Post by noni dalton on May 15, 2011 23:16:58 GMT -5
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name, veronica blythe dalton.
nickname (s), noni, and only noni.
age, twenty one.
hometown, london.
birthday, four may.
mother, beatrice dalton, forty three & socialite.
father, carlisle dalton, fifty five & .
siblings, lisette dalton, deceased.
role model, grace kelly.
history,
THE OPINIONS.
A LETTER
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THE BASICS.
name, veronica blythe dalton.
nickname (s), noni, and only noni.
age, twenty one.
hometown, london.
birthday, four may.
mother, beatrice dalton, forty three & socialite.
father, carlisle dalton, fifty five & .
siblings, lisette dalton, deceased.
role model, grace kelly.
history,
i was born in london, my father has a bulletproof trades company and the headquarters are there, but my dad opened up an office and moved us here after my little sister died from a fever she'd gotten when we'd been on holiday in africa. i'm not the biggest fan, i loved london but i wanted to get away too, i didn't want to have to think about her. though where it stands now i'd like to go back, i need a change.
THE OPINIONS.
"veronica has always been such a pleasant child, went to all her lessons and excelled in almost everything we set up for her. she had some troubles in prep school, falling into the wrong crowd as children some times do, but she's really a lovely and vivacious young girl with such a bright future."beatrice dalton, forty three, mother
"noni was the textbook definition of high-maintenance. she's spoiled, and while she is a sweet girl sometimes she always wants things her way,. it's the home she comes from and really she's pretty much the same as any girl from a family background like hers, but it doesn't mean i enjoyed. she seemed a lot different from the other girls we went to school with but really, when you got to know her she was exactly the same prep school as any other."cavander farnsworth, twenty two, ex-boyfriend.
A LETTER
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i still have no idea why i'm writing these letters to you but i have a big box of them i started writing when mom said she was pregnant with you. i couldn't bear to stop. not much is different since i've written you last, mother and father are still as militant about latin and piano and tennis and riding and classes and just... all these things i won't need, or won't make a difference in the long run. i'm fighting tooth and nail to stop riding, i know you loved when we went riding together but i just think about that spring we were in france, you'd just gotten your pony and we were riding on the beach. oh, pretty girl, i miss you so much. i envy you often, how much fun must it be without a care in the world, like you have now. though i guess i shouldn't say that to mother she'd have me locked up in a split. i love you sweet girl, until next time.[/blockquote][/sub]
with love,
noni.
WORDS TO LIVE BY"life isn't about the breaths you take but the moments that take your breath away."
liz, resident, pl.
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made by kayla, inspired by erin & liz.
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