Abbey Bominable
Daughter of the Yeti
Friends never tiptoe on the thin ice round others. Friends always tell beasties “Be Yourself. Be Unique. Be a Monster” and accept every freaky-fierce flaw.
Age: 16
Freaky flaw: I am lacking in the tact. At altitude, talking is an oxygen waste, so words are pointed. I am often puncturing the feelings here down below. I am not wishing to fill others with the sadness but some times I do. Also, I am cold, both in the touching and being touched.
Favorite food: The cheese of yak and pancakes.
Favorite activity: Boarding on the snow is maxed out totally to the awesome.
Killer style: Fur. It is practical for the blending in and the showing off. My special ice crystal I also wear for the perpetuating of bodily coldness of my home.
Pet: Shiver is my wooly mammoth. Her feelings being the kind not so easily punctured.
Pet peeve: The ritual of the dating. I do not understand the trapping of the boy with the bait of flirtation… it seems to me not honorable.
Friends:
