I am Abii "Twister" Lucille Isenberg, and this is
me! I'm fifteen, fruity, and idealistic. I'm streetsmart but very dense, and readable as a book. I get mad very easily and it's easy to figure out what makes me cry, yet I'm not afraid of anything, and am almost foolishly brave. So much so, I've been called rash. I love and I hate obscenely easily. My language is more vulgar than a sailor's, yet my English is beyond highschool level. When I'm upset, I go to people but don't accept comfort right away. I hate being helped, and I hate apologizing, but I say I'm sorry for everything, constantly. I have no family ties whatsoever, but once you've made an impression in my life as a friend or otherwise, you're there in my heart to stay. My memory is poor, but I can always remember not what happened, but how I felt at the time. I have a frighteningly huge ego, but will sink to my belly if it means glorifying someone I care about. I have talent that I refuse to let blossom, yet I will help someone as much as I can with that same talent. People say I'm pretty, but I will only admit to 'cutesy.' I horde things, I'm messy, and obssessive.
But most of all...
I'm just me.