Bio: ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~ Name: Candi ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~ Gender: Female ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~ Age: 13 ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~Species: Ice-cream person. (WARNING NOT FOOD DO NOT EAT!) ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~ Personality: Shy, introvert, closed off, empathetic, meek, basically pathetic. ~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~+*~ Backstory: That day, I was there. Watching someone else get hurt. I wouldn't help. I didn't want to get hurt. But at the same time I wanted to intervene. I regret it, but at the same time I don't. I didn't want to get beat up by the bully either. I keep thinking about it. It honestly bugs me. I don't have any friends, and I'm fine with that, I like to keep to myself, drawing and painting. But today was different. Today I had to share my project in front of the whole class. My hands shook as I walked to the front of the classroom, I nearly dropped the diagram poster I had made. I looked to face the rest of the class, and said, "C-c-c-cells! A-a--are... umm... often c-called the building b-blocks of life.... and ummm" I could feel their eyes on me. I ran out of the classroom and ran to the girls washroom.
All art by me Backgrounds from google. Song is Leaping through time by steamerror
