ST. ANDREWS, HANNAH PAIGE

[hannah paige st. andrews]

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name: hannah paige st. andrews
age: twenty.
membergroup: resident
face claim: taylor swift
history/personality: so this is miss hannah st. andrews. she's the adopted child and only girl in the st. andrews family. hannah was adopted when she was thirteen years old since the late mrs. st. andrews had always wanted a girl after having three boys. she thought adoption would be a good choice and from then on hannah was added to the family. for her it was a real life rags to riches story. hannah had been bounced around from foster home to foster home for as long as she could remember so needless to say she was glad to finally have a real family. from then on it was always designer this and designer that. elite this and vip that. it was no shock that hannah grew to be a bit spoiled. after all, nobody survives a private boarding school without having a little bit of attitude. along with her parents, her family now includes having three brother, that of course took a bit of getting used to. being the only girl in the family with three boys meant having three overly protective brothers. to hannah that always still annoys her. about four years ago, when hannah was sixteen, mrs. st. andrews and she were part of a terrible car accident. one that took her adoptive mother's life. hannah was always the one closest to her so it was no surprise that the girl was the one to take it the hardest. after shutting herself out of everything for a few months, regular hannah was back, with a few attitude adjustments of course. they weren't necessarly for the best either. the partiying got worse. sneaking out of the resort became more frequent. getting in trouble became a routine. deep down, hannah knows that she's only doing this for attention

rp sample:Hannah reached over and grabbed the remote to her sound system, raising the volume and getting back to typing out an essay as her parents started their daily bitch fest. This was just another typical day in the Andrews household. At first it seemed off because Hannah was always used to such a calm household. Eventually she learned that everyone was just tolerating each other. Of course that didn't last very long, not since her mom had brought up the fact that she wanted a divorce. That was a few months ago. Now Hannah just didn't care anymore. At first she tried doing everything in her power to make all the bitching and constant fighting go away, after a while of useless attempts she just let it go. If her family was ripping at the seams then she wasn't going to try to keep it together anymore, especially if there was no use in it anymore. So instead she stayed in her room and blasted music until it all ended. Hannah sang along to the words blasting from the speakers, tapping her foot to the beat until she heard banging on her door. This was Hannah's cue to raise the volume even more. The only person who ever banged on her door was her brother. Too bad that the door wasn't unlocked and Hannah just didn't feel like getting up to go lock it anyways. So drowning out the sound would have to do until he went away.

The door swung open and Hannah groaned. She really didn't want to deal with him anymore. Back before the divorce thing Hannah and Drake had always got along. Unlike most siblings they never fought, always got along and were completely inseparable. Then everything changed. Drake blamed Hannah for the divorce. Which was completely stupid because she had no control over that. Yet she never got any credit for trying to prevent it. He was the one who went off every other day and go drunk off his ass, while she stayed at home and made sure that neither of her parents left the house for good. Drake walked over to the sound system and shut it off. Hannah rolled her eyes and got back to typing her essay. “Get out Drake. It's my room.” she said in her usual bitchy tone. She wasn't about to just sit there and deal with his crap. Hannah was going to get him out of her room even if she had to personally drag him out. 'What is your problem. Mom and Dad are brewing a storm downstairs and here you are being super obnoxious with your crap music. For once if your little life think of someone else besides yourself. No wonder mom and dad are so fucking unhappy.' Drake spat.

Hannah rolled her eyes. Yeah everything was her fault. Fuck that shit. She got up and began pushing him towards the door. “Could you possibly stop being a jackass?” she snapped. 'Could you possibly stop being a bitch?' he replied. Hannah kicked him and he walked out the rest of the way. Could you possibly stop breathing? she said before slamming the door and locking it. Hannah sighed, thinking back to all the times her friends had told her that they wanted a family like hers. Yeah everyone wanted a family that just tolerated each other in public, then bitched at each other in private. There was several times in a day where Hannah would say how much she really hated her life, and right now was one of them. She walked over back to her bed and sat down, pulling her laptop closer, and then on to her lap, getting back to the essay she had been putting off for a few weeks now. She had until the next school day to finish it and she was sure that if the day kept going like it was that she wouldn't get it done.

The sound of a plate hitting a wall was Hannah's cue to get out of the house. She couldn't take this anymore. It was so frustrating and Hannah just needed to get out for a few hours. She grabbed her laptop case from her desk and grabbed all the stuff she needed, books, her cheer notebook, her phone, purse and keys. And with that Hannah was out the door. She drove around the city for a while, thinking about what she could do until the waters calmed at her house. Pulling into a Starbucks parking lot she figured that this place would have to do for the time being. Hannah ordered just her usual Iced White Chocolate Mocha and found a table near one of the windows, sitting down and engulfing herself in all her work. This would keep her busy for quite a while. It was rare that Hannah ever had a free moment. A little while later she heard a voice. Hannah looked up at the girl, she seemed familiar. “Yeah, I'm Hannah.” she replied, shrugging a bit. It wasn't until she mentioned Chris that Hannah was interested in the girl. So she was Sienna. Chris talked about her often. Sienna was like his best friend or something. Hannah had never personally met Sienna, all she knew was that Chris and the girl had known each other for a while, they had dated and all that.

Sienna asked if she could sit down and Hannah nodded, moving her stuff that was scattered all over the table and said, “Not at all, go ahead.” Now Hannah wasn't as bad as most people made her seem. Then again she did have a tendency to be fake around people. It's not like Hannah liked to bitch at people, she just got irritated easily and liked to tell people when they were being annoying and bitchy. “So you're the infamous Sienna,” Hannah said with a smile. “I've heard tons about you. Chris sometimes talks about you,”