Post by isabella diana divito on Jan 10, 2010 6:41:13 GMT -5
HELLO, isabella diana divito
. WELCOME TO CHICAGO.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!my name is isabella. isabella diana divito. my name is a part of me and i would never want to change it. it kind of shows my heritage. see, my mother was mexican which is where the diana of my name comes from. yes. my father, on the other hand, was italian which is where the isabella and divito comes from. together i am an italian-mexican american girl. seventeen year old girl to be exact. i'll be eighteen soon though. on february twenty-third. of course, that also means that on that day, almost eighteen years ago, i was born. i was born to edoardo and maricela divito, the greatest parents to have ever grazed this planet. oh, they were. you don't even understand. they used to take such good care of me. see, my parents used to put me first. always. they both had jobs, they both had lives, but isabella diana divito was always first on their list. at every show i ever did up until i was fifteen, they were there. both of them. not just my mother, not just my father. no, both my mother and father were there. always. they never missed anything that was important to me. money was never the issue with us. we had enough to live and that was all that mattered to us. i attended private schools on scholarships for my dance and yes. i had the perfect life. you don't even fully understand how perfect it was. i was a young girl who had both parents in her life (who, by the way, were happily married) and dance. i went to a private school dedicated for the arts. my mom, the most amazing dancer i will ever know, taught all kinds of dances. she always had something new to teach me. she ran a dance studio. that's what my momma did. and she used to choreograph all these different broadway shows too. like, the only one i was in, grease. she choreographed that one. i played the lead and omg, amazing. you don't even know. anyways, my father worked as an english teacher at a middle school. my parents were amazing. and i'm sure you noticed the past tense in everything about them. my parents died when i was fifteen in a car accident, in pennsylvania. i was born and raised in new york city, new york by the way. so they were there watching a play. i was with my best friend. i get a call. i'm told my parents died in a car accident. both died on impact. i gotta tell you, the only thing a fifteen year old girl wants to hear on the phone is a cute boy asking her out. not that both her lifelines died. both. the next few months were a blur. not because they passed quickly but because, they're not months i specifically enjoy remembering. finally, after everything was put under the custody of my father's sister, my aunt. with her was my cousin, jasmine mercer. and with them i ended up in chicago. i've been here since. i'm a senior in high school right now. i work as a dance instructor. i teach a ballet class for children of ages five through seven. dance is my life. dance will forever be my life no matter where i am or who i'm with. i love my aunt and jazz very much but not a day goes by without me missing their presence. but even through that, i'm awfully nice. i interact with people, get along with most. i don't want problems. i love peace signs and am often seen with them. bright colors make me happy. i don't like things that will harm me or other. i don't like feeling pain but more than, i don't like showing pain. music is also a big part of my life and i adore it just a but less than dancing. this is my life. as good or bad you think it maybe, you're probably wrong. because know one but me will ever understand it. -smiles- just, be happy. peace, love, happiness. because that's all we have to live for.
wow, i'm glad to be joining HEARTLESS. my name just so happens to be patty, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be selena gomez. i've been doing this for five, almost six years, so i pretty much know how this all works. oh yeah, i read the rules and the password is welcome to the good life. thanks for having me![/blockquote] [/color]
there wasn't anything that johanna lisette kristoph loved more than the days that she taught at the elementary school as part of her schooling. she loved spending time with the children that had become a part of her and helping them in everything that they did. she knew that at that age, everything was important because it stuck to the children. and so having the chance to have such a strong influence on them was amazing to her. she adored them all like if they were hers because, in a way, they were. they spent several hours with her and their classmates. she became their parent for those hours and it was an amazing feeling to have. an amazing feeling that constantly made her wish for children of her own. but she was young and it wasn't the time. no matter how much she wanted it to be the time.
but for the next three weeks, johanna didn't have school and, because her kids didn't have school, she didn't have a class to teach. where most students would enjoy the time off, johanna didn't. she loved her classes far too much to ever really want to stop them. it made her feel both useless and kind of hollow as well. where jagger and jacqui loved to dance, they never had to stop. jericho and jayson never had to stop playing much. and yet she had to stop teaching. the only really great thing about her time off though was the fact that she spent most of it with eric, her husband. not that anyone knew yet, but he still was. during the three weeks away from school, johanna so far had been spending most of it at his house. she practically lived there and the decision to tell her family was becoming something she could accept. she had to tell them. it was haunting her that she hadn't. she knew her siblings would approve. they all liked eric, for the most part. they knew that after so long with him he would never hurt her. it was really only her parents she was truly worried about. mostly their father. her mother, as much as she would disapprove of how it was done, she would accept it and be happy for her. it was just his reaction she was worried about it.
during the weeks though she had also been volunteering at a local daycare center. although students had two or three weeks off, parents still had to work and therefore they needed to leave their kids somewhere. it was perfect for johanna. she went in whenever she could and got to take care of children. it was perfect for her. and so on that specific day, her morning had been spent there at the daycare center. she spent two hours there doing everything from helping a kid learn to read to playing duck, duck, goose with them. when the time came to leave she happily walked over to her husband's house and spent the rest of the time with him. the time was spent with them doing absolutely nothing but laying in bed together with the television, but it was those moments that she loved most. just him and her and nothing more. because it was all that she needed. considering she hadn't been home in two days though, johanna hesitantly pulled away from his arms. after kissing him goodbye (various different times as she gathered her things), she walked out of his house and onto the streets of new york.
