CAVELLI, leanne

[leanne cavelli]

Leanne Rosalie Cavelli

name: Emilee
age: Twenty-one
gender: She-bot.
writing experience: A long-ass time.
how’d you find us?: MELINDA DID IT
a favorite book: I have millions. But for now? Fool, by Christopher Moore. Absolutely hilarious.
other character(s): Holly Braur!


name: Leanne Rosalie Cavelli
age: 20
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: Citizen
previous residence: Of English descent, but she’s lived in France her whole life.
eye color: Bright blue
hair color: Blonde
height: 5’5”
distinguishing features: There are two small white scars on her belly button from where she had it pierced in her early teen years, before she became pregnant. There is a small scar on the centre of her forehead made when her head hit the table after a fall as a result from a hit from her boyfriend. There are various scars all over her legs from playing during childhood, some on her arms from other altercations with her boyfriend.

Both of her ears are pierced twice on the lobes, but there are no other body modifications to speak of. Freckles dot the soft lines of her shoulders as well as the back of her knees and along her hairline on her forehead.


four good personality traits

four bad personality traits

three quirks

important people

history

The girl that once upon a time didn’t know how to not smile is now the girl that can’t quite remember what it feels like to feel true joy in her heart. She has a reason to be happy – the little girl that curls up on her lap at night for her bedtime story is proof enough of that. But with the warmth she feels with the love of a child comes an overwhelming gloom. When she walks out of the safety of her little girl’s room, what will happen to her? Leanne came from a world where everything was laid out for her. Life was predictable, aside from what games she and her friend would play in the yard after school. Now, her life depends on the mood of the man that, even after throwing her around like a ragdoll, claims to love her.

Allow me to explain.

Leanne was a celebrated child. The only daughter to Italian father, Giovanni Cavelli and English mother Rebecca Newell, she was born into a life of riches. Life was planned out for her before she could breathe her first word. She would go to school wherever she wanted to. She would do what she wanted to, travel where she wanted to travel. She could be whoever she wanted to be, wherever she wanted to be whatever that was. Her life would always be exactly what she wanted it to be – her father would ensure it. She was born in a place she belonged and lived at a pace unto her own. Spoiled, yes. Leanne never went without and she rarely had to ask when she wanted something. But a brat? Leanne was far from such a heinous word. She was an agreeable child, always keen to put a smile on other people’s faces. As much as her family provided for her monetarily, they also provided her with a nurturing environment and taught her what true humility meant from a very young age. She was happy, she was healthy, and in the words of her father, her heart was three times the size it should have been for such a small girl.

As promised from birth, Leanne started her school years at the best private school her father could afford. She left her home in the morning in a freshly pressed school uniform, knapsack strapped firmly to her back and a smile plastered on her face. She was excited, but as expected, incredibly shy. Leanne was never the kind of girl to have trouble opening up to someone once she knew them, it was the getting to know them part that was difficult. For the first few weeks she made it by ultimately unnoticed, even by teachers. She never made a fuss, she never cause a ruckus. Just the quiet little girl in the corner with her book. In her young naivety, how was she to know that it would take only one person to change all of this? It was during recess one day - she still recalls it clearly. Sitting comfortably on a swing by herself, a young man with feathery tufts of brown hair approached her and informed her that he needed a girlfriend this year, and she was it.

Clovis quickly became her best friend. He coaxed her playful nature out of the quiet shell she had made herself comfortable in. It was always easy to laugh, and the games of make-believe they created were ones that the other children could be jealous of. Hand in hand they walked home, hand in hand they played until the sun went down. Her father dubbed him her 'partner in crime', and Leanne liked it. Family troubles in later years pulled Clovis out of the private school that had brought them together, but not even distance could break the bond the two little ones had made. Going to school without him was a misery. She begged for months to be allowed to go to the same school as him, but her family would hear nothing of it. Instead, she would have to make do with the time she spent with him outside of school hours. But as ever, he was still there to pick her up from school at the end of the day to hold her hand and walk her home, into their fairy tail world where anything was possible and the stars were in reach.

As she grew older, her family teased her about her relationship with Clovis. Uncles asked her father when the wedding would be, and Giovanni would respond with a 'Let's wait until she's 30'. Thirteen-year-old Leanne thought it all daft. He was her best friend - why would she marry her best friend? Boys still had cooties when they were 30, after all. But still, she'd lay with him under the night sky and count the stars their little arms were still too short to actually reach. Clovis, do you think we'll be able to catch one, one day? It was a simple question, but wholly unanswerable. She conceded that they would and keeps that hope to this day, despite the distance she has created between the two - physically and emotionally.

