Layla Harlow

[Layla Harlow]

Layla Grace Harlow
FACE CLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Student

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

*You just have to have faith in who you are
and what you're gonna be.*

I guess in a corrupt world, all you can do is try to be less corrupt than your surroundings. For a girl in a broken household with unhappy parents, no love and distance, I guess you could say it wasn't easy for me to be less corrupt. I did my best to be anything but my parents. Which I succeeded in, I'm not like them, but I can't say that I'm not corrupt either.

I was born in Australia, lived there all my life, and you know, most people would think that in a place like that, there couldn't possibly be lifeless, tacky, dress-suit-wearing pansies. Somehow, my parents found the only ones and took residence in the most dull place one could find there. They lived like they were above everything, above everyone and did everything they could to make sure their daughter was a fully functioning member of society.

They were sorely disappointed when they found out that instead of flowery sundresses and heels, their daughter preferred skinny jeans and black t-shirts with band logos. That instead of sipping tea with the rest of the ladies, she'd rather go for a run at the park or workout at the gym. Never mind the expectation of being slim and well-manicured. In their little community, it was yoga and pilates that were allowed, not running and lifting. I was the opposite of everything they wanted

*I have no idea where I'm going to be tomorrow,
but I accept the fact that tomorrow will come.*

A month until my thirteenth birthday and my parents decided to spring the preppy boarding school idea on me. I guess it was there way of hiding me from their societal bullshit. I guess even at twelve my attitude problem was starting to get out of hand. But when you're stuck in a world that you don't belong to, how can anyone expect you to have a positive outlook and a good attitude?

I wasn't happy that I was being forced to go to some pricey boarding school that was meant for stuck up rich kids who don't know what the meaning of fun is, who were prim and proper and never heard a swear word in their life. It was my own version of hell, but then I saw the silver lining. It was my way out. I didn't have to watch my parents sneak around on each other anymore. I didn't have to pretend to be someone I wasn't anymore and I wasn't going to be punished for thinking differently.

*It's not who I am underneath,

but what I do that defines me.*

When I came to Eden, I was two different people. I became who I wanted to be by doing what I wanted to do. And that was the only person I ever let show. The girl who embraced her love of superheroes and wasn't afraid to be different.

I dyed my hair different colored streaks through the chocolate brown. I got my ears pierced all the way up both sides and even got an industrial bar in one side. I got a tattoo on my wrist and found my voice through swear words and derogatory remarks. My sense of humor turned dark and crude and my smile became snide and sarcastic.

I was a bitch, but a tough one. One who fought if she needed and didn't let these prissy twats rule the school. Oh no, I found my squad, the two girls that became my most unlikely allies in this hell hole called Eden. The rest of the student body couldn't possibly know how to handle the likes of us.

*This is what I am. This is who I am.
Come hell or high water, if I deny it,
I deny everything I've ever done,
everything I've ever fought for.*

I became the person I wanted to be, but I never forgot who I was. Who I still am. That little girl with green/hazel eyes, long wavy hair and lips that were always turned down. I'm the girl who was never told that she was loved. I'm the girl who can't remember what affection feels like. The girl who saw her parents sneaking around every other night with a young blonde and one of our landscapers. I was always told to be the version of myself that I wanted the world to see, so I put on a smirk, dark makeup and showed them exactly what my parents never wanted to see. I'm fighting every day to be better than them, and I'm succeeding in my own right. 

But hey, I'm only eighteen, we all need to get in some trouble. And you can believe that I do. It's my senior year of high school at Eden and I start college classes in the fall. I've developed a bit of a swearing problem as well as a love of liquor. I'm passing my classes, annoying the teachers, all the while having them practically bow down to my will. How do I always get what I want, you ask? That's for me to know and you to never find out. This school isn't much different than back home, but you can believe that it's become my home. I have family here, something I can't say that I had back in Australia. 

*Life is a locomotion.
If you're not moving, you're not living.*

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: triX
AGE GROUP: Twentyyy
EXPERIENCE: Seven-ish years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel. It was Mel.

[♦ Mel ♦]

ACCEPTED!
You know what to do, gorgeous!