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[h1]Analise Marie Vitali[/h1][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] [i]17[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]Feisty. Outgoing. Happy-Go-Lucky. Sarcastic. Adventurous. Goofy. [/i]

[b]History:[/b] [i]Analise was born of Italian descent into a upper middle class family. Her mother and father were both employed in banking, and she never had too much hardship growing up. She is the youngest of 3 children; her two older brothers: Antonio and Anthony. Twins, and both quite the troublemakers. Growing up Ana spent quite the time with her brothers, following them around like a lost puppy. They protected and kept her safe, but also brought her into the world of vices while mom and dad were away at work, or sleeping soundly in bed. 

Meeting Caylee and Ivy were the best things that could have ever happened to the girl. The two really balanced her out, and without the two she wouldn't know what her life might be like. It was hard seeing Caylee leave for her vacation, but she knew the girl would have fun, and she wished her just that. Tying a friendship bracelet around her wrist she kissed her gently on the cheek, "See you soon babe. Don't do anything I WOULD do!" were the last words she had said before Caylee left, and she hope wouldn't be the last.

A party here and there, a drink here and there to match. Ana couldn't keep track, and without Caylee and Ivy to keep her straight, she almost didn't care. There wasn't too many memories of that night besides the rancid taste of vomit in her mouth the next day. "Ivy, I don't feel so good. Come take care of me?" Ana texted helplessly; and of course Ivy delivered.

The two were together when the tragedy of Caylee's family reached them. They were highly upset about it, and wish they could reach out to Caylee to protect her and take her away from everything that was wrong with this world's path of destiny. "I can't imagine how she's feeling Ana." Ivy said as they laid together in Ana's bed, the third night they had slept over at each other's house since hearing of the accident. "I-" Ana started before her throat started to close, she was going to throw up. Rushing to the en-suite bathroom, Analise threw up heavily, dry heaving as her petite body trembled on the tiled floor. "Ana?" Ivy called through the door, "Are you okay Ana?" 

"I don't know." she choked out, "but something is wrong."

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[h1]Ivy Cheyanne Kolt[/h1][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] [i]17[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]Calm. Friendly. Level-Headed. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Positive [/i]

[b]History:[/b] [i] Ivy was born of Irish descent to a upper middle class family. Her father is a dentist, and her mother works at the spa along with Levi's. Ivy is an only child, and that is the way she likes it. When not chasing Caylee and Ana around town, she often would fall into a land of fantasy in her books, writings, and sometimes artwork. Ivy has always been taught a good work and study ethic, being pushed by her parents to exceed in everything in life. One could say they push her a little too hard to be perfect, but she takes it in stride. 

Meeting Caylee and Ana was a bit on the stressful side at first, with Ana being the 'let's go do this right here, right now' type- Ivy was sure thankful Caylee was there to help soften the edges. Ivy admired and cared deeply for the two of them, and even though they were all so young, she often thought about where they all would be in years to come. She giggled at the thought of them in a nursing home cruising about trying to pick up hot babes. 

It hit Ivy hard when the news came home about Caylee and her family. Ivy found refuge at Ana's house often, as the two tried to keep strong for their friend. It wasn't that Ivy's parents didn't care about what was going on, but they felt there were more things in life that Ivy needed to be focused on; like calculus homework. With her hand tightly wrapped around Ana's, and in the deep dark of the night should reveal her thoughts more easily. "I can't imagine how she's feeling Ana." she mentioned, her brows creasing on her pale forehead. 

Before she could get a response, Ana had hopped up and made a straight line to the bathroom, the sound of vomit escaping her, and making Ivy cringe. She waited a few moments before getting up and walking to the door, "Ana?" she questioned, "Ana are you okay?" she was concerned, but figured it was probably the stress of the situation. It wasn't rare for Ana to overreact, but this time seemed different.

It was a week or so later that Ivy finally encouraged Ana to go see a doctor. Waiting, and waiting in the hallway, Ivy kicked her boots on the ground as she worried. Why was all this happening right now? It was going to be the start of their senior year; this was supposed to be the happiest years of their life right? "Ivy.." Ana interrupted the train of thought in the young girl's head as she darted her attention to her, getting up, stumbling a little as she did so, "What did they say Ana? Is everything going to be okay?" 

Ana stared, her green eyes vacant and empty. The tears welled up slowly, and then all at once in a heavy sob. 

"I-I-'m Pregnant." [/i]