+ name; Jayci Beth Evans
+ nickname; Jay
+ age; Seventeen
+ likes; the city, ugly sweaters, urban outfitters, her two best friends, water, staying up late, cut offs, coffee, her iPhone, Florence and the machine, tumblr, shopping, Toms shoes, boys, being skinny, Nirvana, talking, driving, exercising and living in New York city.
+ dislikes; Mondays, working, snobs, Victoria’s secret, fake people, southern accents, her father, fat people, the color pink and orange, One Direction, humid weather, not having a computer, lip gloss, frizzy hair, feet, when her phone dies, mainstream music and school.
+ personality; Jayci quite the bipolar girl. One second she’s the sweetest, most kind person you could have ever met, and the next you can see evil in her eyes and the devil in her soul. She is very outgoing other than her sudden outbursts. Jayci's not afraid to start a random conversation with the girl behind the counter at Starbucks or dance like nobody’s watching in the streets of NYC. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to express that, although she has a hard time trusting people. Jayci is always herself and never puts up a front, well most of the time. She talks constantly and if she doesn't get her way, there is hell to pay. Besides the bad attitude she has sometimes, and the rude comments she makes, she really means well, It's just hard for her to be bright and bubbly all of the time.
+ appearance; Jayci is 5'8" and extremely skinny but she doesn’t see it. When she looks in the mirror, she sees a 300 pound girl, something she’s not. Very unhealthy also. She had medium length hair but then decided to get it cut and it is now a fairly short length and dyed a deep brown color, looking almost black in some pictures. Her legs seem to go on forever. She developed later in her teenage years so she’s not the most voluptuous girl in the world. She knows how to play up her best features and wears makeup every day, and also cannot leave the house without it on her face.
+ style; She follows the trends to an extent. Right now the fashion world has taken a twist in Jayci’s direction. High waisted shorts, black vans, muscle tanks, skull bracelets, big sweaters, slouchy cardigans, high low skirts, cross rings, sheer button-ups and skinny jeans are all things Jayci could not live without in the fashion world. She likes shopping at places such as; Brandy Melville, Pac sun, Forever 21, Urban Outfitters and Zara.
+ family; Jayci lives with her single mother and her sister, Aspen who is 15 (Kendall Jenner). There dad split when they were 4 and 6 years old. Jayci will never forgive him for that. She still doesn’t know why he did what he did, they were perfect. Her dad had a steady job and always brought home a substantial paycheck every week and her mother would take care of Aspen and Jayci. But obviously something was happening behind closed doors that nobody noticed and that’s what led to the horrible divorce.
+ past/current relationships; She’s had ridiculous amount of on and off relationship’s from the time she was 14. Nothing was ever serious and the longest time she’s spent with one guy was a mere 2 months.
+ best friends; Jayci may talk to a ton of people, she really only has two best friends that she could never live without. Elizabeth and Meredith, the girls should can’t go a day without seeing, the girls she’s known since grade school, and the girls she genuinely loves being with. They are all different yet they all have something in common. They don’t know it for sure, but they all clicked together for a reason, they all created an inseparable bond for a reason.
+ bio; Jayci grew up in the heart of the city, NYC. Always under the influence of the fame and the glitz and the glamour. Her parents shielded them from everything bad in the world until her father left leaving her mother, Bethany, and her sister, Aspen, and Jayci to fend for themselves. So soon after that, her mother became a doctor using her top of the line background knowledge, therefore supporting their family with flying colors. As Jayci grew up she was used to getting whatever she wanted, when she wanted it, and how she wanted it. Only name brands, until she was about 15 and realized she needed to slow down on the spending, although she still loves to shop. Now at the age of 17, Jayci is so close to having all of the freedom she’s always wanted. She goes to school and is a junior in High School. Her grades could get a little boost, and she knows it, but she doesn’t feel like doing the work. Other known as, being lazy. She has two befriends Elizabeth and Meredith that she loves to death and does everything with. But certain problems along the way may jeopardize everything she has worked so hard to get.
