FOXX, katrina jocelyn

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nineteen. college. hetero. lost. miranda kerr.
( KATRINA JOCELYN FOXX )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

NAME: KATRINA FOXX
AGE: 19
BIRTHDATE: NOVEMBER 19th
HAIR COLOR: BROWN
EYE COLOR:BLUE
OCCUPATION: EXOTIC DANCER

dear diary,

I guess I should start at the beginning. My dad is a powerful man. He's the owner of several large companies, and he holds land in foreign countries that I've never even heard of. He's respected by all, and almost everyone who meets him longs to be in his position - or his daughter's. I would gladly swap places with almost anyone in the world for a day without him in my life. I don't love my father - though he loves me as much as his cold heart possibly can. Probably because I look a lot like my mother. When she died in a drive-by shooting a few years ago, I was bumped up several notches in his book. It hurts to realize that looking like my mum is the only reason he tolerates me. Anyway, we were getting off subject for a minute.

Today, my dad found out more about the drive-by. Apparently, it was one of my mom's many, many lovers who decided if he couldn't have her, he'd kill her. My dad wasn't even sad or hurt. He was angry that she cheated on him, even years after her death had happened. He believes she should rot in hell. So my fears were proven correct when he came to me at four AM this morning and told me to pack my bags. That he couldn't live with me anymore, and if I wasn't gone by time the sun rose, he was going to call the police on me and pay them to take me away. As much as it hurt, I did just that. Why? Because I'm stupid and can't stand my ground against authority. My most irritating flaw ever. I packed up my suitcases, shoved them in my car, flipped off my dad, and started to drive.

Soon enough, I ended up in Kingsford, California. Exhausted, without money, and with the very few belongings I was keeping in the trunk of my car, I wandered around the place hoping to find a job that would help me get back up on my feet. Nothing came up, because I was unwilling to tell them about my history with my dad and the quarrel we'd had. I ended up in a bar, drunk off my ass, after selling a few of my things so I could rent out a hotel for the night. It was there that the owner of the bar saw me, and offered me a position as his....ah, dancer. He also offered to let me stay at his place until the situation blows over.

I'm trying to keep up. I haven't been writing lately, and I need to catch up on everything that's happened, but I'm so tired. I've managed to get a nice income, and a small amount of money in the bank, large enough for a down payment on my down payment to college. I'm hoping to become an actress. The days are long, the nights while I work are longer. My job won't stay a secret for long, and when it gets out? What am I supposed to do? Well, until then....

- Katrina Foxx

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's DREAM/DRE-BEAR/DRE and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about SEVEN YEARS. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up at PM, AIM, MSN, EMAIL, etc. i'm also in THE PACIFIC ZONE just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, N/A!