Alexxis DuBoi

× - - - Walk up to me and you will see something, but then get closer and you will see...

A quiet individual, usually lost in thought around most.  I do what I can to help others, in a hope that maybe they will not have to go through the same pain that I did.  I tend to be very open minded, though being around the people I am, I would not survive if I wasn't.  I don't like to judge people and I tend not to get close to many, but of course, that would happen to anyone who's parents turned on them as they did me.

× - - - Hey if you can, get me these...

Um, a book maybe?  Or even a nice garden or just a kitchen.  I was raised as my mother was and that was to be a housewife and I don't mind it.  I enjoy being outside, especially in the garden.  I guess that makes me boring?

I have recently gotten into some crafty type hobbies as well though!  I've started painting and drawing as well as knitting and sewing.  I know, I'm really not making myself look any better...

× - - - But never get me these...

Being brought back to my parents.  I know I shouldn't have left my brother there, but he was the only male in the family and they seemed to adore him.  I can't stand the thought of returning though, I don't want to think of what else they would do for money...

× - - - There were two and they made me, but all I can remember is...

They were horrible...  Not at first, but as time went on and my younger sister started growing older.  Eleanor, was as sweet as can be, but then one day she went missing. While our parent's acted as though they were worried, something seemed off. Even Adrian, our younger brother seemed to pick up on that. We had never been the richest family, but somehow got the money to move out of the city, without Eleanor. I couldn't stand that though, she was my little sister and my family was just leaving her behind like that. I tried to get back to find her but my father caught me and I was punished for it. It was at that point I just did as I was told seeing as I would rather not become close to death like that again. I didn't go to school, not after high school anyway, we just couldn't afford it. Before and after the move, and even the infection I was the 'domestic' one. My mother so-called 'trained' me for the job. I was kept indoors most of the time, just working around the house.  But then one day, a man came to the house, he was selling something, I believe vacuums.  My father let him in seeing as ours had recently died; my goodness was he a beautiful man.  His words seemed to sway my parents so easily, my father thinking him to be a very smart man.  Surprisingly, he was permitted to return, my father thinking that he had found a potential business partner.  He was far from the truth and he didn't know it.