`melissa mcgurie

[``melissa lauren mcguire]

MELISSA LAUREN MCGUIRE;;

underneath it all;;

[/color] and I'm SIXTEENyears old.
I'm been doing this for FOUR YEARS
and you cant reach me by PM, EMAIL, OR THE EVER POPULAR MYSPACE[YOU CAN PM ME FOR THE LAST TWO].
I also master of NONE[/size][/center][/ul]

all about me;;
name;; melissa lauren mcguire
nicknames;; mel,melonhead,lissa,m&m
birthday;; october 31
age;; nineteen
year;; -----
sex;; female
sexual orientation;; bi-sexual, then again, who isn't now a days?
band && position;; twentytwo days of heartbreak && bass guitar

mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; black,layered and short
PRETTY eyes;; bluee
WEIGHT;; oneohfour
HEIGHT;;5'4"
DISTINGUISHING features;; all the tattoos and gauges
LOOK alike;; Mandy Murders
overall appearance;; Weight: Lets put it this way: She’s been accused of anorexia or bulimia on so many occasions she's stopped counting. Does she have either of these quality's about her? Nope. She’s in love with food more then she’s in love with Oliver Sykes. What’s her weight exactly? 104. Blame the high metabolism and vegetarian oddity's about her.

Height: She hates talking to tall people, it hurts her neck. She stands at about 5'4, and is essentially proud of it. Maybe its the fact that she’s afraid of heights, and being so low to the ground makes her feel safe...sort of. There is a few things she hates about being so short. for example: when sitting at the movies a person that’s 2 inches taller then her can sit in front of her and she’s instantly screwed.

Face/Hair: Her face has that flare of the early decades to it. Bright eyes, prominent cheekbones and a small nose that flattens out slightly at the end. Her eyes are that uncanny color of hazel that can show off her pure lust or anger at any situation. Her hair is the result of a freak bleaching accident that she learned to love, and will probably stick with it for a long time. The cut is long and shaggy, ending just below her shoulders. Usually pushed up into a messy ponytail or straightened so its flat as a board. You'll be lucky if you ever see this girl even attempt some curls.

Usual Attire: Casual. She can usually be found wearing a cherished pair of jeans and a t-shirt showing off some kind of band. Her shoes are mostly vans, converse and the rare pairs of etnies that she uses for skating. Her jeans are in 3 colors: black, dark blue or dark Grey. She’s a regular rainbow. T-shirts are usually black, same with hoodies. She’s unsure how many bright t-shirts she has, but probably less then you can count on one hand.



deep down;;
LOVE it;;

HATE it;;

REALLY GOOD at;;

KINDA BAD at;;

THOSE little THINGS;;

GOALS;;

overall personality;; Outspoken: Melissa seems to always be popping up with random words of insult or advice. She's a helpful person at times, as long as you're only asking for her help when she's sober. It doesn't matter who you are or what click you're in, it's as simple as this: She hates to see people picked on or bullied, and as long as you haven't crossed the girl in the past, she'll be there to help you when you need it. But on the other hand, if you have had a problem with her, Melissa won't waste her time talking behind your back or silently ruining your life. She prefers the more confrontational method of fixing things.

A Little Random: She may have a tough exterior but on the inside it's a mixture of the two. She loves to laugh and smile and to have a good time but she's also very protective of her friends. She doesn't like to see them hurt. As for herself, Mel has had enough pain in her life she's learned how to mask her emotions well. Sure, her temper bubbles over the most and you'll rarely see her cry unless your one of her close friends, those of which she doesn't have many of due to the consistent trust problems she's encountered in her rotations on this earth.

A Quiet Girl?: Not at all. Melissa is in love with the party life and everything that goes along with it. Take for instance, the bright side: drinks, laughing, lights, dancing, music, random hookups etc. The girl has made many friends in the bright lights of the club, whether it be buying someone a drink or just returning a dropped purse she watched fall. She loves the buzz that tends to burn her brain on a nightly basis, but I wouldn't exactly call her an alcoholic. The dark side of the club however, she's flirted with as well. Drug dealers dealing things young girls should never touch, but the exotic taste always did taunt her. You would figure being spun out in the bathroom of enough clubs would teach the kid a lesson, but apparently not. She still dabbles in the dark side, though she's learned enough sense to stay away from the majority of it.

