Amy Ann Fletcher [[Finished]]

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
My name is Amy Ann Fletcher.
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Yes, it's Amzie.
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
I was born in Italy but my parents are English.
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
Well as I was born in Italy, that makes me an Italian citizen...so Italian
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
April 2nd 1992
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
That makes me Eighteen.
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
I do not follow a religion...
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
I am heterosexual.
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Murder and breaking and entering...

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HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Three and a half years.
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Ashley Greene

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
I like to shop, style hair and to read.
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Playing soccer, cooking and fighting...
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
Never coming out of here...what about if three and a half years extend?
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE? To make a new life for myself and move on...
what do you want to accomplish
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
I have bad anger problems, I bite my nails and I can have a bit of a "crazy" moment at times.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
The usual tall, dark and handsome men. Big muscles, lush hair and nice eyes...oh and someone who plays guitar helps.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Spotty, smelly computer nerdy guys.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
My favoutite memory happened when I was 8 and my father bought me a soft, brown bear teddy and I cherished it! I just remember it was coming up to christmas and my father walked up to me and gave me this beautiful teddy bear with shiny black button eyes and a friendly smile.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
My worst memory...it happened when I murdered Cherrie Adalay and my ex boyfriend James...Cherrie was a rich snob and liked to show off about it and I hated it but I just stayed out of her way until she started to flirt with my ex, well he wasn't my ex at the time and I didn't like it, she knew he was mine but she didn't stop! Then I managed to sneak into her big posh house one day and caught them in bed together! I was blinded by rage! So I burst into the room and threw myself at Cherrie, scratching at her eyes and pulling her hair, until James pulled me off, so I turned around and grabbed a bronze doorstop and hit him around the head with it...killing him instantly, then I turned on the terrified, screaming Cherrie and done the same thing.
I didn't stop there, I picked up their lifeless bodies and put them on the bed, then positioned them to look like they are cuddling, that's what the pricks wanted anyway!
Then I stayed rocking back and forth covered in blood as the cops arrived, apparently a neighbour heard her screams.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Well, I am Amy Ann Fletcher, I was born in Italy to my two English parents. I loved them dearly and they treated me like a little princess, well I was their little princess! I lived a good life along with my bear Sheldon, I loved that teddy, my daddy got it for me when I was eight and I had it up to I was fifteen then I tucked it away in my drawer and never got him out again.
I had a close bond with my parent's as I was growing up, they helped me though all life's little dramas and I adored them for it, but there was one thing they couldn't help me with and that thing ruined not only my life but my parents too...
As I got older I went through many boyfriends but my favourite was James, until I caught him sleeping with a stupid posh bitch called Cherrie....then that unfortunate night happened, when I killed them both! But they deserved it! They shouldn't hurt me like that! Ever since then, my parents want nothing to do with me and I was no longer their little princess and then I started to lose my mind as was classed as "unstable", so my parent's don't even visit because they are shamed of their "unstable" daughter

I am a happy girl..well I was until I got banged up here, now you normally see me sulking around the halls, or even sometimes crying in the corner, I am too soft for a place like this and it's cracking me, I sometimes self-harm too, to relieve the pain and stress I have.
I used to be pretty confident and take pride in my appearance, now I have no confidence and I don't take much notice of the way I look sometimes.
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
My mother is Jane Fletcher, she is about 40 now and I do not know what she does now, I haven't seen her in awhile but last time I saw her she was a receptionist.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
My father is Clive Fletcher, he is about 43 and he was a IT technician last time I heard.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Nope.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
Nope.
ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
No one important.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
My past...not the best of subjects, I have only described the not so...bad things other than the murder of course, but my past is the reason for my murder, well that's what I put it down to anyway, my past was the reason I had the guts to do it, that's why I have the anger problems.
This was when I was about fifteen, I was bullied about having Sheldon my lovely teddy bear, which was one of the reasons I stuck him in a drawer, but another reason for my bullying is because I was quiet and shy and they found me as a good target to be bullied by them, to make them feel good about their shit life's.
Maybe also because I never fought back, I sat there and took it and absorbed all the words and attacks, maybe because I wouldn't tell anyone about my ordeal, so they always got away with it...but I really don't know I never stopped and asked them why they tortured me the way they did.
Now when I say bullying I don't mean name calling and people stealing my lunch money, I mean physically attacking me, I will go into more detail on the story.
The people who done this was two girls and two boys, they were a little group who was in the year above me and they took pleasure in kicking me, throwing stuff at me, punching me, now that doesn't sound like something that would screw me up, but that wasn't the worst of it.
I was walking from from school one day and they were behind me and they were more mean than ever.
Now I have to walk though an alley way to get home and that is where they decided to strike.
I was held down by the two guys as the girls kicked, spat and punched me, one even grabbed me around the throat and strangled me, then the girls held me down and the guys beat me a bit before finally raping me while the girls spat at me and called me names like "whore", "slut" and "slag" and I just closed my eyes and begged for it to be over.
That damaged me, that really, really damaged me...oh and I failed to mention something...one of them girls was Cherrie...which is another reason why I took pleasure in murdering her.
But that day screwed me up and I haven't felt "stable" since then, but I carried on until it was too much...
I never told anyone about my ordeal and when people asked why I was bruised I just said I tripped over a trash can and landed on some discarded wood and glass and they believed me, even my own parents.
I used to go to my room and cry or sometimes lock myself in the toilets and cry, I even resorted to self harming, it helps me sometimes, I still do it now!
I know I am fucked up and I need help, but I don't like to admit it, I try and act normal but it gets too much for me, so I just scream and lash out, I am even scared of myself at times, I just wish I could turn back the clock and start all over again, but that is just not possible...is it? So I am stuck like this forever, I just know it! And as much as I hate it here, I have no idea what I am gonna do when I get out of here, I really dread to think. I have no family or friends to go back to, so I will be alone in this big wide world.

I loved my family, we were a typical happy family, we always went out together to do family activities, they would take turns to read me bedtime stories.
My mother used to paint with me, my father used to make stuff with me and every night all three of us would snuggle on the sofa and watch movies.

As I got older we all still got along really well, we'd still go out together, have lunch, have days out to parks, watch movies but they never knew of the bullying I had to endure, but I didn't want to worry them, but if I knew it was going to drive me mental and to the point were I murder two people, I would have asked for help but I just didn't know...

After the murders my parents were disgusted by the sight of me, they couldn't bare to even hear my voice.
My mother told me that I wasn't her daughter, her daughter died along with Cherrie and James, but I demanded that wasn't true, I told her I was still her daughter and as I went to hug her she pushed me away and screamed that she never wanted to see me again! My father stood there and that was enough torture for me, because I knew he was disappointed in me and that was the worst thing; I lost my parents due to a stupid move of jealousy and because my mind has been fucked up to the point of no return...I just wish one day they could talk to me. .

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

Peyton

AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Female
EXPERIENCE
About two years.
CONTACT INFO
AIM or PM. My AIM is nightsbrokenstar
TIME ZONE
GMT? Lol not sure, I am from England anyway lol!
RULE PHRASE
Erm is it sanspro? That's what I got from the letters anyway lol![/size]

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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[Kohaku R. LeBara]

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The application as a whole looks good, but the history. Can you add more about her past, perhaps her family and a bit more on why she was bullied? Please and thank you

[amy]

I added more, I hope it's okay x