+ dating status; Currently she’s single but secretly looking for that one guy who will sweep her off her feet. Jayci wants to settle down but she doesn’t want to be dependent so she’s contemplating having a boyfriend but she’s still going to look around for him. She hooks-up hear and there but not on the regular.
+ model; Jessica Stroup
+ taken by; over-my-dead-body
I wake up and glance at the clock, “5:27 AM.” I just lay there and think to myself how disgusting it is to wake up this early in the morning. Hopping out of my extremely comfy bed, I head straight for the shower. Turning the nozzle, I feel the water trying to get the perfect temperature. I strip down to nothing and stare into the mirror. I say aloud, “You need to cut down on the eating Jayci; you’re going to be fat. You know what happens to fat people don’t you? They get made fun of, they look grotesque, and you don’t want to be like them. Trust me.” I squeeze my skin and know that today I’m not eating much. While I’m in the shower I squeeze my stomach tight over and over again, thinking it will miraculously make me sprout abs out of nowhere. I take my time getting ready. Blow drying my hair, winging out my eyeliner ends, and picking out the cutest clothes. I look at the clock, “6:54.” Saying out loud I blurt, “Shit!” and scurry out the door hoping I’m not late again to the hell hole I call, “school.”
Jumping out of my BMW, I rush to the door catching the bell by two seconds. People sprinting to their first period class, freshman lost not knowing where the Spanish room is, teachers gulping down there last bit of coffee, and seniors laughing at the sophomore who dropped all his books on the ground. This is going to be a boring day, I can tell already. I see Ellie by my chemistry class.
“Hey Jay! I missed you last night, Meredith and I had so much fun.” Ellie says with a bright smile. God her teeth are perfect. She’s perfect.
“Awe, I’m sorry! I should have come, I seriously did nothing. The usual.” I explain with a chuckle.
We start walking down the hall and talking about our outfits and how I was almost late this morning and how her sister was hogging the bathroom all morning and that’s why her hair doesn’t look perfectly wind swept and where is Meredith and what’s for lunch and what class do you have third period and what color lip stick is that and where did you get your belt. Things like that.
I tell Elizabeth I have to go and then I proceed down the hall to my first period class. Oh how I am dreading every second of this day. I just want it to end, right now.
It is now lunch time and I know that I can’t eat today; good thing I brought that dollar, just enough for water and that is it. I see Meredith sitting in the middle of the lunch room, her dark hair flowing behind her back and silver eye shadow swept across her lids. I swear, she glistens. Ellie gets there before me, both of them are beautiful. I don’t want to say it I really don’t, jealousy is an ugly trait, but I think I’m jealous. No, I know I’m jealous. My friends are beautiful and I’m the ugliest person to walk the earth. That’s why I can’t eat. That’s exactly why. If I eat I will be ugly.
“Hey girls.” I say clenching my bottle of water tightly.
“Hey!” They both say in unison.
There perfect. There perfect. There perfect. I’m not. Perfect. Perfect. Be Perfect. Be them.
They both look down at my water with weird faces. No, no no no no please don’t say it. Let me think only drinking water all day is a good thing. Let me think this is normal. Let me think I’m just as perfect as you are. Please.
I swear they can hear my thoughts. They both look up at me and say nothing. They say nothing and yet I know exactly what they are thinking. I know what they want to see, I know that want to see a fresh salad topped with grilled chicken on my tray, with an apple, a fruit parfait, and a bag of Chex mix. I know what they want to see, but that’s not what I want to see because they don’t see what I look like naked. They don’t see the pools of fat bulging out of my jeans. They don’t know. But they shouldn’t judge me, no they shouldn’t. Ellie doesn’t eat that much too. It’s not just me, it’s her too. I’m not the only one. Meredith gives me a hand gesture to sit down next to her.
We chit chat for a bit then the bell rings. Walking the halls I feel empty, I know I should eat but I don’t want to. Just because something is the right thing to do, doesn’t mean you always have to do it, right? I seriously don’t want to be in school anymore. I fake being sick and drive home during 5th period.
Finally I am home, the only one home. I’m definitely not doing my homework, like always. After checking all of my social networking profiles I click on the television and slowly drift off to sleep. Hoping I never wake up and fighting the deep growls coming from inside of me.