Loyal: Extremely. Melissa is like well, a well trained dog. She follows [most] directions well, when not forced to do them. She tends to end up as the one whom people confide in, for some strange reason. She doesn’t exactly look trustworthy, but as long as you don't betray her own good judgment your secrets will never leak to the outside world. However, don't take that as immediate friendship, if it comes down between yourself and her, she will save her own neck in the end. With her background, she's learned that yes, friendship and trust is important, but saving your own ass should always come first, and it usually does.

Overall: Shes like a little tornado basically. She isn’t bi polar, but she can switch her emotions up as quickly as the best actors. With her ADHD, she bounces off the walls and tends to talk to strangers about random things like ice cream or a new cd that came out. Even though she doesn’t trust easily, she has many close friends that are alright with her being so…separate from their emotions. She keeps her past in the past, and her eyes focused on the future since that seems like the only bright thing in her life.



valuables;;
BEST memory;; days in the park with her father when she was little, minus the time she got bit by a goose though
WORST memory;; her fathers death
MOST VALUED possession;;her dogtags;;they have a picture of her father on them, she cherishes those things and barely takes them from her neck[/color][/size]

HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; carson city, nevada
parents;; mother • linda mary stone&&thirty-nine
mother's occupation • housewife
STEP-father • andrew ray stone&&fourty-four
STEP-father's occupation • ceo of some computer company
pets;;a four month old black and white kitten named misfit
history;;
I was born under the maiden name of McGuire, prodigy of Robert and Linda, though all expectations for me were dropped at an early age. We were happy together, had family outings and all that suburban crap you do on summer days. My father was one of those men you can’t help but love. A laugh like a wave and crinkles in his cheeks that could turn any child’s frown upside down. My mother was well, my mother. I take after her in ways of emotion and looks right down to the wrinkle between the brows when façade is sullen. I remember the day that my world crashed and burned clearly. Bright lights, strangers voices, my mothers cries and the sound of a phones ringing. The disaster that sent the house into an uproar? The death of our patriarch Robert. That is all the information you need about the man, but the events that came after are a completely different story.

My mother became a drunk and abuser of all substances, liquid and powder alike. Druggies were in and out of the house continually, sometimes staying for long periods of time passed out or strung out. I was only 10 at the time. During the next few years of my pre-adolescent stage I acquired quite a few scars, both emotional and physical. Cigarette burns, punches, bruises, scratches, cuts, biting. You name it and I most likely have a scar to prove it. When I reached the age of 14, everything took a turn for the better.

My mother met and married a man named Andrew, whom apparently had a plentiful amount of money that I became a sole heir to. My mother was cleaner then shed ever been, and happy. Actually, happy for once. I was proud of her, and I didn’t want to mess it up if I could help it. We rose in stature to upper middle class, which I welcomed easily for I would rather live in a nice house then a nasty, drug filled one.

Then of course, natural teen rebellion set in and I began running with the wrong crowd, becoming my mothers daughter in a matter of weeks. Drugs ran through my system and a cigarette was almost always stuck between my fingers with the sweet nicotine scent wrapping itself around my clothes. Alcohol came as naturally to me as water, and well, I was like a fish when it came to that type of drink. Oh, and my favorite past time of my youth? Running my happy ass away from the cops who seemed to be around every friggin’ corner. It was ridiculous.

And the night of the accident. A rather rude emotional brawl with my mother had pressed me into a bad mood, causing me to gleefully escape the house as soon as my friends knocked asking for a favor. The favor, you ask? Be a drug runner. Simple enough. She’d done it before. Take the product to the customers, let em inspect it, get the money and scram. Easy peasy, right? Well, for this particular night, not so much.

It seems my “friends” were against me from the start, getting me into one of the rougher drug circles I soon found myself 2 hours later handcuffed in the back of a police car with the words “arrested for possession of cocaine with intention to sell” and along with a few petty thefts and other drug charges, I was shit out of luck. So much for my teen years being the best, huh?

After attending a detention facility for 2 months, and a rehabilitation center after that, I was finally deemed acceptable back to public and promptly sent away to boarding school. Gosh, don’t you just love parents?


FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrase;; 'It's not a party if it happens every night'
your OTHER work;;

• • •I'm Ready To Go, Baby

Where is it where is it where is ittttt?! Melissa's slightly frantic vocals emmitted in a small squeal as she drug through her suitcase quickly, clothes flying every which way possible. Melissa could have sworn she had packed her gorgeous EOS 40D Digital Canon camera. that thing was her baby! It cost over 1200 dollars, causing almost a year to save up for that damn thing. It was her one true love, besides her guitar and well, besides partys, and alcohol, and coffee. Okay so it was one of many of her "one" true loves that seemed to get more and more everyday. Having reached near the end of her suitcase she moved onto her duffle bag, reaching inside only to be met with the feeling of another bag.What the hell did i pack? She murmured to herself as she pulled out a small backpack, like a little kids, in the form of a Elephant. Aweee, its was cute. Un zipping the bag she pulled out a rather large wad of clothes. Inside a big tshirt was a pair of shorts. Inside the shorts were a few bras stuffed with socks and in the center of those sat her baby. her beloved camera.sweet victory! She squeaked as she pulled out the camera and hugged it to her chest. Huh, for such a beloved camera she should probably name it. The girl named everything. Random animals, lamps, people who's names she didnt know yet. You know. The usual.

Considering it was a bit muggy outside and to hot for melissa's taste she had narrowed down her options of activities today to two things: the movies or the mall. And well, it was kind of depressing to go to the movies by herself because who was she going to lean over and mock the previews with? No one thats who, so the choice of the mall was perfectly clear in her mind. Stuffing the thrown clothes back into her suitcase and her sercurity device for her camera back into one large clump which was placed inside the elephant bag which was then placed inside the duffle bag she tossed them back into her closet, leaving the camera safetly on her bed. Going into the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and fixing her slightly smeared eyeliner she glanced down at her clothes. Practical enough. Half Cab Vans which you could see her rainbow socks just peaking over the edge, black shorts that ended modestly enough..kindof. Well atleast they weren't slut shorts okay, its not like if she bent over everything would be revealed.They were a good length and comfy, which was good enough for her. Plus they made her short legs look a little longer, but still a little paler then usual. Eh, maybe she did need a little sun in her life but she was sure that she woud be burned soon enough on tour, so the girl was in no rush. Finally, to top it off she pulled on a purple v-neck tshirt with white lettering stating that "LOVEISTHEMOVEMENT" which in her mind it was. Well if people stopped making violence the answer all the damn time. Stoopids.

Deeming hersef acceptable for public, meaning she was fully clothed and not about to run outside naked like one drunken episode outside a rather crowded bar. Ugh, not a memory she would like to revist ever, ever again. She was probably never going to show her face around that area of L.A ever again.Running her fingers through her bangs she grabbed a red bull of the dresser and the camera, stuffing them both easily in a black batman backpack, because we all know batman is the best super hero ever. Screw spiderman, he whinned to much. The hulk was cool, but melissa swore one day the pants were going to be ripped off to and she would be forever scarred. Iron man was...decent but seriously. Batman. He was the shit. Not to mention anyone that had ever played batman in a movie was relatively hot. yay. And finally, she set out for the mall.Reaching the mall she almost made a mad dash inside to escape the heat and welcome the almost freezing atmosphere of the mall. Yay for industrial A/C. Fingertips reached up, moving her bangs from her vision. It was habit. She probably should star bobby-pinning them to the side but there was the fear that in the attempt she would stab herself in the eye and go blind because lets face it, she didn't have the steadiest hands in the world.

Deciding not to choose a store just yet she wandered around for a while, avoiding the glances of most people, happy that no one had figured out who she was yet. Then again she was only the guitarist, it was the lead singer that got most of the recognition, so melissa had sympathy for Alana. Finding a fountain in the middle of the mall melissa raised her eyebrows. A fountain. In the mall. fuck the what?! Eyeing it for a moment before shurgging her shoulders she took a seat on the edge like most people were doing and set her backpack next to her. Alright so the mall by yourself was kindof boring too and melissa was fiending to go into the toy store and act like an idiot, but she needed an acomplice for that. Ugh, when was a friendy face when you needed one?

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