date of birth: 18 april 1994.
hometown: san diego.
current location: san diego.
occupation: biochemistry student.
faceclaim: jessica jung.
build: small, slim.
hair colour: varies, currently it's strawberry blonde.
hair length: until her ribs.
eye colour: brown.
complexion: pale, fair.
clothing style: feminine, a lot of pink, always heels.
"As children, our strongest bonds are usually with our parents and then with our siblings. Tell about a memorable experience with one of your character's siblings or a close relative."
"elizabe-" her grandmother started, but bonnie wouldn't let her finish. "it's bonnie." she was thirtheen, the summer before high school started, and bonnie had just announced from now on, she wanted to be called 'bonnie'. not elizabeth, because it sounded like 'an old person' and nobody was going to want to be friends with an old person in high school.
"alright. bonnie." her grandmother just smiled, going along with it. it was what bonnie loved most about her, the fact that she would always support what she wanted, no matter how crazy the idea was - to a certain degree, of course, because she would never let her granddaughter do anything dangerous.
bonnie never had a strong bond with her mother, but she and her grandmother were like two peas in a pot. she wouldn't know what she would do if she lost her.
she had been the person who always helped bonnie with her homework, who was there to pick up the pieces when her father left and who made sure that every single sleepover was even more fun than the one before that. she taught bonnie how to bake, and despite her cookies still being way too salty she always claimed that they were the best ones she had ever had.
she taught her how to ride a bike, helped her pick out her first pair of glasses and always let her pick the song they would sing along to in the car (which always ended up being the same song over and over again, but she never once complained).
"bonnie, can you promise me something very important?" she asked, and bonnie nodded, taking her grandmother's hand into her own. she had always seemed so big, like a superhero who could pick her up and save her from everything, but right now, lying in the white hospital bed, she looked like the smallest person in the world. "of course." her voice was small, even though she was trying to be brave, like she always told her to be.
"promise me that you'll never stop being you." she promised.
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