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Kɪss Mᴇ Iғ I'ᴍ Wʀᴏɴɢ Bᴜᴛ.. Dɪɴᴏsᴀᴜʀs Sᴛɪʟʟ Exɪsᴛ Rɪɢʜᴛ?[/center]
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→ [color=fd9697][b]Name:[/b][/color] 
[i]Dawn Kingston[/i]

→ [color=fd9697][b]Age:[/b][/color] 
[i]16[/i]

→ [color=fd9697][b]Likes:[/b][/color] 
[i]Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside. [/i]

→ [color=fd9697][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] 
[i]Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.[/i]

→ [color=fd9697][b]Quirk:[/b][/color] 
[i]Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.[/i]

→ [color=fd9697][b]Biography:[/b][/color] 
[i]"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.  

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills. 

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything. 

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time. 

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area. 

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."[/i]