Life went on for her. Clovis had many more ups and downs than she could recall having, and she stuck by him through it all. Through the passing of his father to the loss of his ability to walk. There were things she wanted for him, of course. She wanted him to be able to run and jump with her, swim in the creek like they always did. She wanted him to have a father to come home to at night and share his pride with his music. But Clovis remained such a heartwarming source of comfort through every challenge he faced. Through it all, he could still smile, and he could still make her smile.

Years went by. Day by day they changed together, and as it turned out? Their feelings for each other changed too. He was still her goofy best friend, but there was a glint in his eye, a certain twitch of the lip when he truly smiled that she had only just begun to notice. When he finally asked her if she’d ever consider him something more than just that – his best friend – her answer surprised herself. How could she not? How could she not consider him something more when she loved him so completely?
Leanne’s life had always been easy, but life with Clovis made her absolutely blissful. A match made in heaven, she heard people say. And she could truly believe it. Those years remain predominant in her heart and weigh heavily on her conscience when she looks back now on the mess she made of the best part of her history.

He was nineteen, with hopes of making a career in music. She was seventeen, with hopes of making it in school. She was seventeen, and her period was three days late. It all happened in a blur for her. The test, the doctor’s appointment to confirm the results…Leanne was pregnant, and she was terrified. She was sure there had never been a more terrified seventeen-year-old in the history of the world. In a frame of mind that should have been locked away, Leanne made a series of very poor choices. She knew what Clovis would do if he found out she was having a baby. She knew very well that he would give up everything for her. She couldn’t have that – she couldn’t take that away from him. She couldn’t raise a baby in a society where she was a princess, and getting rid of here child was no option.
So, she lied. Walking away from him that day was the hardest decision she’d ever had to make. Even now, only her parents and her boyfriend know whom her precious three-year-old daughter truly belongs to. Marie Cavelli, her little ray of light in the darkness. Shamed, she left for school. She could at least get a year in away before she’d come back home to be a mother. She didn’t even say goodbye to him on her way out of town. A short drive past his home was enough to send her off in fresh wave of tears – tears she didn’t deserve to cry. She’d made her choice, now she would have to live with it.

Miserable months went by while the tiny life inside her grew larger and larger. She was quiet again – the same Leanne she’d been before Clovis, only significantly emptier now without him. She didn’t quite realize that in the early months of her pregnancy, before she’d begun to show, that she’d caught the eye of another. Another that she’d caught the eye of years earlier. Graham De’Louis was a classmate from her earlier school years. They had spoken only a few times in classes they shared together, but he had always seemed like a nice enough boy. He was even nice enough now to ask her out for coffee. Leanne thought it would lead to nothing when she told him about her, ‘situation’, as her father had taken to calling it. But he surprised her. Instead of saying ‘maybe friends would be best’, he said ‘why don’t we see where this goes and take it from there?’

In the first months, he was wonderful to her. He treated her like a princess- showered her with gifts and endless affection. He loved her, he said. He wanted to be with her, and he wanted to be a part of her baby’s life. Their baby’s life – he wanted to step in as a father. In a daze, both of disbelief and incoherent thought, Leanne said yes. She would be with him, and she would push Clovis out of her mind. He deserved better than her, and she damn well knew it. Graham would take her just as she was, lies and baby aside. He was there on the day Marie was born, holding Leanne’s hand, breathing with her the way the lady in class said. He did everything right. He said all the right things. Until he grew bored of playing daddy.

Leanne couldn’t tell you now when things started to change. They were like a real family for the first few months, she Marie and Graham. Her pleasant, pink baby was a treat to be around, and it was obvious that Graham loved her too, despite any sort of DNA match. She was his daughter, he told everyone, and Lee was his princess. Until she forgot to put the milk back in the fridge right away. Until she let Marie cry for too long. Until he hit her so hard that she fell to the floor, a chip missing from her tooth. He was the master of full-circle, going from the loving boyfriend and father to the lunatic, lashing out at Leanne for the smallest of things. But every time she got up the courage to leave he would beg her, plead with her to stay. He loved her, he wanted to be with her. He’d never do it again. It’s been the same story for the last three years, and still Leanne hopes that this time will be the last time. She’ll never have to wear sunglasses in the grocery store again after this bruise healed.

In the midst of another argument, Leanne decided to move she and Marie back home. The bags were packed; the car was loaded but not in time to miss Graham. Again, he begged. He pleaded. It was times like these that Leanne got what she wanted from him, and so she said she wanted to go home. He would go with her, and things would be different.

He came with her. Things are no different. But these are the paths we choose, non?

if you could be anywhere, where would you be? “Anywhere? That realm of possibilities is endless, but my answer is simple and close to home. I'd be six again, lying on the grass in my back garden with my best friend, catching stars.”

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