Post by BELINDA RAY SAVOY on May 1, 2012 2:47:20 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Monroe! Look who's it is! It's Belinda Montgomery! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Miss Belle? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on December 25, and grew up to be a hefty 5' 3". You can always tell it's Miss Belle because of their white-blonde hair, blue eyes and sassy nose. Not to mention they've gotten themselves three tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Meryl Streep? I personally don't see it though ....
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[classy=app1] THE LIFE STORY, AS TOLD BY BELLE.
My mother always did tell me that a Christmas babe was an unlucky one. She was right, but I've had a damn good ride, luck or no luck. I was born in Monroe, Louisiana, to Mary Savoy and John Francoise. My parents were believers in choice, and so they hyphenated their name. Back then, though, Monroe's judge wouldn't allow it to be hyphenated on paper, so all of us children went by Francoise. When I grew up, I changed my name to Savoy as soon as I could. I'm a huge feminist. I wear my mother's maiden name like a badge, and no one's gonna give me shit about it, I tell you. I had a lot of cousins and I had a lot of siblings, and to this day I can not tell you which are which. We were a big family, but we were close and we would still do anything for each other. That is, those of us that aren't dead. I was one of the youngest. When I was nineteen, my father died and I ran away to Alabama with my high school sweetheart. We damn near starved to death. And I thought I knew poor before we left! But lord, was I wrong. We struggled just to get bread, much less get a roof over our heads. But my mama took me back in in a heart beat. She said, "Come here, my lovely girl. I knew you'd be back." I hadn't talked to her since I left. I stayed there for five years, believe it or not. But then my mother died, too, and after her funeral and seeing all of my brothers and sisters (not a damn one of them came to help me while mama was sick, either), I was tired of that life. I was tired and I was depressed and I was lonely. I moved up to the big city because there's a lot of city and energy and I figured that it would breathe the life back into me. I was 27 by then, I think. I had seen a lot happen in my time. I was wise beyond my years, and I didn't like it, no I sure didn't. I was only three years from hitting thirty, so what did I do? I went to college. Yep. That's right. I went to school. Not like these idiots today, no sir. I didn't drink or have sex--that comes later--or party like an animal. No, I made my mama proud. And I became a teacher. Nah, I'm just shittin' yah. I went and sold my body to science. That's how I ended up here, I mean. I'm one of the originals. One thing I know I'm a dainty southern belle, and the next I can pick up eighteen wheelers. It's really come in handy with misbehaving students, lemme tell ya. But anyway, after I had a little fun with that, I really did go to school and settle down and become a stripper. I'm not even going to lie though. I was a stripper to put myself through college. Most fun I ever had in the work force. After that, I really focused on teaching. It's liberated me. Really. Truly. I just love those damned idiotic teenagers so much. At first I taught English, then I taught Chemistry, but now I teach sign language. I figured that these idiots really needed to enlighten themselves. But I'm also certified in almost every other subject because I damn well can. Anyway, when I was 35, I met my ex-husband whose name I am most definitely not giving out. I got pregnant within two years of marrying him (the same year I met him, which is almost definitely the reason our marriage was shit) and we lost the baby. I was depressed for a year and a half, but then I got over it. I finally had a daughter when I was forty years old. Harley is the love of my life and I regret nothing about her. She's perfect. Unlike my douchebag cunt ex-husband. The divorce was messy and lengthy and I fell into another depression, but it's in the past and I'm completely over it now. All I have to worry about now is my making sure Harley doesn't make the same dumb-shit mistakes that I did. She'll find a good man, though. She's a smart girl.
THE SECRETS, AS TOLD BY HARLEY
My mother talked about her depressions, but she forgot to mention that those weren't the only times she was depressed. She suffers from long-term depression, and while she's usually terrific and witty and sassy, when she's depressed, things can get very bed. Also, don't let her fool you. She's still in love with my dad. They were happy, until all of a sudden he woke up and decided he didn't love her anymore. I'm pretty sure he cheated on her, too. I miss him. But he won't talk to either of us. I don't know what happened. It was like he was suddenly a completely other man. I also would like to request that, should I ever attend this school, I never end up in her classes. She is a great teacher but she is mean inside the classroom. She once threw a student out of the window! Lucky for her that the principal was really slack back then.
EVERYTHING ELSE, AS TOLD BY BECCA
Belle loves the idea of this school. She thinks it gives students second chance on life, which she feels like she was lucky to get herself. She also doesn't hate children as much as she would have you believe. She adores most of her students, but she shows it in odd ways.
Her hobbies include throwing erasers at students, cockblocking other teachers, cockblocking students, cockblocking in general, talking about her daughter, swearing, and writing the occasional erotic short story. She drinks a lot of coffee, and if you plan on getting on her good side, I would suggest buying her candy.
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