penelope jane higgins

[PENELOPE JANE HIGGINS]

PENELOPE JANE HIGGINS

Name: Penelope Jane Higgins
Nicknames: Penny
Age: Nineteen
Date of Birth: September 19th, 1991
Grade: College Sophomore
Program: Arts
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: Caucasian
Home Town: Boston, Massachusetts
Play by: Alexis Bledel

--- RESERVED You only really have to look at Penny to know that she doesn't exactly wear her heart on her sleeve. Her piercing blue eyes do their best to give away absolutely nothing. Penny has always been emotionally withdrawn; even her closest friends have trouble getting her to talk about her feelings sometimes. She much prefers listening to her friends talk about themselves than having to open up about herself at all. It's lucky that Penny is a sweetheart, because otherwise she would probably have no friends due to the fact that she isn't the bubbly, outgoing type to go and make new friends with anyone she sees.

--- NAIVE Although she's a clever girl, Penny is a bit naive in the way she looks at things. It's true she doesn't open up to people easily, but she does tend to always see the best in people... even if there's hardly any good in them to see. Because of this trait Penny has been stabbed in the back by more than one person she considered to be a good friend. Penny is also a bit naive when it comes to romantic relationships. She didn't have a boyfriend until her senior year of high school. Yes, she's still a virgin. It's not that Penny doesn't get a lot of offers... Obviously she's not an unattractive girl. But she simply find it almost impossible to be so intimate with someone. Somewhere deep down she has a great fear of being vulnerable, but it's unclear where that stems from.

--- LOYAL Penny sometimes lets people walk all over her, and that's the truth. She's a sweet girl and she absolutely hates conflict. But if you so much as say one insulting word about anyone that she holds dear -- BAM. You will see a completely different side to Penny, and it might frighten you. Penny is very loyal to her family and her friends, and she will not tolerate anyone trash-talking them. Her temper can flare up in an instant and she can be quite the sharp-tongued little she-devil.

LIKES:

• being alone
  
• writing
  
• traveling
  
• sunshine right after a rainshower
  
• fig newtons
  
• chocolate
  
• classical music
  
• christmas
  
• lavender
  
• books
  

DISLIKES:

• being the center of attention
  
• ignorant, stupid people
  
• having her picture taken
  
• texting
  
• extremely hot weather
  
• high heels
  
• people reading her writing
  
• asparagus
  
• television
  
• formal occasions
  

It was a sunny but crisp morning in September when Penelope Jane Higgins came into the world, doe-eyed and surprisingly quiet. Her parents, Theodore and Amanda Higgins, were in their thirties, old for parents by some standards, but they had carefully and meticulously planned for the birth of their child, and it was the most convenient time. Mr. and Mrs. Higgins always planned everything carefully. It ran in the genes of the Higgins family, which was probably why they were so wealthy. The Higgins had become fabulously rich in the 1920s real estate boom, so they were what many considered to be "old money." Theodore and Amanda had met through business in their twenties and dated for seven years before marrying. They then moved to Boston's upscale Back End neighborhood in a large, fancy townhouse to settle down and start a family.

The Higgins had secretly hoped for a boy to carry on the Higgins name, but they had firmly decided on only having one child, so their blue-eyed daughter Penelope would have to do. She was raised in an environment that was somewhat cold and distant -- her parents were never extremely affectionate people -- but she couldn't say that she didn't have everything she asked for. Growing up in Boston gave Penelope her love for cold weather and her appreciation for snow. She was always an emotionally withdrawn child, and growing up had just a few close friends rather than many shallow friendships. When high school rolled around however, she was taken away from even those few friends and shipped off to a boarding school in Philadelphia. Penny would have absolutely refused to go to such a pretentious, snobby school, since she never really got along with her wealthy peers, but her parents bribed her with the promise that she could pursue her love of writing. So she gave in.

