Post by Serena Fitzgerald on Sept 21, 2013 15:06:06 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] SERENA LILLIAN FITZGERALD  SERENA | 18 | NURSING ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? Oh, hi there! I've never done one of these interviews before, but are they always this dimly-lit? Is there a way to turn on a few more lights? I'd love something bright and cheery for this room! Anyways, my name's Serena Fitzgerald. You might know my older brother Jace a bit better. He never went to Kings, but he's living around SanFran right now. I'm eighteen years old and a Freshman at King Protea College. ------------------------------------------------- AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL? Nope! My family lived in East L.A. for many generations, and we all just stayed in the same place. I'd even say you could trace back my roots in Los Angeles as far back as at least my great-great-grandparents' time. I guess my generation's the first to break out! My brother believes we'd remained in one place for so long because no one had the courage or motivation to leave, but I like to think it's because we have so many memories there; our family was built on the foundation of East L.A. after all! We probably just had too much history there to leave the city behind... We're here now because my brother, not Jace, but Ian, was accepted to college, so Jace followed him in order to keep an eye out for our brother. A few years later, I got accepted to Kings, and that's why I'm here. ------------------------------------------------- NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD. The Fitzgerald family stands at an average size, not too big, but definitely not a one-child home. There's Jace, the oldest, and Ian, the middle child, making me the youngest of the three. My parents live by themselves now, since all of their kids have moved off to SanFran, but don't worry, Jace takes really good care of me! It really hurts to say it, but my family's nearly non-extant. We've all gone our own ways, and my parents hardly see their children. I text and email Jace as often as I can, and now that I'm away from Mom and Dad, I can see him a lot more! He's the one I'm closest to; I don't even have to think about it to know. He's always been so protective of me, and he's the most caring person I know. In fact, I couldn't stop crying when he left the house and never returned, so I used the contact info he left and got in touch with him whenever my parents were out. It's nice, but sad, that he's had to do my parents job in being my role model. They did care, in a sense, but they never stopped treating me like a child, sheltering me from things they thought I couldn't handle, but that didn't keep me from learning about things on my own. Ian's the genius of the family, and my parents knew it better than anyone else did. Or at least, they talked about it more than even Ian himself did... He had such high grades, and his resumé was so brilliant, that we weren't surprised when he was accepted some of the top schools in the country! Since we both go to school in this city, we see each other a lot, and there's always time for sibling bonding. ------------------------------------------------- GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON? I'd say so, definitely. I was cared for very well by my brothers, and my parents babied me growing up, so I'm pretty caring towards other people as well, and my innocence is usually subjected to comments from basically anyone. That's not to say I'm still some sort of child! I may have been treated like one by Mom and Dad, but I'm eighteen. I've matured, even if I prefer keeping my mind and conscience free of any drama and negative thoughts. Because I was a very sheltered child, I have a more pleasant outlook on the world, and I honestly believe that all people are really good at heart, even if they try to conceal it behind the smoke and mirrors. I know what it's like to hide the pain away in order to keep up appearances in front of friends and peers. I had to act like my family wasn't falling apart everyday in school. It hurt so much, but I needed to stay strong so that my friends wouldn't start seeing me differently and acting strange around me. I like to approach things gently; it's beneficial to give a positive impression on people when you meet them. When others view me as a sweet and kind girl, it really makes my day. I'd rather be nice and caring than cruel and apathetic. The more people trust you, the more likely they are to open up to you, and I feel like a true friend when I flesh out the good in people, which is why I like to view everyone and everything with optimism; it's become my signature trademark, and I love it! ------------------------------------------------- THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM? Yeah, my back story's packed with a lot of things, but heads up, it's not exactly a fairytale. As you already know, I'm the baby of the Fitzgerald family; my parents and brothers were very protective of me, and I rarely ever saw the full picture in the disputes that became so commonplace in the household. My family left me out of the arguments and disagreements because they didn't want anything to corrupt me, especially as a child. East Los Angeles is a very bright and cheerful city, filled with so many kind souls and free spirits, but unfortunately for me, my parents' rearing limited my ability to explore all parts of the city. All of the outings I took with my friends either were supervised from afar or resulted in a thorough interrogation when I got home over everything that took place. I started to think that they were so strict and neurotic because they thought I might end up like Jace, but to be honest, my oldest brother is a very loving, generous man who, dare I say, did a better job raising me than Mom and Dad ever did. We definitely weren't a wealthy family, and