to help out however she can. Even if she can't, she'll try. Anna tends to play 'mother' to a lot of people, on purpose or no, whether she trusts them or no. First impressions stand out in her mind, and she finds them important. Half the time she doesn't mean to be judgmental, and often feels guilty over it later, but it's something about herself that she can't shake off. It sticks to her, and she's tried her hardest to pull it away from her, only proving to be unsuccessful. All in all, she'd determined. Her eyes are set on a bright and shining future, and Anna wouldn't let anything get in the way of that. Her flaws are plentiful, but she does know how to hide most of them on command.

ANNA’S IMPRESSION.

Caring, contradictory, complicated, confident. Are you really asking me to tell you all about who I am? Well, get comfortable. I think I know myself pretty damn well, and you seem interested enough. That’s not much of anything new though, but I’ll get off of my high horse for now.

Some of my peers have called me a bipolar bitch, and don’t tell, but there’s some truth to that. I know that I’m not the nicest person in the world majority of the time. I’ll accept it when you call me a bitch. But I’m not just a bitch. My moods shift like no other. I’m an emotional person, and I tend to let my emotions control me. Therefore, I’m a rather passionate person. Even I can’t deny my faults; they make me who I am. I’m not always the nicest person, nor am I the most modest. I tend to be controlling, and I like to have things go my way. I know that things don’t always work out, but I’ve learned that if I try hard enough, I can change how things will work out, and make everything a little bit better. I try to be selfless, but it’s difficult.

I’m one of those girls who can make friends with you in a moment’s time. I like to have fun, and people have told me it just has something to do with the way that I carry myself. I’m confident, and people tend to be drawn to confident people. Confident people make you feel more confident. As long as you’re at ease, you’re more likely to be yourself, and to be happy with who you are. It’s that moment when you finally see that people actually like you, they like who you are. I love watching people have that moment. I love making people happy; it’s like my life passion or something. I’m the type that can put you at ease. I don’t even try most of the time – it just sort of happens. I like to have a good time, and I like to meet new people.

I’m judgmental. And I won’t lie, but I care about my social life. I care about what people think about me, at least to a degree. It doesn’t stop me from being myself, but I am a teenage girl. I’d like to think that I’m well-liked, and that no one out there was some warped view of me. Bad views I can understand, as long as they’re justified. And the same goes with the good opinions as well. If you think I’m some fallen angel, perfect in every way – please get over that quickly. I’m not perfect. I’m one of the farthest things from it. I love who I am, yes, but I can’t deny the facts.

Recently I’ve realized I tend to put little acts on. I’ll pretend to be nice to someone that I don’t like, just because being nice is always a good first option. If I don’t like you, though, then there are no guarantees. I will probably be a bitch to you, but I might play nice if you have something that I like. I’m not the type that can just sit back and let things happen - I have to have some type of control. I do, I don’t wait for things to be done for me. I don’t take the easy route. I take the route that gets things done, the route that gets things done right. Why else would you put time into anything? I’m never going to be a damsel in distress - I can take care of myself. I’m crazy stubborn and I’ve grown up dependent on myself, no one else. I’ve lost trust in people. I can’t just blindly hand off my heart or my trust anymore, both have been broken far too many times over rather trivial and pointless things. I’m learning what’s important, but it’s taking some time. I’m bound to make a million more mistakes.

HISTORY, FAMILY, SOCIAL-STATURE, SECRETS.

A good place to start would be family, right? My family is practically nonexistent. My mother has told me that I should have been an abortion, that they should have just gone through with their plans and aborted me. It’s not the easiest thing to hear, but I’ve definitely gotten over it by now. She’s a bitch, and my father just fades in the background and ignores me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a full, actual conversation with him. He’s a workaholic, but he owns his own law firm, so I guess I can forgive him. Straight out of law school he started it, having come from old money. He and my mother were already married; they had met years and years ago on his graduation trip to France, where he picked her up like some common place prostitute. It was practically a dream come true for her; some rich American, going-to-be-a-lawyer, old money hotshot picks her up and sweeps her away for this “fairytale life”. She became his trophy. I really don’t think that they’re at all in love, but then again, I never see them interact. He’s always in his office, and she’s always out socializing or controlling my life.

She pushed me into modeling at a young age, along with pageants and etiquette classes and whatever else. She was training me to be a trophy wife, to be the silent woman behind a powerful man, to be some guys’ permanent arm candy. That’s not for me. I’m the type of woman that is the even more powerful woman next to a powerful man. There wasn’t anything I could do about everything that my mother has forced me into. I ditched the pageants at age thirteen, but the etiquette classes and modeling kept on going. I was making a name for myself; my mother always told me that. I would thank her later. My beauty was all that I had, so I had to use it in every way that I could, or else I’d fail. As you can see, I wasn’t brought up sheltered or coddled. This is what was drilled into my head my entire childhood. I have confidence in myself, and I know that I’m not just a pretty face. But I am still modeling, and I’d like to think that I’m polite and well-mannered, at least towards adults. It’s how I was brought up.

My pre-teen years were difficult. I rebelled. I ditched out on modeling shoots, I ignored my mother, I went out and partied every night with the high school popular kids. I hooked up with random guys. I was drunk out of my mind, possibly drugged, when I lost my virginity. I was thirteen. Sex has never meant much to me, and I didn’t put much on it at the time, but now it bugs me a bit more. I don’t even know the name of the guy who took my virginity. I can’t even remember his face. And in the next two years, I had probably slept with nearly fifty guys. When I finally realized that I needed to stop this drinking and partying and sex, I pulled out. I wanted out. Now it’s as if no one remembers those days – a lot of people don’t know that I was such a slut. I mostly partied at college parties, and this was years ago. No one knows, and no one will ever know this part of my past.

