Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: Non’ya it’s a lot
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut brown; Thick and wavy; shoulder length
Birthday: November 12, 1995
Common phrases: “Y’know?”; “Oh, about that…”; “Have fun
explaining that one.”; “Your mom, that’s who/what.”;
My name is Caroline Higgins. I’m fresh out of high school. I
was born in Ireland but my family moved to America when I was 7 years old.
We've lived in a small town in Washington for 10 years. My dad, Hugh, is an
auto mechanic and my mom, Laura, teaches dog-training classes, so we aren't
exactly wealthy, but we’re happy. I don’t have any siblings, but I have 7
cousins that all live within walking distance. My dream has always been to one
day go back to Ireland and meet my grandparents and my other aunts, uncles, and
cousins. Even though I've just graduated high school, I’m not sure what I want
to do with my life yet, so I’m working two part time jobs and taking evening
general education classes three times (Monday, Tuesday, Thursday) a week at the
local junior college. On Monday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from 8:00-2:00, I
work at an animal hospital cleaning kennels and sterilizing equipment. On
Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:00-12:00, I go to my neighbor’s house and do
various chores for her. Mary is an elderly woman whose husband passed away two
years ago and ever since I've been going to her house twice a week to help her
with her laundry, cleaning her house, taking care of her yard, and sometimes I
take her grocery list and go shopping for her. I don’t get paid much but she’s
the closest I've ever come to having a grandmother and I’m more than happy to
help her with her everyday needs. Wednesday is my only full day off, and is
usually the day I go out with my friends to go shopping or just hang out at
home and sleep off my busy week. My parents are almost never home, but when
they are, they usually hang out in their room or the living room to watch
television or read or discuss whatever it is that they discuss, I hardly ever
pay attention anyway. They’re quiet, compared to most of my friends’ parents;
they like to calmly discuss, rather than argue or punish, and when they moved
to the states they really got into Zen and Chi and Peaceful Living stuff. I
guess they saw it as “the American way.” Who really knows? My mom also sells
Essential Oils, these tiny glass bottles of natural and organic oils extracted
from everyday plants to cure everything from zits and menstrual cramps to joint
pain and mental trauma. I was a bit skeptical when she first dove into this
almighty solution to everyone’s problems, but the sample bottles she has left
on my dresser for me to tryout actually proved to be as effective as
advertised. Along with my parents’ modern-hippie lifestyle, our house had
different colored walls in every room, painted with serene greens, refreshing
lavenders and blues, and warm yellows and oranges. People were always so
intrigued when they entered my home to the smell of incense and the bright
colors everywhere; I think this is because everyone expected my Irish parents
to be more… well… Irish. I mean I can see where people would be surprised but
it’s not like Ireland is a different planet, I’m sure people back home were
into this stuff too. It’s not all about you, America! Okay, okay, back to me. I
know I’m not super tall, but I’I've always been pretty self-conscious about my
height, or really my size in general. I’m not skinny like all those toothpick
girls in magazines, I’m not skinny at all really. Everything from my waist down
is huge: I have wide hips, thick thighs, and a giant bottom. My tummy is a
little squishy and my boobs are not proportional to the rest of my body (they
are far too small). My mom says it is from the Danish side of her family,
whatever that’s supposed to mean. At least I’m not fat, just thick. Yeah,
whatever you say, Caroline, if it makes you feel better. At least I know how to
cook, the fat lady always knows how to cook; nobody likes food from the skinny
chef. …Moving on, I don’t have any special talents, unless you call fangirling
Sam and Dean Winchester from the show Supernatural a talent. I would. I do like
to draw, though I wouldn't consider myself significantly talented in that
department. I also must admit that I have tattoos, no I’m not covered in them,
I have just a few that mean a lot to me: on my left shoulder blade, I have a
Celtic knot that symbolizes family; a dream catcher with the Irish tree of life
in the middle of the circle on the right side of my rib cage; two delicate
arrows that wrap around my right pinky finger in the middle; and Roman numerals
down my spine with the date my best friend, Hazel, died earlier this year. It
seems like a lot of tattoos for a girl my age, but my parents didn't see
anything wrong with me getting tattoos that meant a lot to me so I got my first
one when I was 15 and I haven’t stopped so far. As far as friends go, I have
quite a few, though none compare to Hazel and I think with high school being
over, I won’t be seeing much of my other friends anymore as they go off to
university and I stay home. Since Hazel died I haven’t really socialized with
many other people, I’m just not ready to let someone new become that second
part of me just yet. Someday I will, though, because I know Hazel would be
happy to know I found someone to make me as happy as she did. She was
practically my sister, we did everything together and helped each other through
all kinds of trouble that we got ourselves into. I really loved her. My other
friends, Theo and Danielle, have always been close friends of mine, but never
had the connection that Hazel and I had. They were there for me throughout
Hazel’s death fortunately. That’s about all I have to say about myself.
