My darling Monique
       
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      For my brother.. Mason
      dealing with the front page.
      Monique is a 15 year old female, born on November 12th, 1982. She is growing up in a small town in Illinois called, McHenry. Living peacefully with her mother, father and 11 year old brother. Her older brother, Mason, died at birth before she was born. Monique, to her mother, was the miracle child.. Besides this sad thought; her home is somewhat of a zoo holding two dogs, two birds, a cat and ferret. Monique enjoys to ride horses and is getting very experienced at it. She loves to hang out with her best friends Jackie and Jessica. Monique is a very caring, romantic, sweet, and loving person. I chose this painting, because I was told she looked like myself.
       
       
      Hi guys, here is a little about me. Well, right now I am a student in my first year of high school. I will admit, I am doing well for it being the first year. I am taking up English I, Algebra I, Concert Band, Health/PE, World History, Biology, and Spanish I. I used to take karate, but I got bored of it after a while. I retired my belt at Yellow Green stripe, for those whom could be wondering. Right now I'm just trying to keep my grades for school high, and karate was just in the way. I adore riding horses. Horses are my life and forever will be. I was just asked to join a horse show this March 16th. I am very excited! I have been riding ever sense I was 3. (You know those little pony rides at a fair? Those were my first riding horses.) My grandfather used to own many horses, but gave them to his ex-wife which are now with her still. (to my knowledge) I hope to get a horse of my own soon. But I understand that a horse is not only a big responsibility, but also a large sum of money. At which, I don't have at the moment hehe. I am not very picky person at anything, and I will listen to almost any type of music, and watch almost any type of movie. I adore victorian art, also surprises and romantic stories.
      Hi, I'm Iolanthe.
       
      Some times I would be considered as a dreamer... but even if I am, my dream is to be with Matt. I have been trying hard to find my way to Matthew but with school it's hard. I do know that if I put my mind to it, I'll get myself closer to him in no time. 
      As I said before, I am a romantic and dreamer. More than most people will come to believe. My love for horses also tangles up in my fairy tails. *unicorns* I've always found a one horned horse to be just beautiful. I know things that are very silly about me is I've dreamed a fairy tail life. Wishing for "Prince Charming" and hoping to be pulled upon his mighty white stallion and ride off into the clouds. I also have dreamed up stories through my head of fairy tails.
       
      But unlike the movies, my dreams are more as I would say "down to earth". I do dream of my "Prince Charming" taking me away on his horse, but, the fact is I doubt we will get as high as the clouds in reality. In my mind and heart I know it can take me there, but the fact of actually flying through the air never crossed my mind. ;-)  
       
      The romantic side of me is basically love for surprises and sweet things. Every time I have received a rose, I have hung it upside down until it was dry. I hate to throw such a beautiful flower out so I make it last. Matthew has filled my mind with wild romantic dreams and surprises. He told me once that he would make me breakfast in bed. My heart jumped because no one ever wanted to show me romance before. I have always been the one to just dream it up like a Disney movie.
       
       
      Another romantic side to me is my love for reading real love stories. At times I do like the occasional fiction romance, but I will tell you that nothing can beat a real life "mushy" story. ;-) If it is a good story there are bound to be a few tears forming in the corners of my eyes. 
       
      The greatest thing about myself right now, is that I can talk to Matt almost anytime I want to. But, the sad part is, I pay the cost of the phone bill, or the time I have lost for not doing the things that NEED to be done. I do leave time out for my friends, Matt, homework, and my job.
       
      For I need the money to buy these 'fancy' things. Such as long distance phone calls to that special little grumpy face. I call him grumpy now because whenever I talk to him, his expressions always look so gloomy and upset. So I yell at him screaming how grumpy he looks.  
       
      Just for spite of the moment he might act like he's more than normal just to see how I'd react to it. But... if I see him like that again I'll tape his mouth into a smile and call him Happy instead :-P~~~