~They Call Me~
Quincy Philo Angert
~Gender~
boy
~WOOT!~
I go for ladies with class and morals
~Just call me~
Quin, Phil, Family calls him Love.
~Number of years passed~
Just turned Nine
~I am~
General speaking I am very care-free and intellagant. Making good greats made me feel good. I am taught to be poliet and honest. I adorn Girls with class maybe because that how I was raise and being the only boy out of three kids. Though recently I am like a stain glass window in a church that had a rock thrown at it: Shattered. I Cry almost every hour, and highly paranoid. My trust is very small right now that and I am wondering what I done.
~Mine!~
Baths: Their calming and fit with my routine.
Story time before bed: Old routine that now helps him sleep.
Cat: grow up with them
Frey the stuffed animal dragon: one possession that with him.
Bubbles: Reminds him of warm weather
Bleeding Heart flowers: Smells nice
Hot Cranberry juice: Healthy and taste sweet
Chocolate: filled with endophines.
His sister: They helped name me. Fifth Love
Plumb: Her voice is lovely and she dedicated her son to her children
~Runaway~
Big dogs: was knocked over by one
Panic attack: Hurt my chest
Morning: I feel sick and weak
Being away from home: I don't know what I did wrong
Cinnomin: makes my nose burn
English Rap music: degrades women and society
Country Music: too depressing
Most cooked veggies: Nasty and soggy
Extreme Heat and cold weather
My night terror: I wake up scared and I don't know why
~Here's the resume~
I am the happest little twerp anyone knew of partically when I was with my family. I made top notch grades and had many people give them praises for my deeds. My family would of loved to make me join the Veinna choir boys. I had a lovely voice. I grew up following the families Trade. All of us were in the fine arts. Mother was a saprano and gave piano lessons. Father was a tenor who taught choir. My older sisters were talented with voices of angels even though one lost her voice to a freak car accident. Now she took up the next best thing ballet.
Well seeing how our parent were teachers my sisters watch me after school. It wasn't hard seeing how he never got into trouble. Homework finished in thirty minute unless it was a science fair project.
Once daySomeone called the child services because my sister were watching me. Mama and papa were woking till who know when. WTH they came home at six every night. All because of that pretty much hell on earth was give to us.
Now I live under a foster family roof. My sister I don't know what happened to them. I want my family and I think I did something wrong. Can I allow the truth to reach my heart?
~Admiration is the furthest thing from reason~
My older sisters
~dear Diary~
I suffer from Night terrors and panic attacks
Theme song
In My Arms by Plumb
~Melody of my life~
Plumb, Stunt, Seal, Jackson Five
~Pull the Level~
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