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Character is MINE!

I just was messing around with the little dress-up game, and realized I could turn it into a version of Amanda, so I did. Then I realized the BG is kinda fitting also. So, I'm using this picture to give a bit of Amy's history.

-STORY-
Amanda glared at her mother and father, no longer listening to either of them. Her mother was impatiently holding out a silk dress for Amy, while her father glowered at her.
"Amanda McNash, you will go to the ambassadors party. And you WILL wear this dress. Do you understand me?" Her mother was saying.
Amanda defiantly shook her head and stepped back.
"I'm fifteen mother, and you can't tell me what to wear anymore. Or which parties to go to!" She snapped.
"Don't you raise your voice to your mother like that, young lady!" Her father finally joined the conversation, though not in any useful way.
"I'll talk to who I want, HOW I want Father. Now, if you don't mind. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Was the teens sharp reply as she pushed her mother back, slammed the door, and turned the locks. All five of them.
"Amanda!" Her mother and father bellowed, obviously not getting the picture.
"NO!"
Amanda turned on her heels and headed to her wardrobe. She had every intention on going to the ambassadors party, but she would NOT wear her mother's dress, and she would NOT go because they told her to. She opened the wardrobe and calmly sifted through it, searching. Eventually she came to the dress she was looking for. It was perfect! The pink silk slid off the hanger easily and Amanda promptly stripped, then shimmied into the fine fabric.
"Aaaah, the feel of fine silk." She sighed.
With a quick smile, she moved to her shoe shelves and plucked off a nice pair of Stiletto heels. They were strappy little things, and matched perfectly with the dress. Amy carefully slipped them on her bare feet and moved to her mirror. She sat on the bench infront of it and snatched up her brush, running it through her hair and watching the thick strands fall into place. Once finished, she calmly applied light pink eye-shadow, some pale rouge, and a smidge of lipstick to top it off. Her vibrant green eyes sparkled beneath her thick lashes. The overall effect was one of elegant, yet defiant, beauty.
Amanda calmly stood and walked to her door, unlocking it and stepping out carefully. As predicted, her parents were waiting at the foot of the stairs, talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Amanda opted for the opposite side of the stairs, and quickly slipped out the front door, without either of them knowing the difference. Her driver was waiting, of course, and the teen slid into the back seat calmly. They were at the party fifteen minutes later, and Amanda was positively glowing. The center of attention, as always.
"Amanda, how are you?"
"Amanda, you look positively charming."
"What I beautiful dress, Amanda. You must give me the name of your tailor!"
"Amanda! How charming to see you."
Amy greeted each comment with a sweet smile and a slight nod, giving out occasional hugs and air-kisses.

(In case you couldn't tell, this was a year before she came to Rimrock Ranch)

Description
used - [link]
Character is MINE!

I just was messing around with the little dress-up game, and realized I could turn it into a version of Amanda, so I did. Then I realized the BG is kinda fitting also. So, I'm using this picture to give a bit of Amy's history.

-STORY-
Amanda glared at her mother and father, no longer listening to either of them. Her mother was impatiently holding out a silk dress for Amy, while her father glowered at her.
"Amanda McNash, you will go to the ambassadors party. And you WILL wear this dress. Do you understand me?" Her mother was saying.
Amanda defiantly shook her head and stepped back.
"I'm fifteen mother, and you can't tell me what to wear anymore. Or which parties to go to!" She snapped.
"Don't you raise your voice to your mother like that, young lady!" Her father finally joined the conversation, though not in any useful way.
"I'll talk to who I want, HOW I want Father. Now, if you don't mind. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Was the teens sharp reply as she pushed her mother back, slammed the door, and turned the locks. All five of them.
"Amanda!" Her mother and father bellowed, obviously not getting the picture.
"NO!"
Amanda turned on her heels and headed to her wardrobe. She had every intention on going to the ambassadors party, but she would NOT wear her mother's dress, and she would NOT go because they told her to. She opened the wardrobe and calmly sifted through it, searching. Eventually she came to the dress she was looking for. It was perfect! The pink silk slid off the hanger easily and Amanda promptly stripped, then shimmied into the fine fabric.
"Aaaah, the feel of fine silk." She sighed.
With a quick smile, she moved to her shoe shelves and plucked off a nice pair of Stiletto heels. They were strappy little things, and matched perfectly with the dress. Amy carefully slipped them on her bare feet and moved to her mirror. She sat on the bench infront of it and snatched up her brush, running it through her hair and watching the thick strands fall into place. Once finished, she calmly applied light pink eye-shadow, some pale rouge, and a smidge of lipstick to top it off. Her vibrant green eyes sparkled beneath her thick lashes. The overall effect was one of elegant, yet defiant, beauty.
Amanda calmly stood and walked to her door, unlocking it and stepping out carefully. As predicted, her parents were waiting at the foot of the stairs, talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Amanda opted for the opposite side of the stairs, and quickly slipped out the front door, without either of them knowing the difference. Her driver was waiting, of course, and the teen slid into the back seat calmly. They were at the party fifteen minutes later, and Amanda was positively glowing. The center of attention, as always.
"Amanda, how are you?"
"Amanda, you look positively charming."
"What I beautiful dress, Amanda. You must give me the name of your tailor!"
"Amanda! How charming to see you."
Amy greeted each comment with a sweet smile and a slight nod, giving out occasional hugs and air-kisses.

(In case you couldn't tell, this was a year before she came to Rimrock Ranch)