Sugar and Spite

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Sunshine Hollingsworth

Name

Sable Aurora Marie Hollingsworth

Nickname(s): She prefers Sunshine, but Cookie, B, Ro, Ra, Ri, Mari, Mary work as well.
Age

17

Gender

Female.

Sexuality

Panaromantic Demisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Resident Ray of Sunshine, Cookie Queen, ‘That short new girl.’

Appearance Details
Sable stands at a mere five feet tall, causing her to often go unnoticed in a crowd. Her most dominant feature is her dark brown eyes, said to have light flecks of gold in them. Her full, rosey lips, lightly tanned skin and round face give her an innocent sort of look. Her body type is considered to be an hourglass, caught at the perfect distance between thin and chubby. Sables light brown hair falls to her shoulder blades in light, natural waves. It is usually seen left down, in a ponytail, or braided.

The young woman considers her style to be a girly grunge. Some of the items in her closet include: halter tank tops, tees, and sweaters, band merch, ripped skinny jeans, tons of Aeropostale, converse, a few dresses, some hoodies, leggings, her favorite solid black varsity jacket, etc. Not a stranger to makeup, she usually wears red lipstick and mascara. She always wears a black choker, and usually dresses in neutral colors.

Sable has a scar running diagonally across her whole palm from where she was cleaning up broken glass one day.
Personality Traits

What Sable lacks in height, she makes up for in personality. Known to usually be the one to make people smile, Sunshine has a sharp wit, and is quite intelligent. Her loyalties run deep. Add that to her strong sense of compassion, and she can find herself in a world of trouble. Sable loves to pull small pranks on her friends, and makes a good sounding board for people's problems. A competitive girl at heart, she never backs down from a challenge and is quite the adrenaline junkie.

Though not technically a rebel, Sable doesn't allow herself to be pushed around, and has the tendency to be a bit hot headed. Having no problems with standing up for herself, those around her, or what she believes in - the girl is very argumentative. Though friendly to just about anyone, Sable has a hard time letting people get close due to trust issues.

Upbringing Synopsis

Born in Brooklyn New York, Sable was the light of both her mother and father's world. Her father owned his own Law Firm, and her mother was a well known model who often did shows with Gucci and the like. At the age of 8, it was discovered that her mother had an inoperable brain tumor. For the next four years, Sable watched her mother away and helped take care of her until she died.

Following the event of her mother's death, Sunshines father poured himself into his work more than ever, opening five different branches. Sables grades slacked off shortly after, making her a C average student for the next few years.

While in Enviromental Studies, Sable was pulled out of class and notified that her father had had a heart attack and had died. She was 16 at the time. Moving to Florida to live with her aunt, Sunshine locked herself in her room for the better part of the summer before finding comfort in the oceans waters. She tried public school for a short while, but her aunt figured that since she was in a private school, Kings Academy would be a good fit for her. Sable looks forward to starting at Kings after homecoming.

Family

Edward Gregory Hollingsworth - Father - Prosecutor Attorney - Deceased
Cora Evangaline Hollingsworth - Mother - Model - Deceased
Jen Hollingsworth - Aunt - Age 47 - Waitress

Misc.
Bea Miller | #7ea7d8
Song of the month: Lose My by Stand Atlantic
-Upon her parents death, Sable inherited close to 2 millon dollars, a trust fund she can't open until 21, and the family house.
-She loves the movie Grease.
-Tequila makes her wild af.
-Writes shit poetry and sketches with charcoal pencils.
-Sings on the regular.

Post a random fact about yourself.

@Gunther I'm fine. Intervention.... perhaps.

Whenever someone send me a song, I like to analyze it. The lyrics, more specifically, to try and figure out what the song means to them. Sometimes this gets me in trouble because I just assume, and I think that everyone appreciates music like me. (I don't mean that to sound cocky.) I've just used music to send messages to people with the things I could never say, so I assume everyone else does the same.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I've injured myself a lot in the last twenty-four hours. I've punched walls, walked through the woods and scratched my legs. Dropped the blade to the meat slicer on my foot at work. Luckily it landed flat on my foot so my shoe didn't get cut or anything. Oh, and I twisted my ankle on the opposite foot. 🙃

I Write Sins, Not Tradgedies. (Haleys Test Site.)

Ban the Person above you

Banned for having head phone ears.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being such a colorful birdie.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

292

The Quiet Thoughts of an Overactive Mind

I'm having one of my bad days again, and I'm sorry. I've locked myself in my room with the lights off and the blinds shut because this is where I feel comfortable. I'm sorry I didn't want to leave with you when you asked. I just don't feel like doing much of anything right now.

My life is falling apart and coming together all at the same time. There are certain times when my smile no longer feels fake. When I'm laughing with the people I care about, I sometimes get a little high off the feeling. I'm doing things that I have always wanted. I am becoming the person who I was meant to be. But at the same time, I am still the broken, bitter, sad girl that I have always been. Sure, I feel happy from time to time, but after those few short moments, I always go back to being angry. I sometimes wish that I could just go back to being sad all the time, but instead I have reached a point to where I am either anger or nothing. I am always angry - mostly at myself.

I wish I could just say what was on my mind. Let the words roll off my tongue as they please. Instead I am scared of the damage that my words may do. That I'll slip and you'll find out something that would hurt you, because heaven knows if you knew half the shit that went through my mind, you'd probably have me locked up and have pills shoved down my throat. That or you'd look at me like I needed fixing. Like you pity me. Like you're scared. Because that's the way you always look at me. That's the way you all look at me, and you'd do it again.

You see, I don't want to be saved. I never asked to be saved. But you all sit there and think to yourself 'I can fix her.' No you can't. I've been trying to fix myself for years now, ya know? And I've gotten no where. I'm only eighteen. I've felt this way since I was twelve. Twelve. It may not seem like that bit of a deal, but when you think about it, I've been wasting away for a third of my life.

"You have your whole life ahead of you," they say.

I know this. But the future scares me. I know who I want to be. I know where I want to go and what I want to do. But what if I mess it up like I have everything else in life?

"You're so brave."

Why? Because I stood on the edge of the cliff to stare down at the ground beneath? That's not bravery. That's the death wish. That's me wishing I had the nerve to jump.

"There's no way that you feel the way that you say you do. There's nothing wrong with your life. There's nothing to be sad about."

You think I don't know this? You think that I don't know that I have people who care about me? You think that I don't know that I have a place to call home, a bed to sleep in, food to eat and clothes on my back? I am grateful for these things, but I am not happy just because I have them.

"I guess you don't care."

I do care. I've always cared - maybe a bit to much, actually. If the world stop turning tomorrow, I would still care. Even in my darkest of hours, I have never stopped caring. I've tried to turn off my emotions, but I can't stop caring for others. I can't stop trying to help.

What I need you all to understand is that I'm trying. I am working to fix myself. Working to become a better person. I am trying to feel normal again. I am trying to live my life carefree and without regrets. I am trying to make you proud.

I'm trying.