Bambi Tomlinson

Hi my name Bambi Tomlinson I am 16 and love Fruit Loops, I also have a thing for tattoos, and yes, Louis Tomlinson is my older brother, the type that would ignore me.
I have light blue hair and very odd purple eyes, although my natural hair colour is oak brown.


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When I had to move out I chose to move to Ireland and go to college there, it was funny getting use to the accent there but I think over time I’ve gotten an accent of my own. When I got there a girl in my science class stood out and I knew she was nice, she wore a button up white shirt that was tight around her bust with faded skinny jeans, she wasn’t fat at all but had curves in all the right places but what set me off was those nerdy glasses she wore “hey” I say walking up to her

“hey” she said quietly

“my names Bambi” she giggled and I must say her laugh was so cute im surprised she wasn’t a plastic girl

“Bambi?” she asked looking up from her clip board

“yea I know, very funny hey?” I said in a mocking tone

“yea actually it is and I love your eyes” she said finally looking at me “my names Darcy, Darcy Mccabe”

“I’m guessing you like science?” I say

“yea it’s a bad habbit” she says with a smirk

“why?” I ask not understanding how being smart can be bad

“well you know how parents normally want  you to be all smart and that?, yea, well my parents got me into a modelling school and they got me like a personal trainer and boob implants” she gestured to her breast at the last part “but I’ve always liked science even when I was going to to get the implants I asked what they contained”

“alright class let’s get started” my teacher mr Roberts said in a booming voice. Obviously me and darcy were science partners but other then that the class went quickly


I walked back to my flat even though it was a good 20 min away thinking about nothing in particular when I remember that Christmas is in about a month and I still don’t know what the plans are, like who’s going where?.

I ran the rest of the way back, I walked in and slamed the door fumbling for my phone “shit” I say while dropping my bag I get on my knee’s looking through my bag not getting up. 

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