Post by MICHELLE AVA EVERETT on May 24, 2011 17:33:06 GMT -5
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[/size]Michelle Ava Everett (nee Pilone) born on a rainy July 9th in the afternoon right after the Giants beat the 49ers. She was raised in Brooklyn, New York with her family of five. She attended Brookwell and graduated on the honor roll despite the threat of being suspended always looking due to how she constantly corrected her English teacher. Currently, at 24, she is married to Owen Everett and works as a yoga instructor at a gym in TriBeCa.
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PARENTS/IMPORTANT FAMILY MEMBER.[/color]
“We raised all three of our children strictly. They weren't foreign to pressure, rules, or our opinions. That goes without saying. As soon as they could walk, they would be downstairs in the bakery beneath our apartment and put to work. There was nothing worse than missing a shift in our family. Well, missing church on Sunday would be considered treason, but that is it. Our bakery wasn't a sweatshop, the kids just stirred icing sugar, stocked the freezer, or simply made small talk with waiting guests. Actually, come to think of it, Michelle liked to hand out samples above all else even when she grew up. Perhaps, we were hardest on her and expected the most out of Michelle. Not simply because she is the oldest, but when she was small she showed signs of being the smartest by far. She chose to idolize me, didn't she? Michelle has accused me of being cold and distant when she was little, but I am French. Born and raised in Toulon. My mother wasn't hospitable and I took that trait from her. Michelle always needed affection. For such a mouthy little thing, she wanted to be hugged and encouraged all the time. It changed when she grew up. She was still mouthy, if not more so, but she seemed to be the one pulling away even from her Daddy, Dino, who thought that the world just revolved around her. She started dating Owen Everett when she was 15 and we strongly disapproved from day one. At first, it was just because they were both so young and it seemed so serious right away, but then it was just personal. Have you met Owen?! Go meet him. Then you'll understand. We forbade her from seeing him. It had always worked before, taking things away from her, but this time she put up a fight. She refused to stop seeing him. Michelle didn't even sneak out through the fire escape in the middle of the night to spend time with him or anything, she just stayed with him in front of our eyes. We would beg for her to leave him, cry and try to convince her to break up with him, we even started a fight with her about him in front of him, but they stayed together. For parents so strict, we seemed to be losing control and for a girl so smart, she was being incredibly stupid. I don't and still don't approve of Michelle and Owen's marriage. I didn't attend the wedding and have only modest regrets about that. Now Michelle and my relationship is minimal at best. I see her at church on Sundays, she comes by the bakery to lend a hand on holidays, and I see her at small family gatherings. When we do bother to talk, it's either cold or cordial.”
Jolie Pilone, present, 53
SIBLING .[/color]
“I used to call Michelle a chiuauaua-poodle. She is kind of like a mixed breed. She's yappy as all Hell, but so prim and proper at the same time. We met in high school, we both loved reading and writing, despised our Chemistry professor, Dr. Clarkson, and played on the girl's volleyball team. Michelle wasn't necessarily an athlete, I think she would agree with that statement, but she loves to win. The girl is competitive and I blame the fact that at her family dinners you had to fight to get a word in edgewise. French and Italian accents going a mile a minute all around the table at the same time. It was tough, but after a dozen visits, I had to retire my guest star spot at the Pilone dinners. They do explain why Michelle isn't afraid to speak her mind, she has to to be heard at all sometimes. Also shines light on how she became such a tough little cookie. Maybe, that is a better description for her. She's like a cookie sandwich. Hard outside layer, but creamy at the center. It didn't surprise me when she and Owen wound up together and sometimes, I was their only supporter. Sometimes, I think I still am, but Michelle always liked a challenge and Owen proved to be challenging. She likes something that tests her or something that is fascinating. It's why she does crossword puzzles and watches the news fanatically.”
Molly Donovan ,present, 24
FAVORITE TEACHER.[/color]
“Michelle Pilone is a delight to teach. She was verbally strong, I could tell that the moment she took a seat in the second row right by the windows that overlooked the school parking lot dressed in low-cut dark jeans and a flimsy black blouse, but sometimes the chattiest students struggle to write out what they want to say in words. Michelle is gifted at English, though. I'd assign two chapters for home reading and she would have finished them by the end of her next period. I worry about her since she's only weeks away from graduating high school and she says she isn't going to go to University. I wrote her recommendation letters for different schools and creative writing programs. Her parents have called me concerned about her, they think she may be blinded by her boyfriend who dropped out, but Michelle assures me she won't turn her back on her writing. I hope one day in the future I will see a book penned by her in stores.”
