QUINCY, roxi alleeanna

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ROXI ALLEEANNA QUINCY.

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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.

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"Hey what’s up? I’m Roxi Alleeanna Quincy. But most people call me Rox or Allee, mostly Allee. I’m a female, at least I’m pretty I was born a girl, just look at my birth certificate. I was born on the wonderous date of January 7, because I’m cool like that. I got through middle school and part of high school before this place opened up. I was brought here as soon as I turned fifteen. As for grades, I got A’s and B’s and before I came here I think I had like a 3.6 GPA, which is pretty good for people in my family, who dropped out of high school. I mean you can’t really say I dropped out, right? I was put here, I didn’t decide to be here. Anyway, now I’m babbling, so let’s move on. As for sexual orientation, I’m pretty sure I’m straight. When I get older, I want to adopt kids. And then they won’t look like me and people who tell them what celebrity they look like. You know how annoying that is? When people come up to you and say, “OMG! You look like Emma Watson!” and then I say “Uhhh, no, no I don’t.” But they never listen do they? Never."

TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.

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"Medical history? Uhhhh, why ask that? You think I have a problem because I’m at an asylum? Just kidding. It’s fine, really, I get that question a lot. Well, first of all I have ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I’m special enough to have the ‘H’ added to ADD. That’s what I tell everyone anyway. I was diagnosed in…2nd grade I think. I was told I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should in class, and yadda, yadda, yadda. I didn’t really care what the people said. As for the ‘real’ reason, that’s what my parents said, I’m here is because my left hand is paralyzed. Apparently it was noticed at a young age, like before I was two, and the doctors still haven’t figured out why, so right now, I’m just living with it. So, I guess they noticed whenever I cried. You know, how babies move around everywhere, well I guess me arms moved, and my right hand moved, but my left hand kind of just dangled there. So, my parents took me to the doctor right, and they said that my left hand was paralyzed and they’d have to do some tests, but did they ever figure anything out? No, they didn’t, and my parents were stuck with me and no answers. And I guess I was supposed to be left handed, but now, I write a little funny because of that. But that’s alright, it doesn’t really bother me, I guess my parents are a little annoyed about it still because they haven’t got answers and they may be why they sent me here. Oh yeah, and my parents used to send me to physical therapy to see if they could get my hand to work, it’s not like it’s dead. Apparently, the nerves are all okay so it’s not like my hand is dead, it’s just what happened I guess. Oh yeah, and I have scars on my hand because of operations, they tried to fix it, I’m grateful for that."

HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?

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"Overall, I’m quite a sweet person. According to my parents, I was told I was adorable ever since I was born. I love macaroni though. That is totally my favorite thing in the world. You wanna know what I’m really afraid of, getting my other hand paralyzed, my parents are afraid of it too. That’s the only thing I’m really afraid of, I’m pretty sure anyway. Ummm…I’m quiet minded really, I mean I speak my mind sometimes, but when people do ask my opinion, I do give it. I will protect my family at all costs, mostly, I mean, I’ve got my boyfriend, kinda like a bodyguard for me. Very protective and stuff, he’s sooooooo cute. I love him to death, he’s kind of like a big teddy bear, I love teddy bears. They’re so cuddly. Anyway, my boyfriends my protector, I’m not exactly strong, you know? But I’m really smart. That’s how I met my boyfriend, I was his tutor for a while, and now he’s at the asylum too, I really don’t know why on that end, but he’s here, so now we’re together. I think he likes me because of my nervous tick, you know? He gave me a ring before I started to tutor him, as early thanks. I guess he liked me before I tutored him; anyway, I spin it around my right index with my thumb. Okay, what I don’t like scary movies, or vicious dogs, or heavy backpacks, they really mess up my back, considering I can’t use one hand it would suck to have my back messed up too. Wanna know a secret? My bestie told me that he wants to run away from the asylum with me. I don’t know if I want to, maybe I should, I love him and all."

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.

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"I’m the oldest of three, but none of us really look alike. My sisters are my best friends. They are sixteen and fifteen. We are all about the same height. My sixteen year old sister has blond hair and my fifteen year old sister has red. I love my Mom and Dad, but something tells me that even when my sisters were born they were paying more attention to me. Anyway, my parents are Emma and Lucas. They are 47 and 48. I was born in Holland, MI, and so were my sisters. As a matter of fact I’m pretty sure everyone on my Mom’s side of the family was at least born here. But, somehow I ended up here because I’m ‘special.’ My sisters are here. I don’t know what they did; they came a couple years after me. We were raised in this cute little house in Holland. It had a red door and a lot of windows, my sisters and I really loved the bay window seat our parents put in. Uhhh…I was I think 14 when my parents sent me to the asylum. It really isn’t that bad here, unless you count the constant needles being jabbed in your arm. People try to ‘save’ you here, when there is nothing to save. Anyway, about the house. My sisters and I each had our own room, but we shared a bathroom. We didn’t have any pets, don’t know why though. I know I wasn’t allergic to any animal hair…maybe one of my parents were…anyway. Our house was light brown, and my sisters and I loved to decorate it on the holidays, especially Christmas. And then there’s my boyfriend, I met him when I was thirteen, I think that was freshman year. I tutored him and then that summer I was sent away, but before I could leave he asked me to be his girlfriend. Awwwww, how adorable, right? Yeah, well, I guess I am pretty cute. –laugh- Umm…I think that’s it, there isn’t really much else to say, at least I can’t think of anything right now."

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?

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"in first person, tell us if there is anything else we should know about you that will help us help you here at the asylum. this is optional and has no word count."

THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.

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NOBODY’S PERFECT

I GOTTA WORK IT

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She ran down the forgotten alleyways. Awaiting her doom. She had to get there. She had too. Her heart was pumping and her head pounding. It was dark, and only she could see. Her eyes worked like an owl’s. Useless in the morning and usable at night. She didn’t look back. She saw the fence. And she jumped. Her head hit the ground painfully. She woke up… her head was on a soft pillow.
“ASHLEY! ASHLEY! WAKE UP!” Her Mom called from downstairs.
Ashley slung her pillow over her head trying to drown out her Mom’s loud voice. “I’m nocturnal.” Ashley whispered to herself. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself out of bed. Her room was still dark; her Mom hadn’t come in to open the curtains yet.

Ashley walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair was wild and crazy just like it should be. Ashley was hurrying so her Mom wouldn’t come in and open the curtains. There was a knock on the door. “Ashley, wake up!” Her Mom yelled again.
“I’m up Mom! Don’t come in!” Too late, her Mom had opened the door and went straight for the curtains. Ashley ran into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it. “Thanks for respecting my privacy Mom.” Ashley rolled her eyes again.
“This is MY house Ashley Cameron! Not yours! You live under my roof, you live by my rules!”
“Okay Mom, jeez. You don’t have to get all dramatic about it.” Ashley was getting a little annoying with her mother. “Now can I please have my room to myself?”
“Yes, now that you’re up, you may.” Her Mom walked out of the room.
Ashley walked out of the bathroom and ran towards the curtains. She quickly shut them, her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness.

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