only generously could we have been considered lower-middle class. Where I come from, most families would be from relatively humble beginnings, and mine was certainly no exception. If anything, we were an example of an exaggeration, but I sort of like where I came from; if I had been spoiled rotten in some posh manor, I wouldn't be able to preserve my modesty and gentle nature. Jace had been in and out of juvie quite a few times, so it became less and less surprising each time he went in, but it was never any less painful for me when he was gone. He always came back really soon, so I was never alone for too long. He may have been charged with several accounts of assault and theft, but I could only ever see him as the amazing, irreplaceable brother I had grown up with. Besides, the only fights I'd ever actually bore witness to was when he beat down the perverts who tried to grope and kiss me. I wasn't exactly trying to convince him that those borderline sex offenders were "really good at heart" but I couldn't ever watch the fights for too long, especially when Jace was constantly pleading for me to run away. One day, he was arrested for petty theft, and at first, it wasn't too bad. I was expecting my parents to pick him up during the night and he'd visit my room at night to tell me he was all right. But when morning dawned to signify the difficult night had passed, I was shocked to see he was still not home. When I questioned my parents and they told me they had not intention of retrieving my oldest brother, I broke down in tears; I was devastated! How could they leave their own son in some desolate, harsh detention center, all alone and without someone like me to provide him with good company?! They gave birth to him! He ended up spending an entire two years in that awful place, and there was nothing I could've done to help him! I had no one to cry to when I awoke from the constant nightmares that haunted my sleep or run to when kids at school picked on me! Even worse, Jace was without any friends or his siblings who cared so much about him. It was an awful time, for both of us... Jace left us a little before I entered high school. He dropped his contact info on the kitchen counter and left just like that. I hardly even got to see him between the time he left to juvie to when he stepped out of the house for the last time, but a part of me would always be glad that, even though we were separated, he wasn't confined to a juvenile cell. I texted and emailed him as often as I could, which was whenever Mom and Dad were out of the house, and I learned he had moved in with a friend. Knowing my brother, I had no doubt that he wasn't making money delivering pizzas or babysitting neighbors' children, but I didn't care. He was finally free. I had my fair share of friends in school, whichever ones earned my parents' approval. They were all studious, deeply involved in community service, modest, and my age or slightly younger. If I ever showed up with someone who wore tight dresses or leather jackets, my parents no doubt would've taken out a restraining order against them. I joined a lot of service clubs, animal programs, and fun groups in high school, and remained very active in all of them up until after my graduation. Dad thought I was doing all of that so I could fill up my college resumé and he commended me for it, but in reality, I was only participating in all of those clubs because I genuinely love animals and helping others and socializing with my peers. I wasn't traditionally popular; I wasn't Homecoming or Prom Queen, head cheerleader, student body president, or anything of the sort, and my social affiliations were restricted to the innocent and charitable types - not that I'm complaining about the friends I made or the activities I participated in. I was generally well-liked by the people I knew, and my teachers always smiled when I said 'hi' and turned in my homework or scored well on assessments. While I wasn't as remarkably prodigious in academics as Ian was, I made good grades, and I was an honors student in high school. My teachers never really had set expectations for me when I first entered their classrooms. None of them were sure if I'd be like Jace, who dropped out at sixteen, or Ian, who was one of the finest and most exemplary students the school had ever seen, so they were pleased that I performed well and maintained a positive image in their halls. My tearful goodbyes to my favorite teachers and close friends stood a stark contrast from the more solemn words I shared with my parents at my graduation. Even now, after I've enrolled at King Protea College, I've communicated with my former teachers and classmates a lot more than I have with my parents, who don't really seem to be making much of an effort to get in touch with me. A part of me desperately hoped they would have a change of heart as I stepped out the house's front door with my suitcases packed and my schoolbooks in hand. But unfortunately, those were unanswered dreams. Now, I study Nursing, since I've always strived to help others however I can do so best. For me, that contribution would come in the form of a career in health. Tending to patients and making them as comfortable and relaxed as possible was my motivation. I just need to be as gentle as I've known how. ------------------------------------------------- MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. I knew it wasn't the hoity-toity story you've gotten so used to, but my background was never really a good form of entertainment to begin with. I don't want to be late for class now, so I'll just be going now. Bye! ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED TIFFANY AND SITS AT SEVENTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE U.S. EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO ALEXANDRA CHANDO, DON'T YOU THINK? |
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