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“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.”
― Nelson Mandela

Déjame vivir Libre Como las palomas Que anidan en mi ventana Mi compañía Cada vez que tú te vas. -Jarabe de Palo

Free spirit is the perfect way to describe Camila. Camila has a live and let live attitude about life. Loud, and energetic. Almost always. Even when she is sitting she is tapping her feet, or tapping her hands. To some people this can come off as impatient. Of course Camila does have an impatient side which we will talk about later. Of course only when Camila is tired does she stop moving too much. Being the free spirit she is she is occasionally active, if she is alone she is walking the streets looking for someone to talk to or hang out with, she is not much at home, which is maybe not a good thing.

A party girl, she loves to dance and when she is not dancing or at a party she is loud, and very talkative. She laughs loudly, and sometimes even speaks loudly which forces people to tell her to quiet down, and also causes her to receive occasional glares, she does not mean to be loud it just happens with her personality. Camila does drink but on rare occasions it takes a lot of wine for her to get drunk.
Camila is super happy. The type of person who is smiling all the time, this does not mean she is exempt of anger or sadness, but not many things can keep her or pull her down. She does not care much for what people think, and prefers not to worry about people’s opinions about her. This does not mean she can not get offended but after getting offended depending on the situation weather she will fight for what she wants, or will let it pass and keep her mouth shut.

A lover of freedom Camila can be very consenting at times. She can be comforting and soothing to be around if you had a problem and something went wrong. She just likes to give people their space, and freedom is something everyone deserves. Camila loves to be fair with people in almost everything she does. She believes people have to right to speak their minds or to keep quiet as much as they like. For Camila living life, and being happy are the two best things you can do. So if you are living but you are not really happy then you need to find a way to fix that.

Camila sometimes tries to fix or at least provide words of comfort to people she believes need them, and like a true lover of freedom, Camila doesn’t like the idea of people being or feeling trapped. Another thing Camila enjoys is giving herself the little things she wants. Camila basically loves life, and everything that comes with it, and she hates it when people have a lot of rules, and technicalities.
Intoxicating isn’t it…
Of course all this love of liberty has its own flaws.
For one thing Camila does not care much what people think of her, and if you shove many rules such as not talking to strangers, don’t be too friendly, etc, etc. She will ultimately get a headache and will ignore your rules altogether. On top of this Camila does not think the rules apply to her. She has many traffic violations and tickets, and has been lucky not to be stuck in jail. Camila does have moral conscious, but apart from that she doesn’t follow many technical rules. Camila does believe stealing, killing, and kidnapping, is wrong, but aside from that everything else is optional or subjective. She will not pay attention to signs, such as: no trespassing, no loitering, etc, etc and inclusively break some rules just to annoy a person. She has occasionally gotten warnings from police, and every once in a while has ticked people off just because she sometimes finds it adorable when someone gets mad just because a poor pencil, notebook, or sign is out of place.

One thing not many people know about Camila is that when she is bored, she is observing. Observing people, observing signs, and Camila uses all the facts about people to her advantage. Well most of the time or when she is going to get something out of it.
Camila is not dirty in person but is highly disorganized. She runs late to many appointments, tends to forget what day of the month it is and tends to confuse Monday for Sunday, or Thursday for Monday and so on so forth. Camila’s small condo or apartment has things strewn all over the place. You can see the floor and the couch but it might be hard to figure everything else out. Camila is sort of lazy when she feels like it, and so you can guess that something will be done wrong, when she gets tired of doing work.

Camila is sometimes so liberal and consenting that her judgement of what is right or wrong gets blurry. If a person has been wronged for far too long in a way she considers that it is perfectly right for a person to be angry or mad. She has a hard time sometimes trying to judge correctly, and figure out what to do and on certain occasions her vision on liberty is very twisted, and dim. No Camila is not jaded, she is just too consenting for her own good, it was actually one of the reasons she put up with her abusive boyfriend for too long. She felt that he had a right to be angry. It is hard for her to figure out when a person is in his or her right mind.
For example Camila thinks dictatorship is the best way for a country to be run, which is ironic due to the fact that she seems like a rebel (she has yet to understand freedom).

