- emily browning
name; Willow Geist
biography; Willow is middle child of five children; having two older brothers and younger, twin, sisters, she was always the odd one out of the family. In the business of family life, Willow was often overlooked as she didn't need or want as much attention as her siblings. Not that she felt unloved, but she prefered her own company to the company of her busy family. She found safety and love with books, and soon fell into a world of her own. It would be fair to say that she lives more through her books that she lives her own life. She doesn't need company, but doesn't push it away. She can be quite quiet, but is more friendly that she often comes accross. She is extremely bright with written work, but has always hated numbers and any subjects assoicated with maths.
likes; Books & reading; if anyone needs her, they usually look in the library.
Animals; she loves them. She finds them fanscinating, and good company as they don't judge- like her.
Hardworking people; she really appriecated people who have worked hard at a skill, even if she herself isnt a fan of the talent.
Friends; she loves her friends, and is very loyal.
Music; more recently, she has fallen for the guitar, after finding one in the skip. It has given her a new insite to sound.
dislikes; Noise; she can't stand execessive noise. She isn't asking everyone to tip toe around and whisper, but she hates it when people are ridicullously loud for no reason.
Drunks & smokers; she hates watching people slowly destroy themselves- whats wrong with being sober?
People who judge; Willow isn't one to hold an opinion of someone, at least until she knows them well enough. She can't stand when people make flash decisions about her without even talking to her.
model; Emily Browning
Willow's eyes flew open at the sound of her violently beeping alarm clock which told her it was eight o'clock. "Rats!" she exclaimed under her breath. She was late, again. She threw on the first dress she could find in her wardrobe, grabbed her bag and flew out of the door; snatching an apple from the fruit bowl as she left. Munching hungrily, she ran through the maze of coridoors, bare footed, to school. She couldn't be late again.
Swinging open the door to the maths classroom, she landed on her seat at the back of the room right before the teacher walked in. She could sense the sniggers of the girls around her without having to look around. She sat alone in maths class, as it was her least favourite, and usually spent the lesson staring into space or reading a book under the table.
Leaning back in her chair she began to daydream...
"Willow!" the teachers voice boomed across the room. She gulped.
"What is the third root of twenty-seven?" the teacher asked.
"I..." she said, hopelessly playing with the number in her head, "I...I don't know."
"Okay. What is the sum of two to the power seven and six to the power four?" the voice boomed.
What to the what? The numbers made no sense in her brain, and swirled around in a jumbled mess.
"I don't know." she said, quietly. She sighed. She was hopeless at maths.
"See me at the end." she was told, as she sighed at dropped her head to the desk. She had to pass maths this year to pass the grade. She could hear sniggering around the class, and tried to return to her daydream.