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NAME: katherine leigh harper. <BR>
AGE: seventeen years old.<BR>
NICKNAMES: kate<BR>
GENDER: female</BR>
DATE OF BIRTH: december eleven<BR>
ORIENTATION: heterosexual<BR>
MEMBERGROUP: manhattan<BR>
CANON/ORIGINAL: original<BR>
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family:matthew harper // dad<br>
bianca harper sullivan //mom<br>
danielle winters // halfsister<br>
princess maria sophia // pet cat
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housemate the enemy // sebastian maddock
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freckles on her nose<br>
golden hued skin<br>
wide smile<br>
blue eyes<br>
red-brown hair, hints of gold<br>
five foot and three inches
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Question posted on her Facebook: Someone you would like to switch lives with for one day and why.<br><br>
I wouldn't.<br><br>
I like me.<br><br>
I like the shoes I'm in and the skin I wear.<br><br>
Some little girls want to grow up and be a billion different other girls. I always just wanted to be a mermaid or maybe a better version of me.<br><br>
See? I told you I was self-centered.
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From Her Diary:<br><br>
The space under the water slide makes the perfect secret mermaid cave. It is the command center where I issue orders the other members of my mermaid clan. Age eleven, I have spent the summer swimming happily in the neighbor's backyard pool. I play there with my friends, who are about four years my junior. I never seem to get along with the girls my own age, since they are all too old to play my make-believe fairytale games. Too bad for the girls that won't play with us, because we have the time of our lives dusting the world with pixie dust made out of sidewalk chalk, setting out traps for unicorns, and counting the scales on our colorful fins.<br><br>
On this hot summer day, I'm busy wiggling around with my mermaid sisters. We make quick escape after quick escape from the terrifying sharks and sea monsters. As we swim faster and faster around the pool to escape the predators, we also begin to get louder and louder. The stakes are raised, the chase continues, but tragically I become thoroughly invested the throes of<br><br>
a dramatic<br><br>
mermaid<br><br>
death scene.<br><br>
I hear someone call out my name. The voice isn't familiar and it isn't female. Slowly, I stop my noisy splashing and struggling and look up. There in the window stand two boys from my class at school: One of them is my best friend's twin brother and the boy who I secretly have a large crush on.<br><br>
I freeze.<br><br>
There is no possible way that I can save face now. No one my age should be playing mermaids with the little kids in the neighbor's backyard pool. I have been caught doing the most uncool thing a person could possibly ever be doing. I am completely ruined forever. I quickly sink beneath the water and swim along the bottom of the pool to my former perfect secret mermaid cave. But my cave has lost its appeal now.<br><br>
I sigh the sad sigh of a social pariah.<br><br>
I begin to grow up.
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I. <br><br>
Once upon a time, a happy girl had a home. <br><br>
Her parents loved her and called her princess and built her a kingdom where she reigned as the mermaid queen. <br><br>
But then came a slip of a girl with her father’s eyes and her father’s smile. <br><br>
Her name was Danielle, but she said she likes to be called Danny. <br><br>
It was change, it all changed, and she hated it. <br><br>
*<br><br>
“I’m coming with you.” <br><br>
“After high school. I still need to get my bearing, okay? But after, promise.” <br><br>
“I hate him! How could he do that to us?”<br><br>
"I don't know, Kate. Honey, please, don't cry. Oh, God. Now I'm crying, too." <br><br>
*<br><br>
When she thinks of home, all she remembers is disappointment. <br><br>
It doesn’t feel right somehow, because she knew there were laughter and love, but she’s too hurt to try and think about what she forgot. <br><br>
II. <br><br>
Once upon a time, a scared girl had a second chance. <br><br>
New York is beautiful and new and exciting and somehow all she wanted to do was scream
take it away, takeitaway, takeitaway! <br><br>
It's too real, and she screams in defiance. <br><br>
*<br><br>
“Come live with me?” <br><br>
“I’ll visit. I just… I just want to see what it’s like, living on my own. Besides, I don’t want to cramp your style.” <br><br>
“You're growing up.” <br><br>
“Are you seeing someone, Mom?” <br><br>
“A few. I date. It’s a way to pass the time. There is this one guy, but I -” <br><br>
“Do you still love daddy?” <br><br>
*<br><br>
When she thinks of Times Square, she thinks of the silence and all the unanswered questions. <br><br>
III. <br><br>
Once upon a time, a little girl had the ability to heal. <br><br>
<i>“It’s located in SoHo. Now I know it’s a bit expensive, but it's a very important piece of real estate. An Arti-“<br><br>
“I’ll take it. Mom, it’s okay, right?” <br><br>
“Well, it’s your money, so…”<br><br>
“I take it you graduated from Constance? My daughter goes there – Oh, here, sign on this line right along here… – and anyway, she’s a sophomore there. You might have known her.” <br><br>
“Constance?” <br><br>
“My high school, Kate. No, Liz. My daughter attended McGillicutty Prep.” <br><br>
“And signed!”</i><br><br>
It only lasted for a little while. <br><br><hr><br>
BEST DAY EVER, ZARA!!!
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Spent the whole day with my mom. Here, I'll sum it up for you:<br><br>
[*] gigantic bubbles<br>
[*] I GOT TO WEAR A CROWN. Yeah. I <i>know</i>.<br>
[*] a million tiny fairy lights and streamers strung up everywhere.<br>
[*] tiny dogs that look like lambs<br>
[*] a ba-gillion cupcakes! HATE ME! I ATE ABOUT TWENTY!<br><br>
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Mom had to leave for some emergency job in LA, so we celebrated my housewarming party in the park. Catered! It was insane. Our waiters were male models. Isn't she awesome? She's so happy these days, but she won't tell me why. Sadly, this great day ever has a price. She won't be around when I move in my fabulous new apartment, but I'm a big girl. I can handle it. <br><br>
God, I wish you were here though, Zara! I MISS YOU SO MUCH! I even miss how pessimistic you are! Boo, stupid college and stupid exams at the very first day. It's ruining childhood, I swear! Don't you sort of miss MPA, even? That place was nuts but at least we were always together when we wanted to be. Call me or text me, okay?<br><br><hr><br>
P.S. Does Jared still hate me?<br><br><hr><br>
You Can't Go Home Again: "His enemy was time. Or perhaps it was his friend. One never knows for sure."
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college: Columbia University<br>
taking a course on Literature Humanities<br><br><hr><br>
Three bottles of Irish whiskey technically, although she puked at least a bottle full.<br><br>
A tab of acid. There's a first time for everything.<br><br>
A message on the phone about her apartment.<br><br>
Deleted. Drunken laughter.<br><br>
Morning came, and she cannot remember what the fuck she did last night after that second bottle.
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I am Ama and I am very boring. ;___; I also play Blair, Ethan and Boyd.
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