Post by christi on Feb 21, 2012 22:47:57 GMT -5
i've been looking in the mirror for so long
[/font]THAT I'VE COME TO BELIEVE MY SOUL'S ON THE OTHER SIDE[/font]
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Hi, how are you? I'm Christina Rhodes, but call me Christi, I like that name much better. I'm a girl, as you probably noticed, and I'm a twenty-two doctor at the hospital here. And I'm not just any kind of doctor; I'm a neurologist, a brain and nerves specialist. Well, studying to be anyways. Right now I'm the assistant, I don't have enough training to be a full on neurologist quite yet, but I'm getting there! So yeah, I'm pretty smart, if I do say so myself. But don't get me wrong; I'm not some cocky little b!tch who thinks she knows everything, I was just saying that in case you didn't know what neuroscience was and stuff. Actually, I've been told I'm pretty fiesty for a doctor. Which, I'll admit, I guess I am. Impulsive, head-strong, independent. Yeah, I've been called all that and more. But it's not like I'm mean... on the contrary, I'm quite friendly and can be pretty love able at times. I like kids, and actually would like to have one. Maybe I'll adopt...
My past? Well that's a bit personal, but I'll let you in on my secrets. You seem nice enough. Not to mention the fact that I love telling stories. I was born in Sydney, Australia. You probably figured that out by the accent. We were the average family, me being the youngest of three big brothers. We lived real close to the ocean, so I learned to swim and surf at an extremely young age. I was pretty smart, too, with a high IQ and all that. I had a good education. I learned how to do lots of stuff outside of school, too, like how to play the ukelele and how to dance(mostly hip-hop, although I'm not a big fan of music. It's fun) So I basically had the perfect life until I turned seven. About two weeks after my birthday, Mum died in a car accident and Papa became depressed. He committed suicide, so me and my older brothers were sent to an orphanage.
I was the last to get adopted, out of the four of us. People don't want screaming kids, and I threw lots of tantrums. I didn't quite understand what was going on, I just thought that Mum and Papa had left for a little while, and that they were coming back. I didn't believe anyone when they said that they were dead. When I finally accepted it, around the age of 10, I became extremely rebellious, and I still am. I wouldn't listen to instructions anymore, I talked back, and I stole. Didn't get caught for quite a while, until I was 13. They thought I had gone mad, and, truthfully, I pretty much had. I was the poor orphan girl who was trapped in her own mind of insanity and brilliance. That's how they described it. So, they sent my to an asylum. Yeah, they have those in Australia, but you'd be hard put to find one. I spent four years in there, living conditions were dreadful and I lived with people who were even more insane than I had been. When I was finally released at the age of eighteen, a legal adult, I searched for my brothers. But I never saw them again. So, I got the money from my parents will that they had held all those years, bought a passport and a ticket, and flew to America, got into neuroscience, and here I am.
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