Camila likes to be her kind she wants to be kind to people just because it is the right thing to do. Treating people right and making sure they are happy, makes her feel good. Camila goes to the point where she will give strangers a ride, and will even take a homeless person out to lunch. Camila tends to go far sometimes gets in other people's shoes, or try to get into them at least; it is compassionate but sadly this will end up messing up her morale if she is dealing with bitter people.

Despite that Camila is condescending, she can be very impatient and has a hard time waiting. She may snap or yell once she has had enough.

Camila does not think white lies are wrong and lies when she finds it convenient. Last but not least Camila is aware of her flaws, or at least most of them. She does not cover them up much and prefers to try and not worry about them much. Camila is aware that she can seem very careless at times, and yes it does bother her. But true to her live and let live motto she lets a lot of things even her flaws just be. In fact part of her laid back attitude has to do with this let be and let live attitude about life. The only thing Camila is not aware of is how brilliant she is, she has a little bit of a low self esteem when it comes to her mentality.

Baseball: Secretly Camila is really good at baseball, she can catch and pitch fast. Her agility is very decent to the point where she can catch glass cups, pots, random objects in midair. Which is a very handy skill if you got someone throwing things at you, or you happen to spend time with a clumsy person. She loves to play catch though. Did I mention she has good aim.

Leather jackets: Mostly motorcycle jackets, she loves them despite the fact she does not drive a motorcycle. Any type of leather would do, the thing that matters most is the brand, believe me she can be a little shallow about the brands. She actually wants to drive a motorcycle but of course after seeing her drive a car would you trust her with your motorcycle? Well she is still saving for one anyway. Nothing is stopping her.

Dancing: Camila loves to bust a move, and salsa and jarabe are her most guilty pleasures. It will not be hard for you to convince her to dance, but it might be hard for Camila to convince anyone to dance for the matter. She has a thing for guitars not that she can play one anyway.

Friends: They are very important to Camila. In fact she wants to have as many friends as possible. The sad thing is Camila does not understand yet that not many people want friends. Camila thinks if you get along well and you have a nice conversation that is good enough for her. OF course Camila will want to hang out with you alot. She doesn't have many friends yet.

Sticking her nose into other people’s business: Whether it is a quarrel, or a dispute, or something simple, Consuelo loves to get into things done, of course she gets into things quite subtly, but she does not realize how harmful this could be to her, only goes as far as playing cupid with people, customers and even her relatives, she will set you up cleverly or with all the intention of you finding out. She just likes to believe that love is real, the butterflies, candlelit dinners, and all that stuff.

Her car: It is nice. It is shiny. She worked hard to pay for it and get it clean. It has a very nice coat of paint. It is a little small mind you. Did I mention it is a taxi? Oh yeah she will give you a ride. Do you know she has no license? Oh yeah she is not the best of drivers? Wait, wait do not think about calling the police. Just wait till they hear what Camila has to say about you. NO. NO. You do not scratch her car, you do not hit her car, and you do not steal her car. IF you even think about doing either of the above you will go home with a bruise on your face. Period.

Silence: It is something Camila has a hard time standing. If you are too silent or quiet Camila will try to get you to talk but if you are too tight lipped, she might get annoyed by you. IT is unnerving and stressful if a person is quiet for too long, you know. Everything is quiet in a cemetary. If you want to be silent forever you might as well be dead.

Being told to mind her own business: She is much to nosy for her own good. She just can not keep her mouth shut, and she does not intend to shut it anytime soon.

Losing her liberty: After being locked up in a house and being beat up on occasion she does not want it to happen again, she hates this idea with all her might and she does not want it to happen to anyone either. It is terrible to be locked up for days and it is terrible to have to put up with someone like that. It makes her angry to the point where she will crunch whatever she is holding in her hands at the moment.

Morning chill: It is still too cold in London. Camila has managed to get used to it but she does not like the morning chill. It is hard for her to get used to that, and she will wear big sweaters till the sun comes up. She still has a hard time getting used to the weather in London but she is better at dealing with it than in the past. Camila tends to bundle up a lot during winter, cold and rainy days.

Being called a whore: You may not get a punch in the face, but she does not want to be called that. Deep down she wonders if people are right in calling her a whore, in some sense she does have a tendency to look for affection in the wrong places.

Bruises: They all remind her of how she got beat up, and was stepped all over a variety of times. The extent of a person’s hate has no boundaries, and Camila dislikes seeing bruises on anyone. It usually bothers her and makes her almost cry. She tends to get disturbed.

