LAURENT, Whitney Eve

[whitney eve laurent]

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WHITNEY LAURENT !
“ GONNA DRAG YOU THROUGH THIS KICKING AND SCREAMING. SO GET DOWN AND GE OFF, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT I'VE BEEN MISSING. ”

IT’S TOO LATE BABY THERE’S NO TURNING AROUND

MY NAME IS; Whitney Eve Lauren.
CALL ME; Whit.
I AM AND HAVE BEEN; 16 years youngg.
I AM A; Camper.

I’VE GOT MY HANDS IN MY POCKET

I LOOK LIKE; Miley Cyrus.
I LOVE;

• Music (Singing/Playing/Listening)
  
• Hanging with the girls
  
• STARBUCKS
  
• Acting
  
• BOYS!
  

I HATE;

• Bitches
  
• Cheap Make-up
  
• Arguments
  
• Rain
  
• Guys that are Players
  

AND MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

I REALLY AM; Teagan
AGE; 12
GIRL OR BOY; Girl
OTHER;
SAMPLE;

The Laurent's sleek, black SUV strolled up Camp Rock's grand driveway at approximately 2pm. Shoot, we're late! Whitney irritatedly thought. 'Mom, is there any chance you could speed up a bit?' Alison Laurent shook her head and turned back to concentrate on the driving. It had taken 3 hours for Whitney and her mother to reach Camp Rock, which showed in the two's temper. 'Seriously! Just hurry up. Gosh, what are you, a snail?' Whitney was always rude with her mom, she felt it was the best way for her to get an opinion through. Alison just sighed with despair.

The car screeched elegantly as Alison parked. 'Here we are,' she said joyfully, trying to hold back her tears. 'Okay Mom, see yah!' Whitney picked up her gigantic luggage bags and headed for the main entrance without even saying goodbye to her mother.

THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY BREE SAY WHAT ?! OF CAUTION 2.0