king, charlotte elyse

[lottie king.]

CHARLOTTE ELYSE KING.

NAME charlotte elyse king.
NICKNAMES charlie, lottie.
HOMETOWN beantown bitch.
AGE eighteeeeen.
BIRTHDATE april seventeenth.
OCCUPATION bartender
RELATIONSHIP STATUS single

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MOTHER diane munroe, ?
FATHER collin munroe, ?
SIBLINGS tristan king, twenty.
CHILDREN N/A.
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY stella king, forty eight, aunt.
PETS schumer, one, bulldog.

my family... is just.... i don’t even think i have the words to describe the fuckery it is, god... my dad and brother are in jail. my mom was commited, she's in a nuthouse in boston. i was living with my brother until he was arrested so i moved in with my aunt and it's like.. it's not very loving. i'm in, i'm out, i don't eat all her food and i help with bills.

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I'M COMPLETELY ADDICTED TO ..

3 wise men hunting turkeys in mexico.

MY LAST LIE WAS ..

it's almost always about how old i am.

MY BIGGEST FEAR IS ..

ending up like tristan or my parents.

THE LAST TIME I CRIED WAS ..

i don't cry.

MY FIRST KISS WAS ..

it was actually kind of nice. i was eleven and so was he and.. i don't know, it was just nice.

MY BIGGEST SECRET ..

my family, that i used to be afriad of being kidnapped by gypsies. silly, i know, but when my big brother tristan had to baby sit he told me if i was bad or ratted him out to dad about his drugs that he’d sell me to the gypsies and they would come kidnap me. so i lived in fear of gypsies for the better part of my life, sometimes i’m still kind of freaked out.

THE CRAZIEST RUMOUR I'VE EVER HEARD ABOUT MYSELF WAS ..

i guess..uhm... oh! i heard was that i'd had three abortions in the space of a month.

MY VIEW ON LOVE IS ..

that it's total crap. simple as that.

THE LAST PERSON IN MY BED ..

starr and nicholas.

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HISTORY ..

well, my mom she was committed when i was ten. she’s a total schitzo, like for real shrink seeing pill popping schitzo. she did a lot of drugs fucked herself up real bad, made the schizophrenia worse. she stopped doing drugs for a combined total of 18 months, that would be the 8 months she was preggo with my brother, the seven with me and the three short months she spent in a boston psych hospital after she had me. i was born too early but she had like an episode and tried to cut me out of her stomach, no lie. she thought i was an alien implanted into her by the government or some freaky science fiction shit. the ambulance came and picked her up after the neighbors heard her screaming her head off from the pain and her episode. i was/am fine -well, that's up to personal interpretation - she was/is fine. i don’t see her very often, she doesn’t remember me most of the time when we do see each other. my dad and brother are in prison for drugs and larceny, respectively. when my dad was arrested... he was just as bad as my mom with drugs but it was still so scary, i was like “what am i going to do without my daddy?” tristan tried hard, but he could never keep a job, couldn’t stay clean long enough or he’d forget to go to work.... just all kinds of bull shit... then when he went to prison i was seriously shit out of luck, where was i going to go? i got shipped off to my aunt stella's in this fucking hell hole dreary shit city. can’t you tell i’m in love? i dropped out of high school a few weeks after i arrived, made a few friends and i hang out with them. make some money playing at clubs, and other places around here, i also landed a job at the trap as a bartender, you don't want to know how i convinced the owner to pretend i was 21 and hire me. anyways my aunt and i aren’t very close, i feel like i should be paying rent cus it doesn’t seem like a family thing at all.

emily, resident, gothic barbie.

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