Peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of creative alternatives for responding to conflict -- alternatives to passive or aggressive responses, alternatives to violence.-Dorothy Thompson
Trish Parker, [whose middle name I have not yet learned] Was born in a hospital. To her mother. Whose name I also do not know. Basically, I won't lie. I know nothing about the early years of Trisha's life. She went to Buhl...was more artistically inclined than the student population there. In fourth grade, her mother let her stay home every day and bake. Which probably explains her still relevant cooking skills. [SHE MADE HOMEADE CANDY LIKE A WEEK AGO AND IT WAS BOMMB!] Trish grew up with her best friend Nikita. They were almost exactly the same...short, pale, dark hair, and a less than healthy obsession with the band "AFI." They helped eachother grow, despite the depressing halls and Classes of FIler school district. Trish excelled in art, and lived with her father and his wife Linda. [linda collects hot sauce...it's kinda weird.] Trish doesn't really like her dad..or Linda. She denies liking her mom as well. Mostly because her mother has struggled with addictions to unhealthy things. She refused to talk to her for a long time, but now visits her mom from time to time. They work on art projects together. [no surprise] The summer of 2007 was a huge growing experience for Ms. Parker. SHe met many amazing new people. Like: Liz, Mike, josh, Brian, Adam. And also re-met people who she now considers family. Like, Liz, Vanessa, Khris, Sean, Lane, Aaron, Nikita and others I can't remember. Basically, Trish is the raddest kid ever. She feels for other people and makes sure to keep the peace and love going around. And she smokes like a Chimney. No joke. Woo! Written By LizLayout made by BoomerSuz