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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 18:06:13 GMT -6
AVA FATIMA HART
NICKNAMES: ave
AGE & BIRTHDAY: twenty-one & may 23rd
HEIGHT: 5'7"
HOMETOWN: palo alto
RESIDENCE glendale, california
PROFESSION: student
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: divorced
FATHER: brian hart
MOTHER: norah hart
SIBLINGS: owen hart (autistic)
EXTENDED: n/a
OTHER: peter wolfe- (ex husband)
fragments of a marriage My mother appears grave as the news of my engagement sinks in. I knew she would disapprove, she never liked Peter. She thought he was a phase, along with my newly found religion. Horses, Jake Gyllenhaal, the colour pink, yoga, wearing camou.. those were phases, the big shiny rock on my ring finger was on a whole different level. “Ava.. you're only eighteen,” she starts. I know, but this is real, this is my future. “You have your whole life ahead of you, for god sake... you've only known the man since March, what about Stanford?” What about Stanford... as she says it I feel a pang of doubt, a crack in my plan. But I speak with confidence when I say it can wait, that bigger things are coming and I have to grasp what is right in front of me. “Ava...” she's giving up trying to break my stubborn bones, but the disappointment painted on her face something I'll never forget.
The first thing Peter ever wanted from our marriage was children, straight from the get go. That was the last thing I wanted. I stayed on the pill well into our marriage, until he found the package hidden deep in my gym bag. He was furious, buried himself in a scientology retreat and ignored me. From there on out we became a chore, and I became a mare, our relationship dissipated into one goal. When I did become pregnant at twenty, I was devastated. I never told anybody, I kept it a secret and harbored it until I arrived alone at an abortion clinic.. having that baby would have tied me to Peter for life, and the confidence I had walking into that small white room was scary. Lying on the bed, the nurse asking me repeatedly if I was sure, my hands didn't shake as I left my signature on the slip. I left with no regrets, only the reassurance that I wasn't stuck. Only Fintan knows, no one else, not even my best friend.
“Ava,” I lay there, my blue eyes open and awake, my breath shallow and dead. My back faces him, my knees hug a pillow into my chest. Compared to the night before, where I was loose and intimate, my insecurities and truth spilling from my lips to his ears, then my lips to his lips... I'm closed. The tequila has worn off and replaced with not only a headache, but shameful sin. My mind is over-thinking, but I convinced that it is actually underestimating the situation.. I can't stop going over it, there is a fear of the future nipping at my heels. Hot tears trickle down my face, a masculine hand strokes from my neck to shoulder, “Ava, are you up?” I breathe deeply, wiping my tears as I turn to face him, the glimmer of my wedding band makes me sick to my stomach. Faking a smile is hard, I'm not wasting any time. “What now?” The look on his too familiar face tells me he is just as confused.
Imagining the days that would follow this one was difficult. Fresh, reborn, scared, and vulnerable, at this moment that's what I am. Stripped of title, and wealth, I feel almost dignified without the status instilled by husband. In the back of my car are boxes of belongings, labels scribbled across them in black marker. Copies of divorce papers are beside me, along with several more papers. I've been kicked out of my marriage, of my religion.. which isn't a bad thing. Having nothing but loss is freedom, twenty one years of age and it feels like the doors have been reopened. As I pull out of the driveway I have no idea of the direction I'm going, but I do know it's up.
about me
My background is greek and irish, I've played the violin consistently since I was young..I play it to get away from real life, when things got loud and fast my fiddle got a bit louder and faster. I probably love my fiddle more than i ever did my ex-husband. I was scouted for the NYCSA out of high school for music, but wanted to go to Stanford to study neuro science.. I got caught up in other things, but eventually did end up at Stanford. My passion for medicine came from growing up with my austistic brother, Owen. Working with children with disabilities is a career I would want to pursue in the future.. I practiced Scientology for four years, it was a community thing, a need to be accepted, a fad and something I convinced myself to believe in, it's one of my biggest regrets. My marriage ended when my husband found out I cheated on him with his twin brother; Fintan and I had more chemistry than we ever would have.. I don't regret that. In high school I dated an Indian, he taught me how to cook a kickass samosa, and any other indian food really, I have an neverending supply of curry. I fell off a horse and broke my collarbone when I was a teenager, I've never touched a horse since. I've had an abortion. But I do want children. When I was three I loved my pet cat, George Harrison, a little too much and literally smothered him with love. I prep my breakfast of overnight oats every night, sometimes with apples and cinnamon sometimes with instant coffee. I have a secret stash of Indigo Girls CDS, it is my most shameful secret. My fingers are doublejointed. I hate celery, and my middle name... I tell people my full name is Ava Katherine Hart because it's the slightest bit better than Fatima. I've collected pokemon cards, Mickey Mouse, Flags, and road signs. I keep contact with few people from my past, I've cut anybody scientology related out. I hate backpedaling, there's more hurt in it than anything.
ALIAS: ciara
AGE: twenty-one
PLAY-BY: kassi smith
CITY: la
LISTENING TO: fires and furs - union duke
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Post by administrator on Jul 8, 2013 20:01:05 GMT -6
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