Post by Nettlestar and Echopelt on Oct 12, 2016 18:17:31 GMT -8
Hello, I am Nettlestar and Echopelt the creator of the site and the leader of GhostClan. Though my real information may come as a shock to you, do not panic.
My real name cannot be told but you can call me Luna because thats my nickname
I am a female
My age is 13 (How did you make the site?! That will be explained later)
I am 13 years old such as Wildjay, and I live in the California area
My YouTuber identity is Wolva Maybe
Alright, into my history..
I was born healthy and strong, the only girl my mother had sense her Ex Boyfriend. It was raining hard outside but it started to get sunny. Being born in January doesn't help your skin so I grew pale-ish, contradicting my mother's copper skin. I was happy as I was young though my older brothers were very mean to me, I had plenty of friends..
Thats when we moved
We moved to California, Vallejo, and I began to grow attached to the computer life, going on it 6 hours a day to do my new schooling, which was K12, we kept moving, and I kept getting more and more attached to the computer. We were and still are extremely poor, so we never bought a house, only apartments. We lost our dog, Brandy, but we had two fluffballs to raise and a adult cat, soon a kitten. We eventually lived to my favorite place that we've every lived, Chico California, Menlo Way apartments. At this time I was addicted and only grew more addicted to the computer, almost never going off of it. It was unhealthy and I looked horrible. I was very pale, I had bushy eyebrows, my eyes were dull and it looked like I was always tired. I still do look like that, and one day my now-nice older brother Jonathon, known as Meriot now, got me outside. I met my current best friend Real Life Aurora and we began to grow close, only ever having one arguement. Times were tough and she was always there. One day a hour before she had to go home from a sleepover I was called into my parent's room. I hopped in there cheerfully, but I was brutally smacked with a hammer by reality.. We were moving AGAIN. I wailed sadly and left, telling my best friend. She thought I was joking and walked away, laughing. Eventually I told her again and she realized I was serious. We did move, and thats where we are today. We live in a Trailer park that my father is really hurting himself trying to build. Not my adopted, my parents never did get divorced, my mother keeps trying to keep me in success with school, I'm still in K12, and I am failing hard. That is my story, I've never told anyone this.. Thank you for reading, and I know you may have a harder life, but keep in mind. I still look horrible, I still am almost always on the computer, rarely going off to go to the bathroom or something. Please, save me from this horrible addiction.
My real name cannot be told but you can call me Luna because thats my nickname
I am a female
My age is 13 (How did you make the site?! That will be explained later)
I am 13 years old such as Wildjay, and I live in the California area
My YouTuber identity is Wolva Maybe
Alright, into my history..
I was born healthy and strong, the only girl my mother had sense her Ex Boyfriend. It was raining hard outside but it started to get sunny. Being born in January doesn't help your skin so I grew pale-ish, contradicting my mother's copper skin. I was happy as I was young though my older brothers were very mean to me, I had plenty of friends..
Thats when we moved
We moved to California, Vallejo, and I began to grow attached to the computer life, going on it 6 hours a day to do my new schooling, which was K12, we kept moving, and I kept getting more and more attached to the computer. We were and still are extremely poor, so we never bought a house, only apartments. We lost our dog, Brandy, but we had two fluffballs to raise and a adult cat, soon a kitten. We eventually lived to my favorite place that we've every lived, Chico California, Menlo Way apartments. At this time I was addicted and only grew more addicted to the computer, almost never going off of it. It was unhealthy and I looked horrible. I was very pale, I had bushy eyebrows, my eyes were dull and it looked like I was always tired. I still do look like that, and one day my now-nice older brother Jonathon, known as Meriot now, got me outside. I met my current best friend Real Life Aurora and we began to grow close, only ever having one arguement. Times were tough and she was always there. One day a hour before she had to go home from a sleepover I was called into my parent's room. I hopped in there cheerfully, but I was brutally smacked with a hammer by reality.. We were moving AGAIN. I wailed sadly and left, telling my best friend. She thought I was joking and walked away, laughing. Eventually I told her again and she realized I was serious. We did move, and thats where we are today. We live in a Trailer park that my father is really hurting himself trying to build. Not my adopted, my parents never did get divorced, my mother keeps trying to keep me in success with school, I'm still in K12, and I am failing hard. That is my story, I've never told anyone this.. Thank you for reading, and I know you may have a harder life, but keep in mind. I still look horrible, I still am almost always on the computer, rarely going off to go to the bathroom or something. Please, save me from this horrible addiction.
