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06/17/2023 09:24 PM
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Wednesday task:
What are your pronouns? She/Her
What is your gender identity? Female
What is your sexuality? Bi-Sexual
How did you come out to your friends/family? It was really easy to come out to my mother. She was always really supportive and open-minded. She raised me to believe that love is love, so when we were having 'the talk' when I was about 13, I simply told her that I thought I liked boys and girls. I then had a crush on a girl in my neighbourhood, and I told my mom. She wrapped her arms around me and asked if I thought the girl liked me too.
When did you know you were part of the LGBTQ+ community? When I was 13 and developed a crush on a girl in my neighbourhood. We kissed a few times but that was it; for her, it was just an experiment but for me, it was confirmation of what I had suspected. I was attracted to both boys and girls.
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06/03/2023 09:01 PM
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Most Likely Task:
Most Likely To Forget Where She Lives: Mercedes has always had a tendency to drink a little too much and a little too often. Once she gets a glass of wine in her hand or a line of shots in front of her, she finds it difficult to stop at a healthy or normal quantity and will forget where she put things. Her bag, phone, keys, car and even her house are not out of reach for her. Mercedes will drink until she can physically no longer have any more and passes out, sometimes with no memory of the night before. She knows that it is a bad habbit but she can not control herself at times.
Most Likely To Get Arrested: Mercedes has always been a rather unruly young woman, especially when she has had a few drinks, and she really doesn't know when to be quiet or keep her mouth shut. She always likes to back-chat or give smart-ass remarks which have landed her in trouble more than a few times. If she were to be stopped by a police officer just to check on her well-being, she would probably end up in handcuffs merely because she was unable to keep her opinions to herself. She is also always down for anything which usually always leads to trouble.
Most Likely To Enter A Beauty Pagent: Mercedes is always down for anything, but she can be extremely vain and puts a lot of effort into her looks and appearance. Not that it is a bad thing, but she sometimes spends a little too much time in the mirror posing or taking a selfie. She often makes over a hundred different poses before she finally settles on the one that is going to make it to her Instagram. When she was younger, she would even top off her outfit with a crown.
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05/13/2023 05:35 PM
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bi weekly task: Meet and Greet Moodboard
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04/29/2023 05:51 PM
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Bi Weekly Task: Playlist
1.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqAJLh9wuZ0
Taylor Swift - The Man
The Man is a very important song to Mercedes because of the lyrics' relevance. When she was younger, she dealt with a lot of name-calling, especially when she worked as a stripper. She has also dealt with a lot of catcalling and it was always the same response; what were you wearing, how were you acting? But if she was a man, she would never be asked those questions, which is why she finds the song so relatable.
2.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C2tFNi_9Ug
Christina Aguilera - Beautiful
Mercedes has dealt with a lot of body issues throughout her life, particularly as a teenager, and she suffered from an eating disorder. This song helped her get through that and it was a constant reminder that she is beautiful, whether she realises that or not. This song was like an anthem for her life and even to this day, when she is not feeling good about herself she will play this song as a reminder of everything that she has overcome.
3.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rcyZC6YEh0
Celine Dion - Dance with my father
Mercedes lost her adoptive father two years ago and although he was not her biological father, he was the man that raised her and he was the only father she knew. The two of them were extremely close and this was the song that she played at his funeral. The day she lost her dad, her heart broke and he took a little piece of her with him. This song expresses things that she just can't. She would give anything to see him one last time, tell him she loved him or hear his voice and that is why this song makes the list.
4.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1kbLwvqugk
Taylor Swift - Anti-Hero
This song is on constant repeat and last year made Mercy's Spotify 2022 playlist, earning the top spot. This song speaks to her though on many levels, especially because Mercy is her own worst enemy at times. She is the villain in her own story a lot of the time, even if she doesn't want to admit it. She belts out 'it's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me," more than anything else.
5,) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AtDnEC4zak
Charlie Puth - We don't talk anymore
This song is another one that Mercy has had on repeat quite a lot. It describes her feelings over her lost friendship with Joshua and it gives her a chance to express feelings that she hasn't been able to. It is a song that does mean a lot to her and when she is feeling sad or just needs to express herself, it is one of the first songs that she listens to.
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04/05/2023 04:12 PM
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bi weekly task; arrested.