Not all too much has changed, strangely enough. I’m hardly around my parents anymore; I spend most of my time with friends. Out, or at their houses. I spend little time at my house, at least when my parents are home. Recently, things have been really difficult for me. My last relationship lasted about two months – at first, I thought he was sweet as can be. I really, really liked him. He had this sense of humor, this wit… He was really intelligent, but seemed like he could show me a life that I hadn’t caught but a glimpse of. It was a relationship that grew complicated fast – whenever we fought, he would verbally abuse me. He doesn’t trust me; he often thinks that I was screwing around with other guys behind his back, every single time that I’m not around him. He thinks I’m fucking my best friend, and his little brother, and all of his friends too.

When he was really, really drunk he slapped me around a little. It wasn’t much of anything – he was drunk, probably high too. But it happened again, and again. I’m not the type to sit back and let this kind of thing happen. It shouldn’t have happened to me in the first place. I’m an independent woman. I do things myself, no help necessary. I really do like him, though. A lot. The point is, I got pregnant. I knew that he would leave me with the pregnancy, and everyone would know, and I would be trapped. I hadn’t really liked kids before this was all over and done with. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I booked an appointment at the clinic for an abortion. It was simple enough. I didn’t tell anyone that I was pregnant, let alone getting an abortion – no one knew, no one had to know. It was a wake-up call, though. I need to be more careful. I’ve been trying to come up with excuses to not sleep with him, but I’m kind of worried that he’ll force himself on me if I stop all together, like I want to. And now I… I can’t stop thinking about what that baby would have been like. My baby.

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For her entire life, Anna had never thought that she would be taking pole dancing lessons. Granted, she had danced with the aid of a stripper pole before, but that was just her messing around. It could hardly be classified under this caliber. Taylor had gone to Target a couple of days prior, picking up lingerie and stripper outfits galore, along with some stunning stripper heels. When she had voiced to bring whatever each girl felt was needed, Anna raided her own closet, stripper outfits in mind. Yesterday she had been digging through her over-flowing closet, and finally reached her stash of lingerie. Most of it was gifts from various companies, each making an attempt to catch my eye to strut down the runway in their skimpy designs. She had tried her hand at modeling lingerie, and while it gave you a different type of rush than what she had been used to, a better rush, the list of stalkers had almost tripled. Deciding that it just wasn’t worth it, the idea travelled to the recesses of her closet along with the lacey, silky gifts. As she pulled them out, a triumphant smirk on her face, she threw them onto her bed. She wanted to put them on now, but she also wanted to save it for her time with her sexual deviant friends. With a brief glance at the clock on her dorm room wall, she realized that she was due to arrive at a shoot in ten minutes, while the drive was scheduled at fifteen. Mumbling expletives under her breath, adrenalin filled her system as she jumped up, grabbing her things and running out of the room on her four-inch heels, the lingerie still lying on her bed, forgotten until the following day.

While the previous day had been hectic, Anna was ready to spend her day of after-school freedom with her friends, learning how to properly dance like a stripper. From what she had heard, Tay had talked to the contractor while in Target, and everything was set. The stripper room would be added into the Holden mansion, for their enjoyment. Anna couldn’t help but wonder why she was so excited for this – a normal person would be dreading it, unless they were actually a stripper themselves, and making a living out of it. She had never particularly cared what people thought of her, so that wasn’t an issue. They were just doing it for fun, anyways. But she was excited, and found herself looking forward to it. It was just what they needed, a fun thing where they could all spend time together, and it was something for them to joke over. It was only better considering the fact that they hadn’t needed to sign themselves up for an actual class – like Flirty Girls Fitness, or whatever it was called, for example – Kelsey could teach them. It was perfect, really. They would have the freedom of dressing as they wish, in their cases going all out, channeling their inner-stripper personas.

Pulling into the Holden’s driveway, she parked her Aston Martin where she normally did, grabbing her keys and selecting the spare key for the Holden’s house. She mostly had it for the times where she offered to help in a time of need, like what had happened two days ago. Taylor had kept “misplacing” her children, even if they weren’t old enough to actually get lost. They had searched and searched, finally getting all of them eventually, before losing them again and beginning the process over again. The fiasco had ended with Taylor taking medication for the gash on her head, and Anna sitting with the kids with Veggie Tales on the TV. Later, Taylor went to Target for food, but even that didn’t stay uneventful. She had returned with lingerie and stripper heels, had been chased by a Spanish worker, and had met an extremely gorgeous, sexy gay man, who she told Anna’s lesbian lover story to. All in all, it had been quite a day, just as this one was bound to be.

She unlocked the door for her and the other two girls, a shopping bag in one hand and purse flung over her shoulder, making her way for the basement. As she entered the stripper room, her jaw dropped just a little. ”Amazing what money can get, huh?” Anna just nodded, a grin on her features, bouncing a little in her excitement. ”This is going to be great, I can just feel it,” she exclaimed, her voice detailing her excitement. ”Tay, this room is so perfect!” Anna dropped her bags, running up to the stage, attacking Taylor in a hug. Pulling away, she started moving her body to the music, dancing in her excitement for the evening that lay ahead of them. Her eyes studied the room with awe as she did so, noticing the clothes, the lights, the bar, and the chairs. ”Taylor, are you really expecting this much of an audience for us?” She questioned, eyeing her friend doubtfully, as she had no intentions of actually becoming a stripper. This was just for some fun girl time. Hopping off of the stage, she looked back up at Taylor as she walked towards the bar. ”I’m allowed to drink your booze, right?” Anna knew to ask, even if Taylor wasn’t 21 either, it was still her house. She was 17, almost 18, and even if she knew that Taylor really didn’t care, she still thought it was polite to ask, even if the way she worded the question didn’t leave much room for serious disapproval.