Board Thread:News and Announcements/@comment-27100993-20160327235542

Jill: Hi everyone! Today is Easter Sunday, which means that Faith doesn't have any performances, which means that she is at home, which means that she has some spare time! I have spent the last hour telling her about everything that's been happening on the wiki, about how there are a bunch of votes going around, and how everyone is kind of mad at the two of us because we share the Pookieluv account. She decided it would be a good idea if you kind of told you guys our entire stories, with all the details, so there would be no more confusion about who we are or which accounts we use or anything like that. So, right now we're both sittingon the floor of her bedroom. We have taken the laptop that is usually in the living room and we have moved it into her room. Here we go.

Faith: I was born on April 13, 2002 in Seattle, Washington. When I was one year old, I moved to Los Angeles, and I have lived there ever since. My family is pretty big. Three brothers, three sisters, two parents, a cat, and a lot of kittens. We had a huge house too - there were about 6 bedrooms. Most of my siblings were older than me though, so by the time I was 8 or 9, a lot of them had moved out of the house already. The house was really lonely, which meant I was pretty lonely too. I had a lot of friends, but when my friends were busy, I would spend most of my time wandering around the empty rooms and re-reading all of my books. I played Club Penguin too - but friends that I had met online were not as fun as friends in real life.

Jill: Meanwhile, I was not raised in a big, happy family like Faith was. The story that I am about to tell you is the same story that I told in chat, that Bellatrix said was "boring" and "sucked". I think you guys will probably have a different opinion though. Here's the story: My parents did not want to get married. They weren't even dating, they just saw each other at parties, and, at one of these parties, my mom got pregnant with me. So, they were forced to marry each other, even though they didn't really love each other. On January 31, 2002, I was born in Northern California. My mom and dad both had jobs - my dad was a store clerk and my mom was a waitress. These both paid minimum wage, but it was enough money to keep us afloat. Unfortunately, my dad lost his job when I was about 2. He started drinking. A lot. Some of my earliest memories are of my mom on the phone, frantically calling all the bars in town to see which one my dad was at so she could pick him up. Our lives came to a sudden stop when I was about 3. My dad got in a serious car accident - he was drunk and texting. His injuries were very small, he only had to stay at the hospital for a couple days. The other car was not as fortunate. It was a truck full of teenage girls. These girls were wonderful students, all of them were in the National Honor Society, they were all very smart, and one of them was even the cheer captain at the high school. They were on their way to the mall to pick up prom dresses when this happened. All were killed except one. Of course, my dad was put in jail immedietly. We thought he was gone for good, but a year later, SOMEHOW, he got on trial and won. I have no idea how that happened, but it did happen. He tried to come back home, but my mother said she wouldn't let him through the door unless he got a job. He didn't want to get a job though. Instead, he decided to go to Vegas every week and try to gamble to get his money back. Most of the time, this didn't work. One week, though, he came back home and told us he had won the lottery. My mother finally let him back in the house. We were millionaires! Well, we were millionaires for about a week. Then my dad went back to Vegas and lost all of the money. I kind of expected that to happen, to be completely honest.

Faith: Wait, really?

Jill: Yes.

Faith: I didn't know any of this story except the beginning.

Jill: The story isn't even over yet.

Faith: Continue, my dear.

Jill: Right. So. That happened. I was about 5 or 6 at this point. When my mom found out that my dad had lost all of the money, she was just so, so angry. She started drinking. Now, let me tell you, my mom is - or she WAS - very against drinking. I used to ask her why Daddy drank and she didn't, and she would say, "If you want to raise a good, respectable child, then at least one parent has to be sober." Of course, at the time, I had no idea what any of that meant, but I do now. So, she started drinking. I was kind of taking care of myself at this point. My mom was always drunk, my dad was always gone, so what else was I supposed to do? Shortly after my 7th birthday, my dad left for good. I don't know where he went, but he never came back. I try to Skype him every Christmas, but he doesn't usually answer. Now, let me tell you a little bit about my mom and my house. My mom was still working as a waitress, like before. Our house was pretty big, 3 rooms (which was good, because my mom forced my dad to sleep in the other room a lot of nights). However, after my dad left, it was pretty clear that my moms minimum wage job was not going to be able to support us much longer. It was right around my 8th birthday that the police came to the door. I was in the living room on the couch. My mom answered the door. The police basically said that they had heard a lot of reports and that they were worried for my safety, and the only option that they had was to put me into foster care. Now, let me tell you about this. It was very, very lucky that my mom had not been drinking that day. If she was drunk, they probably would have taken me away right then. But she never goes down without a fight, so she kept arguing and begging and telling them she loved me (even though she really didn't), and finally they decided to give her one more chance, on one condition - every week, on a random day of the week, they would pop by the house for a suprise investigation. About a year later, they finally decided that I could stay with my mom. My mom decided that we should move - she wanted us to have a new start in a new town.

Faith: And that town was...

Jill: LOS ANGELES. But, I'm not at that part in the story yet. So, me and my mom were driving, driving, driving. It got really hot. In Northern California, it actually snows during the winter, and I wasn't used to hot weather, but by the time we passed San Fran, it was VERY hot. I think I actually fainted a couple times. My mom says that I just fell asleep, but I'm pretty sure it was heat stroke. Every time I asked if we could turn on the air, she told me to toughen up. We couldn't open the windows either, because they were broken. It was a crappy car. We still have the same car today, by the way. The very last day of driving was my ninth birthday. I really wanted to have a nice birthday party - I loved having parties. I remember I was in the car making posters inviting people to my birthday at "the park". I didn't even know if there was a park where we were moving to, but I wrote that down anyway. Finally we got to our new apartment. Instantley I ran outside trying to find a park, and I found one. After that, I ran around taping my posters to buildings. Most of the buildings took them off. After that, I ran to this bakery that I had found and I bought four cupcakes. That was all that I could afford. No one showed up to my party. It was really depressing. I just sat at the bench for hours, hating my life, hating my parents, hating my apartment, hating everything. I wanted to kill myself.

Faith: AND THEN

Jill: AND THEN

Faith: I SHOWED UP! I saw the poster on a tree, so I decided to go. Before I went to the party, I went back to my bedroom and got a jar full of shells that I had been collecting, and wrapped it up.

Jill: It was the very first birthday present I had ever gotten.

Faith: OKAY SO WE NEED TO GO AND DYE EASTER EGGS SO WE'LL FINISH THIS STORY LATER. BYE. 