Her old boyfriend: She sort of harbors a bitterness against him, and wants to kick his butt for all the time her abused her. In fact this anger is kind of deep, and shows no signs of going away anytime soon.

Cheap clothes: Camila is picky when it comes to clothes, most of well all of the clothes in her closet are designer, she found ways to spoil herself, of course when she could not spoil herself, just a label, a needle and a spool of thread did the trick.

To keep being happy: Camila is happy, but she just wants to keep being happy and not let any joy be stolen from her, infact most of the decisions she makes are based on this fact. She asks herself before she does something: will it make me happy?

To be able to earn money dancing: Camila loves dancing and finds it energizing. She actually is hoping to get a part time job as a dancer. So far no luck, but that doesn’t stop Camila from looking and trying. Camila wants a job just dancing. It makes her feel free and she loves to blow off steam that way.

To kick her ex-boyfriends butt: A girl can dream can't she.

To find a dream: Despite her cheeriness Camila does not have a dream in a sense, a dream of what to do with her life. She right now just goes along with whatever make sense to her at the moment. Despite that Camila has things she enjoys she does not believe she can achieve anything with these traits.

Dying: Her boyfriend escaping jail and killing her. Drowning. The heater blowing up and freezing to death during winter. She fears things having to do with death.

Not being able to breathe: She is traumatized by this, and prefers not to get near anything that will involve her holding her breath for too long. Whether it is swimming, or someone placing his or her hands close to her neck. She tends to flinch backwards. This is probably her worst fear. Sense she knows what it is like to not be able to breathe for too long.

Logical people: Camila dislikes it when a person is extremely logical, she hates it when a person believes they are smarter or better than her. In fact Camila expresses her loathe towards said person quite freely. Deep down she is afraid of this type of person, because logical people have a tendency to make her feel very stupid. A flaw she does not like to admit about herself at times.

Trying to be more pleasing to others: Camila is not afraid of this exactly but she does not want to be in a position where she will try to do anything to make a person like her. She got fed up of doing that for so long. Now all she does is live for herself and chase after the things she wants.

From the start Camila was always an exuberant girl, she was happy very opinionated, and she loved to invent words. Camila didn’t care much for fashion but had a love for long sweaters, baseball caps, jumpers, overalls and an occasional girly accessory. Camila was considered queer but charming by many people, her classmates just considered her queer. Camila loved to throw her enigmatic words around people and sometimes it got her in trouble at school, because her classmates sometimes thought she was saying bad words. Apart from this Camila loved to memorize things. Camila had and still has a good memory. Camila loved to memorize long dialogues of movies, quotes of books, but mostly movie dialogues. Camila had a thing for memorizing things she heard. A good memory in other words.

Most of Camila’s childhood was uneventful, Camila was homeschooled, and was dropped into junior high public school, where the world was still a very nice place to live in. By this time Camila was a dreamer, a big dreamer, she wanted to be an actress, of course this dream was not the type of ‘real’ dream or ‘real’ job that Camila’s parents thought she could have. So they looked for other things for Camila to entertain herself with. Camila enjoyed the popular girl scene but she did not taste it much.

She was doing well with grades due to her ability to memorize, but she also began to pick up a habit of listening to conversations she was not supposed to hear. A habit out of pure curiosity. She got into trouble often due to her constant eavesdropping.

Camila’s parents suddenly died in an accident, and life sort of went… well it went in all 4 directions from there. At first Camila was in shock, and darkness filled her tears. No depression, but grief made her eyes puffy. Consuelo was afraid what would become of her, and school her life and everything. Fortunately Grandma showed up on the scene, offering her a home in London. This became direction number two for the most part.

Being only a teen it was hard for Camila to take it in, and occasionally she still has a hard time with English and goes from Spanish to English and then back again. She is still undergoing a translation period. She hated English winters, but enjoyed the scene… whoever thought she would be in a lovely place like London, with a different type of currency, and very nice looking streets, and great schools.

School was another story. It was hard for her to get set up in school, and a year and a half went by before she took GCSEs exams. She struggled to make her cousins love her and struggled to fit in, she missed her parents, she missed her friends in Venezuela, and on occasion even the food. Camila stood out like a bruise. Her tan skin in contrast to the fair ones in London, it took a while for her to find immigrants around her. Still Camila felt lonely.