 “She’s waking up. Nurse! She is waking up! Quickly!. Baby, it’s going to be alright. You’re going to be alright.”Her eyes fluttered open and closed over dark orbs as she tried to make sense of where she was. Her mother’s voice was only a few feet away and she could hear the sound of footsteps against what sounded like a polished floor but she had no idea where she was or how she had ended up there. The 48 hours beforehand were a blur and she was confused. “Mom..” she whispered as she tried to sit up. She had a tube up her nose and wires all over the place. Panic set in and Mercedes attempted to push away everyone that was trying to help her. She’d never really liked hospitals, not since her (adoptive) father had died a few years earlier. She hadn’t set foot in one since and as the realization hit her, she knew she needed to get out; she had to get out. Nothing was going to calm Mercedes down though, so the doctor had been left with no choice but to sedate the 19-year-old. Three hours later....“Excuse me? We need to talk to Mercedes Delgado.”Turning her attention to the door, Mercedes swallowed sharply when she noticed two police officers standing in the doorway of her hospital room. She glanced at her mother when she heard her begin to speak and shook her head. “No, it’s okay,” she whispered, she wanted to get this over and done with. She wanted some answers and maybe the police would have some. “What do you want to know?” she questioned. Mercedes really couldn’t remember a thing. She had small flashbacks of alcohol (there was a LOT of alcohol), and someone entering her room, there was also an email from her best friend, Julia, but she couldn’t remember what it said. She was sure that Julia had been replying to an email that Mercedes had sent, but Mercedes never sent emails, at least not to friends. None of it made sense and her memory was patchy at best, but maybe something would be triggered. Maybe she could piece the night together.“Do you know a Julia Cooper? She was murdered last night and we found a knife at the scene that we believe belongs to you. Can you tell us where you were between seven and eight last night?” Mercedes was sure she had heard the officer wrong. How could Julia be dead? And how could she be a suspect?! She was confused and heartbroken over her friend's death but she was also scared. She couldn’t remember a thing about the day before; it was all so hazy and she was confused. “I..a knife? My knife? Are you sure? I was..” she paused and shook her head as tears stung her eyes. “I was at home,” she whispered as she tried to think of where she’d been the night before. Had she been home? She really couldn’t remember. “Yeah..I was at home all night. Um..how do you know it was my knife?” she questioned as her gaze flickered over to her mother and then back to the two officers that were questioning her. “I mean, that’s impossible.” “We matched the DNA found on the knife to you.”The officer’s answer still didn’t help Mercedes with any of her questions. How did they even have her DNA? Surely they needed her consent to get it? Right? So many questions raced through her mind, but she suddenly remembered that her DNA would be in the system. Thanks to a very drunken night shortly after her Joshua had left town. He wasn’t hers, but she couldn’t quite admit that to herself. She’d made a lot of bad decisions since he had left, but killing Julia was not one of them. She was sure of that, even if she had very few memories from the night she’d died. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t..” she insisted but she could tell that neither of the officers before her believed her. It was the look in their eyes that gave it away and what felt like an invasion of butterflies quickly took over. “Please, you have to believe me..” she whispered as a tear escaped her eyelid and rolled down her cheek. “Mercedes Delgado, you have the right to remain silent...”
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03/24/2023 01:45 PM
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task: two
She’d once heard that time was meant to heal all wounds but Mercedes was yet to see an ounce of truth in that. She still felt her heart break every time she watched the gymnastics portion of the Olympics, she still felt her heart break every time she felt a sharp pain in her leg that brought back memories of the fateful day her dreams came crashing down around her, and she still felt her heart break every time she thought of him. Her first real love and her first real heartbreak. It didn’t seem to matter that it had been a decade since he’d left and it didn’t seem to matter that she’d had two other serious relationships. Liam and Roxanne had meant a great deal to her, but neither of them had compared to him - her first love; her epic love.
It had been almost a decade since she had last spoken to him and it still broke her heart to think about him. Her heart still skipped a beat at the mention of his name and her breath still caught in her throat, but it had been years and she needed to move on, she just didn’t know how to. After Joshua had left, Mercedes had written him a letter every single day for the first year. She never intended to actually post them, but she wanted to express herself; write down everything that she wished she’d had the courage to say to his face, including the fact that she was in love with him. He was her best friend and had been since she could remember, but at some point after puberty had hit, things had started to change. She couldn’t pin point when it started, but she also couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been in love with him.
Her letters, all 365 of them, told him how she felt, told him that she loved him, that she missed him, and how her day had been, as if he was still there. But some of them, the ones she had written on her bad days, they also told him that she hated him. She hated him for leaving, she hated him for breaking her heart, and she hated him making her love him. The only way she could move on was if she made herself believe that she hated him. It was the only way she knew of to try and repair her broken heart. One by one, Mercedes put each letter that she had written him into a box that she kept hidden in her closet. She thought that it might help; she could grieve a person that had walked out of her life and once she was done, she could close the lid on that box and move on with her life, but it hadn’t worked and Mercedes knew it never would; every relationship she had was just a band aid.
After a year of writing letters to Josh that she would never send, Mercy tucked the box away and tried to move on. However, even when she packed up and left Savannah with just a small suitcase, the box of letters came with her. She knew that she should have just left them hidden in her closest, but she still wasn’t quite ready to let them go, or Josh. So, when Mercedes ended up in Las Vegas, the letters came with her, but she’d tossed them in a drawer and hadn’t looked at them. She hadn’t looked at them in almost a decade, not since they’d been written, but maybe it was time. Maybe it was time to finally let Joshua go.
