ALEXANDRIA, michael trace

[michael trace alexandria]

michael trace alexandria

"Cause today, you walked out of my life
Cause today, your words felt like a knife"

fighting back the tears, mother reads the

NAME michael trace alexandria
GENDER male
NICKNAMES micah
AGE 19
MEMBERGROUP local
POSITION barista
SEXUALITY bisexual
PLAYED BY bobby hicks

note again. sixteen candles burn in her mind,

HI I'M MICAH AND THIS IS ME:

WHAT ARE YOU INTO?
Sex, women, um men, music. I like hanging out with my friends.

AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
I'm not into flamboyant people. Go be flamboyant somewhere else, kay?

WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
Sports, I'm a really fast runner. I'm good at ragging on people I guess. In highschool I was a jock. I was never good at school, not after my friend left. I kind of just didn't want to try anymore.

AND WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
I'm not good at being nice. It's . . . hard. I'm not a nice guy. I haven't been nice since I called my dad, 'daddy'.

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?
Uh. That's none of your business.

WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
I'm scared of . . . . not being a big guy anymore. I mean, I'm small like my dad, but I have a big personality. I'm scared that people will find the real me- I'm scared to change.

IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
Ah. Douche bag. Douche. Asshole. Conceded. Selfish. Self-centered. Hot headed. Big Temper. . . let's just stop here okay?

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?
My dad's name is Aleksander Peter Alexandria and my other dad is named Eliot. Yeah. My dad married a guy. He's gay okay, it's whatever, shut the hell up.

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
I have a little sister named Devin Skye.

ANY FAMILY PETS?
I have a rottweiler named Azrael, after the angel of death.

GIVE ME A BRIEF OUTLINE OF YOUR PAST.
I was born in missoula, and lived with my dad and pops for a long time. When I was 16, I decided I wanted to go to a private school, because I was bullied a lot, and well, it didn't get better. I became a bully so that I wasn't the one getting picked on anymore. I blame my friend- well, the guy I thought was my friend- he was supposed to protect me, but he up and left me in the dust to go to greece. It's whatever, I don't care, not anymore, I don't give a rat tooth about him or what he caused. But whatever. I graduated the prom king, the most popular guy in school. Now I'm a barista at a starbucks, working and going to college. Not for the academics though- I'm an all-state soccer player. I have a full ride scholarship for LSU's soccer team. I smoke and drink and do a lot of drugs. Oh yeah- my girlfriend thinks I was fat and I got teased for being so chubby, so that left me to deal with a variety of eating disorders. I purge after every meal, so that's how I keep my weight down. I don't weight much at all, and on top of the excersize and the soccer, I'm always exhausted. Drugs are my escape.

she take the blame, it's always the same.

YOUR NAME sly
SOMETHING AWESOME no.

she goes down on her knees and prays