Post by Taylor Henley on Sept 2, 2015 17:49:05 GMT
Chicken Little
General Personality: Like, what do you mean, describe myself? I'm pretty, and popular, and all the kids, like, love me. I'm sure to be prom queen, and like, I'm not even a senior. Sure, I'd love to go chat about this over a venti mocha chai soy latte with extra non-fat dairy-free, farm raised whipped cream. Delish!
Oh Em Gee. I am SWEATING. It's not even that hot in here! Oh my gosh, do I have Ricketts?! Someone call 911. Oh gosh, I can't even right now. Where's my iPhone? I need to text my mom. Oh gosh, I can't see. I'm blind now. Someone call my mom! MOM! I'm gonna die! I'll miss you.
Oh Em Gee. I am SWEATING. It's not even that hot in here! Oh my gosh, do I have Ricketts?! Someone call 911. Oh gosh, I can't even right now. Where's my iPhone? I need to text my mom. Oh gosh, I can't see. I'm blind now. Someone call my mom! MOM! I'm gonna die! I'll miss you.
History: Taylor grew up like most normal girls. She got makeup for Christmas, she loves Starbucks. Oh, also, she thinks she has every possible ailment under the sun. And a few over it. She's probably got sun poisoning right. Maybe.
Fairy Tale History: Little was walking outside one day when she sat under a large oak tree for some shade. Then, a gigantic piece of the FREAKIN' SKY fell and hit her on the head. Rather than cry about it, she leapt to her feet and scurried off to find the Queen, to warn her about the absolutely not-over-reacting impending DOOM. Along the way, she tried to stop and tell every single creature she met about the DEFINITELY NOT-over-reacting impending doom. Then she met a fox. And the fox loved the Enchanted Forest's equivalent of KFC.
Fairy Tale History: Little was walking outside one day when she sat under a large oak tree for some shade. Then, a gigantic piece of the FREAKIN' SKY fell and hit her on the head. Rather than cry about it, she leapt to her feet and scurried off to find the Queen, to warn her about the absolutely not-over-reacting impending DOOM. Along the way, she tried to stop and tell every single creature she met about the DEFINITELY NOT-over-reacting impending doom. Then she met a fox. And the fox loved the Enchanted Forest's equivalent of KFC.