it didn't take her long to walk to the subway station and soon she was walking the rest of the way to the kristoph home. unlike her brothers, she really preferred to walk everywhere. feeling awfully quiet, johanna stepped inside of the house, closing the door behind her in case jaelle was asleep. she walked to the bottom of the stairs and that's when she heard his voice. instantly she felt sick to her stomach. she wanted to vomit and she would have if she wasn't frozen to the spot. "if you're gonna keep dancing, at least do so properly," he growled. she knew something was wrong. it wasn't just the fact that she had taken a class on identifying abuse since she was becoming a teacher, but she knew it. to her knowledge, their father had never spoken to any of them like that. this was all wrong. and so johanna dropped her bag on the floor before running up the stairs. at the word dancing she knew exactly who he had been talking to. she passed her father walking down the stairs and kept running up. part of her told her to stop him but a much larger part told her that she needed to get upstairs. and so she bolted up and straight into her brother's room and she stopped dead as soon as her eyes landed on her brother lying on his bed. her jagger london kristoph.
tears filled her eyes as she slowly moved toward him. "jag..." she whispered because she hadn't really found her voice yet. she reached out to touch him but then pulled her hand back, knowing it would hurt him. she could see the blood on his forehead and there was no doubt in her mind that if he shed his clothes she would find worse things a long his body. "oh my god, jag. i'll be right back, don't move," she said quickly before running out of his room and into her bathroom. her hands were shaking badly so it took her a few tries to open the drawer. she took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing the first aid kid she had. she grabbed towels, soaking one with water and the rest leaving them dry. she hurried back out and into her brother's room where she dropped everything on his bed. "let me see," she whispered, pulling at his shirt. she knew she didn't want to see but she had too. she also knew that after she had helped him she needed to get a phone. there was no way she was keeping this to herself. there was no fucking way that man would ever get away with hurting one of the people she loved most. there was no fucking way he would ever get away with hurting his son.
but for the next three weeks, johanna didn't have school and, because her kids didn't have school, she didn't have a class to teach. where most students would enjoy the time off, johanna didn't. she loved her classes far too much to ever really want to stop them. it made her feel both useless and kind of hollow as well. where jagger and jacqui loved to dance, they never had to stop. jericho and jayson never had to stop playing much. and yet she had to stop teaching. the only really great thing about her time off though was the fact that she spent most of it with eric, her husband. not that anyone knew yet, but he still was. during the three weeks away from school, johanna so far had been spending most of it at his house. she practically lived there and the decision to tell her family was becoming something she could accept. she had to tell them. it was haunting her that she hadn't. she knew her siblings would approve. they all liked eric, for the most part. they knew that after so long with him he would never hurt her. it was really only her parents she was truly worried about. mostly their father. her mother, as much as she would disapprove of how it was done, she would accept it and be happy for her. it was just his reaction she was worried about it.
during the weeks though she had also been volunteering at a local daycare center. although students had two or three weeks off, parents still had to work and therefore they needed to leave their kids somewhere. it was perfect for johanna. she went in whenever she could and got to take care of children. it was perfect for her. and so on that specific day, her morning had been spent there at the daycare center. she spent two hours there doing everything from helping a kid learn to read to playing duck, duck, goose with them. when the time came to leave she happily walked over to her husband's house and spent the rest of the time with him. the time was spent with them doing absolutely nothing but laying in bed together with the television, but it was those moments that she loved most. just him and her and nothing more. because it was all that she needed. considering she hadn't been home in two days though, johanna hesitantly pulled away from his arms. after kissing him goodbye (various different times as she gathered her things), she walked out of his house and onto the streets of new york.
it didn't take her long to walk to the subway station and soon she was walking the rest of the way to the kristoph home. unlike her brothers, she really preferred to walk everywhere. feeling awfully quiet, johanna stepped inside of the house, closing the door behind her in case jaelle was asleep. she walked to the bottom of the stairs and that's when she heard his voice. instantly she felt sick to her stomach. she wanted to vomit and she would have if she wasn't frozen to the spot. "if you're gonna keep dancing, at least do so properly," he growled. she knew something was wrong. it wasn't just the fact that she had taken a class on identifying abuse since she was becoming a teacher, but she knew it. to her knowledge, their father had never spoken to any of them like that. this was all wrong. and so johanna dropped her bag on the floor before running up the stairs. at the word dancing she knew exactly who he had been talking to. she passed her father walking down the stairs and kept running up. part of her told her to stop him but a much larger part told her that she needed to get upstairs. and so she bolted up and straight into her brother's room and she stopped dead as soon as her eyes landed on her brother lying on his bed. her jagger london kristoph.
tears filled her eyes as she slowly moved toward him. "jag..." she whispered because she hadn't really found her voice yet. she reached out to touch him but then pulled her hand back, knowing it would hurt him. she could see the blood on his forehead and there was no doubt in her mind that if he shed his clothes she would find worse things a long his body. "oh my god, jag. i'll be right back, don't move," she said quickly before running out of his room and into her bathroom. her hands were shaking badly so it took her a few tries to open the drawer. she took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing the first aid kid she had. she grabbed towels, soaking one with water and the rest leaving them dry. she hurried back out and into her brother's room where she dropped everything on his bed. "let me see," she whispered, pulling at his shirt. she knew she didn't want to see but she had too. she also knew that after she had helped him she needed to get a phone. there was no way she was keeping this to herself. there was no fucking way that man would ever get away with hurting one of the people she loved most. there was no fucking way he would ever get away with hurting his son.
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