High school wasn't a huge, dramatic affair for Penny as it is for some girls. She was quiet, made a few friends, and made very good grades. Like she learned from her parents, Penny played it safe and avoided risks of any kind. Her first boyfriend was in her senior year of high school, and in her opinion he was a bit of a dunce, really. It only lasted a couple of months before she couldn't lie to herself anymore that she actually cared about him at all. It was only natural for Penny to continue on to the college that was affiliated with her high school, so she applied for the arts program and of course, with her stellar grades and wealthy parents, got in. As a sophomore now, Penny has dated casually the last couple years and is mostly settled into college life… Except of course, she's not the typical college student with the partying and the drinking… But perhaps some part of Penny might not want to play it safe anymore.

Leighton McCallister went nowhere without being sure she looked absolutely perfect. Most people settled for considerably less than perfection, but Leighton set the bar high, and not many could keep up with her. Staring into the enormous mirror that took up a good portion of one of the walls of her apartment, Leighton turned her head back and forth, her eyes gazing into their own reflection. Stunning in a little black halter dress glittering with sequins, the only thing left to do was to slip on her mile-high matching heels. In Leighton's opinion, heels were one of the greatest inventions of man. Or woman, whatever. Not only did they enhance the figure of even the most awkward woman, but they were versatile. Whether with a glamorous evening gown or with jeans, a girl could never go wrong with heels. Often when she went out for the night Leighton would pin up her hair, but tonight she had decided to leave it down, tumbling loose and curly around her shoulders. Although many women would kill to look how she did at this moment, there was no smile on Leighton's lips. With one last fleeting look in the mirror, she was out the door.

The club of Leighton's choice wasn't far, but with the night life of Los Angeles, it took half an hour to reach. Leighton didn't bother to hide her resentment of this delay from her driver, although it was obviously not his fault. What did she care? She changed drivers at least every other month, whenever she got bored with one or they got lazy, which happened more often. If the man wasn't going to risk his driver's license to get her where she needed to go, he wasn't worth having. On the way to the club Leighton received several phone calls and text messages, inviting her to a variety of places, but she didn't reply to any of them. Some nights, like tonight, Leighton simply needed to be stimulated, and being in the company of her own dull friends wasn't going to do that. Finally, Leighton found herself getting out of the car onto the sidewalk that was milling with people all clamoring to get into the club. With a confidence born of wealth and intelligence, Leighton walked smoothly past the line straight to the front, where she simply flashed the bouncer a smile and walked inside. Leighton was often mistaken for a movie star.

All the sensations washed over her in one swift moment, so that Leighton had to stop for a moment by the door to get her bearings. The multi-colored lights and the music pulsed together, and the heat of the many dancing bodies battled with the air conditioner. Clusters of people stood around the edges of the dance floor or sat at the bar, sipping their drinks. Leighton decided that she needed to relax a bit before she started dancing, so she headed for the bar. After ordering her usual drink, which the bartender knew well, she sat down and crossed her legs, noting that these particular heels made them look quite long. She noticed a few men leering at her a few seats down, but they weren't even worth looking at, so she ignored them. Sipping her drink, she let her eyes rove over her surroundings.

Leighton loved to watch people. It was somewhat of an indulgence, when she could just sit down somewhere and let her mind wander as she studied the way people talked, the way they held themselves. If you were clever, you could tell a lot about a person just by watching them for awhile. That was why she had learned to carefully conceal her emotions in public by keeping her face smooth and blank. Anybody could be watching. Noting vaguely that she would soon need another drink, Leighton glanced to her right, down the line of bar stools, and her eyes landed on a good-looking man. He had a slightly bored look about him, and she considered talking to him. But as always, Leighton waited, deciding there was a good chance he might come talk to her if he noticed her looking. But then again, if he didn't, she wasn't going to be a little girl. She would introduce herself first if need be.

Hi, I'm KATIE and I'm EIGHTEEN years old. I'm PESSIMISTIC. This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from PROBOARDS SUPPORT.

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