Taking a deep breath, Mercedes slowly opened the drawer and pulled out the box of letters. Her heart was racing and her stomach tied itself up in knots as she carried the box over to her bed and slowly took a seat. How could one person have such a huge effect on her? Biting down on the inside of her mouth, Mercedes slowly opened the lid of the box and took out the first letter. She unfolded it and slowly began to read it and before she knew it, she had read half a dozen. Tears began to cascade down her cheeks, leaving a trail of mascara in its wake and finally as she read each letter and as she relived her heartbreak, all she could think was,“How much pain do you have to go through before giving up is okay?”
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03/17/2023 04:16 PM
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spirit week Drabble
The four-inch clover was meant to be lucky, wasn’t it? At least that was what Mercedes had heard, and right then, she needed all the luck that she could get! It had been six months since the accident and her dreams had been completely dashed. She’d never thought that one accident could change everything, but it had. A simple slip off the balancing beam had turned her world upside down, but she’d hoped that physical therapy would help her get her life and her dreams back on track. She pushed herself far too hard sometimes but it would all be worth it when she was standing up on that podium with a gold medal around her neck. Breathe. She needed to take a deep breath and calm her nerves or she knew she would make a mistake that had nothing to do with her injury. Closing her eyes for a moment, the 15-year-old walked through the doors of the gym and over towards her team. It was going to be now or never; she had convinced herself that she was okay and that she could do this, but now she just had to prove it.
“Mercy! You’re back!”
A small smile tugged at Mercedes’ lips when she heard Chloe, one of her best friends on her gymnastics team. “Didn’t think a silly little broken leg could keep me away, did you?!” She questioned as she wrapped her arms around Chloe for a tight embrace. It wasn’t just a silly little broken leg though. When she had fallen off the balancing beam, she had shattered her leg in three places, damaged her hip, and had been told she would be lucky to ever walk again without a limp. Pulling back, a small smirk tugged at her lips before she turned to her coach. This was it. This was the moment that she was waiting for; hr entire future was depending on this very moment. Biting down on the inside of her mouth, she glanced at the rest of her team for a brief moment before walking passed them in her shamrock colored leotards. Shamrock was her signature color, having worn it in every single competition since she was five. Her mother had tried to entice her to wear the color pink, but even then, Mercedes had been a stubborn child.
A front-forward handspring seemed like the best place to start. It was something she’d done at least a thousand times, but the moment her legs were in the air and she was preparing to do a non-twisting roundoff, she wasn’t sure it was going to end well, and the moment her feet came into contact with the floor beneath her, her leg gave way. She could feel the tears filling the brims of her eyes as the realization hit. Her leg was in pain and she knew that if she couldn’t even do a simple stunt like this, her gymnastic dreams were over. Mercedes wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear but she didn’t want to cry in front of her team. “I’m okay,” she insisted as she slowly stood up with the help of Chloe. “I’m okay.” She wasn’t okay. She knew that, her coach knew that, her team knew that, but she needed to put on a brave face. “I um..” she couldn’t even think of a good enough lie at that moment. Turning, she pushed herself away from her friend and slowly walked out, unable to contemplate a future without handsprings and backflips.
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03/14/2023 01:26 PM
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spirit week task: Red Moodboard
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03/11/2023 12:27 PM
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bi weekly task
“Take that dagger and stab her through the heart. If you don’t, I will.” The words seeped through her lips so effortlessly but the impact that that one sentence had on Mercedes felt like she had been punched in the stomach over and over again. Her heart had been shattered into a million pieces and she couldn’t breathe. She’d never experienced heartbreak before, but she didn’t think that feeling would even compare to how she was feeling at that moment. Her dreams were shattered and she didn’t know what she would do now. Turning her attention to her mother and sister, a tear escaped her eyelids and cascaded down her cheek, leaving a trail of mascara in its wake. “I’m sure that would hurt a lot less.”
Hearing Mercedes, her mother rushed forward to the hospital where her daughter was laying and wrapped her arms tightly around the 15-year-old. “Hey baby, you’re awake,” she smiled, pressing a gentle kiss against Mercedes’ cheek. “We can get a second opinion. Or even a third or fourth,” she tried to reassure the teenager, but Mercedes knew that it was all over. Her leg had been shattered in three places and at that moment, the thought of trying to even walk on it terrified her, let alone applying the amount of pressure needed for the balance beam. Her dreams of winning gold at the Olympics were over and she had no idea what she was going to do with her life now.
“No. It’s over,” Mercedes finally replied after a rather lengthy pause. She didn’t want to pretend that everything was going to be alright, not when she knew it wasn’t. Wiping another tear as it escaped, she took a deep breath and slowly rolled over. “I’m tired.” Mercedes loved her mother and her sister, and she knew that without their constant support, she’d never have even had a chance to compete as a gymnast, but now that her dreams were dashed, she needed some space. She needed some time to come to terms with what had happened and the direction her life now had to take. She needed to readjust and that would take time, but for now, Mercedes needed to cry, which she didn’t want to do in front of her mother.
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03/07/2023 07:56 PM
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owes list.
i owe you
Haven - Starter - March. 13
Journey - Starter - March. 22
Josh - Starter - March. 25
you owe me
Ophelia - Starter - March. 3rd
Updated: March. 25
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