Mrs. Quinto, past, 66
HATED TEACHER.[/color]
“Just two weeks ago I saw Michelle Pilone or Mrs. Everett now. She was leaving Crunch Fitness where she apparently teaches yoga now. I suppose it's a step above serving waffles at her neighborhood Howard Johnson's which is where I figured she'd end up. That or around a pole in some dingy night club. I taught her Chemistry or I tried to. I had to separate her from every single lab partner I assigned her to. The first one, Molly Donovan, because they wouldn't shut up. Day after day all I heard was giggling and discussions over which member of N*SYNC they would date, which they'd dump, and which they'd marry. Sometimes, they would even be braiding each other's hair in class. Then I put her with Owen Everett. Two peas in a pod. It was a big mistake. If they weren't kissing and distracting the class, they were arguing, or just making plans on what they wanted to do after school that day. After that, she went through six others before I brought in a desk and faced it against the back wall for her to sit at. It didn't keep her totally quiet, though. Michelle always had a sharp comeback waiting to be shot out. From what I could tell, she is married now and still dresses like a five-cents-a-dance. Maybe, she is working at a strip club somewhere like typical Brooklyn trash. The yoga just warms her up.”
Dr. Clarkson chemistry teacher, 40
CURRENT/FORMER EMPLOYEE OR CO-WORKER.[/color]
“I hired Michelle Everett for one reason. That ass. I didn't even know if she knew anything about yoga, but we were hiring, and she bent down to pull out her resume from her purse and I knew I needed to see that body on a regular basis. It's not a shame that she's married. I'm happy for her and the guy seems nice, but it does suck that she isn't the type to dabble outside the marriage. Trust me, I've tried, and she is so loyal that it's painful for a guy like myself. Michelle is a good employee, though, always on time and she likes what she does which looks good to clients. She had been working out here for a few years before she applied. She works as hard as humanly possible, always sweating and losing her breath. These days I rarely see her without thirteen shades of red coloring in her face. Clients like her because she takes time after a yoga class to answer their personal questions, assist them to get the best results, and I like that because it's good for business, but it astounds me that that's what she likes to do. She's a real people person. I know that she never dreamed of being an instructor or anything, but she makes the best of what she's doing, she is proud of her job, and that's what I admire about her. Even if she was a horrible employee and couldn't even do the downward dog position, I'd keep her around just to watch her walk.”
Vincent Diabloe, past, 30
WORST ENEMY.[/color]
“We played volleyball against one another in school and don't let her sweet smile, sport's man like handshake, or team player attitude fool you, Michelle Everett used to be a bitch. She never pulled a single pony tail or slapped another girl on the court, but she played dirty. She would do anything to win. She left everything on the court even during the first game of the season. It's just known that you treat that as a light warm-up for everyone. No, Michelle dives and leaps for every ball and doesn't smile until after the game and that's only if her team has won. I know you think I should just get over it, it was high school, it was volleyball, but Michelle and I were always only ever one point apart. In our last game, senior year, championship tournament. We're tied and the game is really just Michelle and I and everyone knows it. We volley back and forth, grunting, panting, cursing....the whole bit. I'm blocking her harder than I ever have and then she stumbles, she's out of breath, she's on the ground, and I slam and score. That's it. After four years I've destroyed Michelle Everett. It was like Harry Potter and Voldemort seriously. However instead of just letting it go, Michelle goes up to the ref and claims my foot was out of bounds, so it's called a do-over, and of course, that little French-Italian bitch won.”
Josie Godlewski, past, 24
PAST/PRESENT LOVER.[/color]
“Look, I'm 26 now, I'm long over Michelle now, but it took some time. We met as kids and everybody just assumed we'd end up together. It was what our parents wanted. Mine were both investors and bought shares in the bakery when it was suffering and that's how Michelle and I met. She was fourteen, flat-chested, and had long hair that she wore like Pochontas freely that met her spine right in the middle. Her Dad had told me that she was too young to date, the twins were only eleven at the time, but even they told me to stay away until she was, at the very least, seventeen. So, that's what I did. I respected her family enough to wait. When she was fifteen, I went over to bring her a Christmas present and when I climbed up the fire escape that led into her room I was greeted by the most aggressive kid I'd ever met. Owen Everett. He said he was her boyfriend and I laughed. He didn't want me to, but eventually Michelle convinced him to let her come outside and talk to me. A lot of people call people yappy, but I always thought of her to be a spitfire. She does have a softness to her. I know her to be very diminutive despite how tough her skin is. She was kind and very gentle about explaining to me that she was with Owen, that she really liked him, but hoped we could be friends. We did stay good family friends for a while, but my feelings never went away even when I dated other girls. She was really supportive of me taking other girls out, she liked to be kept up to date with my life and all my adventures, and when I do see her she seems deeply and sincerely fascinated with my studies at M.I.T. We don't see one another very much now. She's married and I live in Boston, but she still treats me like a friend. I always wonder what our lives would be like together. She had all the skills that make for a good home maker when I knew her. She cooked authentically, she worked hard, her bedroom was always immaculate even when Owen was passed out on her bed, and of course, to be crude, she was always very sexy. Even in her volleyball jersey with no make up shoveling brownie ice cream into her mouth.”
