Post by heatherhott on Jun 5, 2010 13:40:29 GMT -5
HEATHER ISABEL HOTT
FULL NAME: "My birth name is Heather Isabel Hott."
NICKNAMES: "All my friends and family call me Heat."
AGE: "My last birthday was my nineteenth, so I think I'm nineteen."
PREFERENCE: "I'm bisexual. Got a problem with it?"
HOMETOWN: "I was born in sunny Palm Springs, California."
CLASS STATUS: "My parents are upper class, and I get my money through them, so I guess that makes me upper class. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret."
CURRENT STATUS: "I'm single and looking."
MEMBER GROUP: "I'm in college, last time I checked."
PLAY BY: shenae grimes
FAVORITE FOOD?
"If I could marry inanimate objects, I would chocolate chip cookie dough. Not the ice-cream; the straight up dough."
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
"Why is it any of your business? If it bothers you that much, no."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"I love the color purple."
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
"Several times. Like, there was this one time that I went wrestling in the mud and totally got it all over the place. Then, I had to give a speech with no time for a shower. So not funny."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"A nice cool glass of spiked lemonade. But don't tell anyone cause the cops might bust my ass, seeing as I'm underage and all."
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
"Right where I'm at. Except not in college and hopefully still not single."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
"St. Patrick's Day. Lots of drinking and the cops don't care."
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
"Most people don't know that I'm considered rich. If you tell anyone, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass."
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
"Definitely the night. Clubbing, partying, night surfing, etc."
NAME A FANTASY?
"I fantasize that I'm married and have three wonderfully perfect kids. Is it ever going to come true? Probably not."
Impatient hands drifted over the top of the calm water. Those hands belonged to Heather Hott. She was upset; the swells were supposed to have hit Kahuwai Bay, but they obviously didn't. The water was flat enough that the horizon was completely visible. That was rare in Hawaii, and it had decided to occur today. The one day Heather was pumped to be out on the water it had decided to be crappy. Don’t get her wrong; the day was beautiful, but in surfer terms, the day was crappy.
She sighed and sat up on her slick and smooth black board. There were a few other bodies floating on the water with her, and they were just as upset. Heather crossed her arms and continued gazing into the distance, wishing for some Hawaiian miracle; she knew it wasn't coming, though. The sun was starting to drop towards the horizon.
"Fuck. Another day wasted."
Heather shook her head and looked around. Her Saturday afternoon had been spent waiting out on the water and on the beach for any signs of swells. Rumors were swirling around the the swells had hit farther south than them. But then, there were rumors that no swells had hit at all. There was really no real way to tell. If you got swells, than you got swells. If you didn't, well then fuck, that sucked for you.
Heat had even dressed right for being out on the water. Normally, she just wore a bikini, but today she went with a full blown wetsuit. Slowly, she unzipped it and pulled it down to her waist, revealing her midnight blue bikini. It was her lucky and most favorite one; today, not so lucky. Oh well. She still looked sexy, with her awesome tan. She wasn’t one of those girls that worried about perfecting her tan, but she still did pretty damn well.
She sighed and sat up on her slick and smooth black board. There were a few other bodies floating on the water with her, and they were just as upset. Heather crossed her arms and continued gazing into the distance, wishing for some Hawaiian miracle; she knew it wasn't coming, though. The sun was starting to drop towards the horizon.
"Fuck. Another day wasted."
Heather shook her head and looked around. Her Saturday afternoon had been spent waiting out on the water and on the beach for any signs of swells. Rumors were swirling around the the swells had hit farther south than them. But then, there were rumors that no swells had hit at all. There was really no real way to tell. If you got swells, than you got swells. If you didn't, well then fuck, that sucked for you.
Heat had even dressed right for being out on the water. Normally, she just wore a bikini, but today she went with a full blown wetsuit. Slowly, she unzipped it and pulled it down to her waist, revealing her midnight blue bikini. It was her lucky and most favorite one; today, not so lucky. Oh well. She still looked sexy, with her awesome tan. She wasn’t one of those girls that worried about perfecting her tan, but she still did pretty damn well.
hey, it's heather and this gal has been at it for
hundreds of years now. they are eighteen years old.