There once was a girl named Rachel, and she is only 15. In a place far far away, St. Louis. She was almost always happy and hardly ever cried. She liked to be creative and wished she was a mouse until age 5. Her music that she liked, was the kind that could only be played loudly, and it was. Everyone who came to know her would describe her as mentally challenged. She loved to laugh and did it so much she'd get herself into trouble. She loved to drive her parents completely insane by dying her hair as much as she could. Her best friend was a girl who went by the name of Nichole Ashley. They were inseprable since 1st grade. She planned on growing up to be a professional piercer or hair stylist. She was a very smart girl, but just never really tried. But Rachel was very loud and hyper. So everyone killed her and she died. [not really]

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Bands i'm diggin' at the moment: Bring Me The Horizon, Escape the Fate, NeverShoutNever! and A Rocket To The Moon.

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