Monty Lovello, present, 26
NEIGHBOR.[/color]
“She wouldn't and didn't ever call me her best friend, but I always felt like she was mine. I lived in the building beside her's and went to her parent's bakery a lot. Blueberry scone and honey tea. I know, not a very macho order. We used to sit outside on our respective fire escapes and talk about everything over the sound of car horns, sirens singing, and general street noise. Michelle told me that I was the only person she could complain to about Owen when things weren't going well. I think I saw her cry over fifteen times and she had such a strong upper chin otherwise. She used to say that she didn't want people to know things were going wrong with him sometimes because people always expected the worst from him. I didn't, though. Even when she told me that some guys from under the bridge kidnapped her for money and that she received a series of death threats. She loved him religiously and so I knew it couldn't have been a bad judgment on her part. Michelle always seemed confused to me, but I knew she was sure of herself. At least, she answered questions firm enough. She was young, though, so when I think of her, I still picture a young fifteen year old girl, sobbing on her fire escape and drinking ten dollar Merlot from a plastic green bottle while Usher plays from inside her bedroom. I always had a crush on her, I still sort of do, but she was so dedicated to Owen. Come to think of it, Michelle was loyal to everything she did. Volleyball, writing, her family, work, friends. Even though they all exhausted her. Yeah, I never remember seeing Michelle look well-rested and my window could see into her bedroom. I always wondered if she was a part of anything for herself or if she was just trying to fill up her time so she wasn't alone. Even now when I see her she seems tired, but I enjoy our get togethers. We go for coffee now and I attend her yoga class. She is still beautiful and I'm still waiting for her to leave her husband, but I know she never will.”
Paul Martin, present, 28
SELF.
“When I was little, I wanted to join a runaway circus. I don't know why this is because I hadn't ever seen a circus outside of Madeline movies and bed time picture books. I think it was because there was so much going on at a circus and it was the circus people's job to make everyone smile and laugh. I wanted to do that, make people happy. Then I grew up a couple years and thought I wanted to be a nurse. That was also weird because all my trips to the hospital, though far and few between, had been awful. I just wanted a project, someone to worry about and take care of. One thing I was certain of was that I didn't want to be a baker. My parents kept insane hours and they were always stressed out. My father used to make me promise him I would never put stress on myself. I kept that promise until I was fourteen. High school began and becoming a freshman wasn't that breezy for me. I made friends with Molly Donovan, short, goofy, and encouraging. However, Molly had an eating disorder and so I tried my best to make her happy and take care of her, but I always came up short. I joined the Volleyball team, but being the best was never enough. I took up with the love of my life and disappointed a lot of people in the process. Both my little brothers like him, but they always side with my parents. No one from my family came to our wedding except for my cousins, but my brothers and parents stayed far away. My parents didn't talk to me, not even at church, for months after. What does that say about me, huh? What kind of daughter does that make me? I don't regret marrying Owen, though. Not for a minute. No one drives me as wild, makes me feel the way he does, or keeps me on my toes like he can. I've been in love with him since before I had my first pair of heels. Sometimes I think I loved him before I was even in a training bra, but I know that isn't true. Owen is in a gang and when I was younger that made him exciting, but the excitement wore off the first time I was kidnapped. I was walking to the subway station and then bam!, hand over my mouth and dragged away. Alright, the first time I will admit, it was kind of sexy to have Owen save me, but then it just becomes terrible and routine. It's pathetic. It's the only thing we fight about. I have my saving graces though. Church and baking. Nothing calms me down like making chocolate chip cookies from scratch. Yoga. My high school volleyball team got me into it and it's the most relaxing way to start my day especially if it's a day after I've made Owen sleep on the couch. That isn't a common occurrence, but the way we can both argue (and I fight dirty) lands him there every so often. Used books are my other saving grace. I like to sink into books and live through them. How else am I going to visit some of the places of the world or meet people of a certain caliber? I promised Mrs. Quinto, my high school English prof, that I would write a book. It's all I talked about doing for years, but something always stopped me. Or, maybe, I just stopped believing in myself. It's too hard to be creative when you're constantly wondering if your husband is going to come home after work or not.”
michelle everett, present, 24
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