[DOHTML]<CENTER><div style="background-color: #eaeaea; width: 385; color: 575757; text-align: justify; line-height: 6pt; border-left: 10px solid #fae67c; border-right: 10px solid #d24444; padding: 10px;"><br><br><div style="font-family: wire one; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 80px; color: #358ff3; text-align: center;">BRIA ISABELLA ROSALINI</div><br><br><br><BR><BR><div style="width: 380px; height: 240px; background-color: #fff; background-image: url(http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk245/MiiszFlirtatious/tumblr_loo9d8MuYQ1qdnv0zo1_1280-1.jpg);"></div><div style="background-color: #d24444; width: 376px; height: 25px; font-family: raleway; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px 2px 2px 2px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; text-align: center;"></div><br><br><div style="width: 360px; border-bottom: 3px solid #fddf55; border-top: 3px solid #d24444; text-align; justify; background-color: #f6f6f6; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; "><Br><DIV CLASS="app2">25. RETURNEES. BRITTANY DAILEY.</div><br><br><br>Let me start off by saying this. Do not think you know me, at all. People look at me and think "oh, I know everything about her already." Beautiful girl, probably wealthy parents, never had to struggle a day in her life, everything is perfect for her. You're completely wrong if you think that. I may be beautiful but, honestly, there's nothing I can do about that. My parents weren't rich or wealthy but we had enough to live a comfortable lifestyle. I've struggled my entire life. Not with money issues, not with family issues, but with myself. You know how some people have alter egos? An alter ego, to me, is nothing but a name to hide behind for doing whatever you want. That person doesn't take over your body. It doesn't make the real you black out, where you're watching everything that happens but instead of your normal thought process, you have thoughts you'd cringe from taking over. If you still haven't figured everything out yet, then you have a serious problem. What I'm saying is I have multiple personality disorder. I'm not bipolar and I don't have a fake "alter ego". The person that lives inside of me takes over sometimes. There's nothing I can do about it from time to time but I can control it, somewhat. To stop confusion, let's start from the beginning.
<p>I was born Bria Isabella Rosalini here in Ashwick Valley. I'm the oldest of two kids to my parents. I have a baby sister, Sinai, who I love with all my heart. We lived in Ashwick until after Sinai was born. My father wanted at least one boy but he never got it. Instead, he decided to teach us the stuff that he'd teach a boy. We weren't tomboys by a long shot, but we knew, and still know, a lot about sports and things like that. Everything in my childhood was fine. A sister five years younger than me, happy parents that cared about me but I was a little too good. I never did anything against their wishes and I had a very boring life. There was always this voice in the back of my head itching to escape. It was like loud whining sound that I'd constantly push away.
<p>The voice didn't appear until I was around twelve. I guess by then I was a little tired of never having fun. I'd go to school, sit there quietly and do my work, then come home and play with my sister. I didn't have any friends, at all. It was just me and my sister, I didn't need anyone else. She was younger than me but didn't mind tagging along when I wanted to go places. I'll admit, I was a little dull but I was happy with my life. When I was around fourteen, I met this girl named Michelle. She was my only friend really, the only one who could really just put up with me. We were close and I trusted her with my all. The only thing was, she was really popular, even as a freshman in high school. I was the quiet girl that no one really paid attention to that just so happened to hang around someone that was important on campus. People always questioned why she'd hang around someone so lame and she'd brush them off. In a way, I wonder if I'd never met Michelle, would she'd ever been able to escape or laid dormant forever. Something I'll never get the chance to find out.
<P>At sixteen, Michelle talked me into going to a college party. I never wanted to go, it just wasn't for me. We were sixteen, what did we need to be doing at a college party? Eventually she got me to give in and there we were, surrounded by dry sex and alcohol. Some guy hands up a cup and Michelle pushes me to just down it. What was in that cup? I have no idea but I'm positive it wasn't just alcohol. From then, I kind of lose memory of what happened that night. It was like I heard her voice, soft and sulty, ringing through my ears as she pushed her way out. From what I've heard, I had fun, or rather, Ava did. Yes, her name is Ava Nicole Rosalini, at least she lets me keep my last night right?
<P> Let me explain the difference between me and Ava so you realize that its not an alter ego. Now, I can remember bits and pieces of the things that happen when she comes out. But, for the most part, I have no control over myself. Where I'm sweet and would rather stay at home, just alone; Ava's a siren basically. She loves to party and she loves sex. Losing my virginity? Her. The number of people I've had sex with? Her fault. All the tattoos that lace my body? Her. I left Ashwick because it was getting out that I had multiple personality disorder. I felt as if everyone was watching me. All eyes were on me because people wanted to see how quick I, well Ava, would lash out on them. It's to the point where sometimes I just let her take over. It's a tiring battle fighting her off.
<P> But who could blame her, right? The life Bria lives is dull, let's start some fun and excitement. She needs to get a backbone and learn to stand up for her damn self. Another thing that Bria needs, that I, obviously am good at, is being blunt and going after what she wants. Do you know how many good men she's let go because she's all shy and shit? Get that shit away from me. I'm just here to help her live a little you can say. I thought getting her some dick in her life would help but obviously not. It's alright, as long as Ava Nicole is around, some type of drama will happen. I don't do dull and boring. If I had my way, Bria would be no more. Maybe I can work that out one day. Let her see how it feels to be trapped inside with no way out until you force it. Sounds like a plan to me... </div><BR><BR><bR>
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