It began to dawn on Camila that her dreams, her ideas, were probably vain so she threw most of her ambitions out the window, along with this went most of her energy and some of her motivation. She became clueless on what to do with her life. Camila became sort of laid back, but also found herself a vagabond most of the time on the street. She also became lazy due to her lack of motivation, and began to get painfully aware of her flaws at this time. She became aware of her complaining and aware of her lack of self-control, she began to hate the fact that she was from Venezuela and herself esteem began to drop under the pressure of her cousins obvious dislike of her.

Camila tried to apply herself to studying believing that maybe if she became successful she could earn her cousins respect, if she wore a suit maybe instead of sweaters and overalls everyday it would be okay. She at first grew stubborn trying to earn or win her cousins affections (and even the affections she had on a crush of hers). She just didn’t want to be lonely. After being shunned she found solace in a muscular boyfriend who had the façade of a thug.

Once Camila realized she lived for herself did she stop trying to win her cousins hearts, and traded her suits for heels and leather jackets. Camila also moved out, which turned out to be healthy for her despite her Grandmothers constant pleas not to do so.
Camila left out one small detail, she moved out and into her boyfriend’s flat. She was young, and intoxicated with freedom, and like any teenage girl she believed he loved her. She was blinded by his bad boy charm and the scars across his back. Of course it did not last long. After two months the overprotective boyfriend mask broke to reveal a more gruesome and controlling monster.

A guy who would freak out if she took more than half an hour to comeback home after buying groceries, and that most of the time happened to chase away anybody who came near the house with a rifle in his hands. Camila eventually got sick of all his jealousness, and she found it easy to talk, but the talks eventually got worse. He just would not listen and Camila was not going to give up either. Camila was still on the loosing side, being with a muscular gorilla for a boyfriend.
One day he had his hands around her neck and was wringing the life out of her, but Camila was no longer a whimpering child, though she kicked and kicked till she lost consciousness. The gorilla thought he had won, but one of the neighbors heard the commotion and called the police who found Camila in a heap just by the doorway.

Camila’s thug boyfriend was taken to Scotland Yard, and Camila was taken to the hospital barely alive. Camila recuperated and found herself living temporarily with her grandmother. She loves the idea of her boyfriend staying in jail, but he still vows to kill her if he gets out.

Camila is trying to figure out what to do with her life, and works as a make shift cab driver, her lack of license should be the least of your worries though. She tends to get by selling information, from all kind of people and clients, a broker in other words.. but she is still an unofficial broker none the less. She likes to play cupid and sell more lovely information about her clients.

Well the fight was holding up for far too long, and neither one of them seemed to be letting up. If it wasn’t bad enough the windows were slapped shut and they just happened to be stuck in traffic. Just my luck..

Would they just shut up now?
It had been like this for weeks. Not the traffic necessarily, but the incessant whining.

The husband would take the same cab and complain about his wife, and Camila would only nod her head wishing she were elsewhere. Then the wife. She would talk about random subjects, then complain about the husband, luckily Camila was not the one listening it happened to be the best friend who was listening. Now it just so happened both husband and wife were arguing about who was going to leave the cab and who was going to stay in the cab. Ah.. lovers quarrels.

Oh, great. Now the wife was yelling.

Camila was starting to think about bashing her head against the steering wheel right about now.
It was starting to get hot in the car. Camila felt desperate. Anything. Even an earthquake would be good about now. If she said something it might not work. But if she kept her mouth shut this could go on… for.. for how long.

“AH! YA! Shutup!” Camila yelled. “Eres un stupid!” She turned and yelled at the husband, and slapped him with a towel. “A fool! A complete fool!” There Camila had done it. Now it was time to wait.

She looked at the astonished face of the “husband” a nerd with a poor face. What did the wife ever see in him? Well love was blind. Everything in the car was silent for three seconds.
“You do not speak that way to my husband!” Her nostrils flared. “You understand young lady!”
Camila rolled her eyes. Yeah sure. “Now you listen to me when I am talking to you.” Camila pushed the accelerator then pushed hard on the breaks, the car jerked forward violently.
“Ahhh!”
“Okay,” Camila placed in the parking break. “I drive this CAR.” She commanded, she turned and reclined her hand against the steering wheel. “YOU understand. This is my car. IF I hear anymore yelling out of any of you. I will drive all the way into the THAMES!”