If anyone wants to see how far she is willing to go, I've been having a conversation with her which I'll release here. I would also like an apology from her, she has treated none of us the way we deserve.
Airy:
Just a question not meaning to imply anything...but why do you look at my profile a lot???
Snowman:
Because I think you're lying to people on this forum. And that's one thing I don't tolerate. Liars.
Airy:
I'm not lying. I have not said a single lie. But do tell. What creates that untruthful thought in your mind?
Snowman:
Well, I typed out a little essay on what things you've informed us about. Most of it leaves me shocked that someone would fabricate such information, which leads me back to the fact that I don't like liars...at all. I can dig through the evidence and expose such lying. Here's the message I never posted, if you really want to know why I don't trust you for a second.
Wow. So I Got through reading the last 3 or so pages of information and I think I might have become the biggest skeptic of your story. This seems way too over the top for me to conceive. Let's see...
So you lived in France with your parents and brother, until you were age 3. You are able to remember how smart you were, how you would converse with your parents' friends and do homework with your brother..when you were younger than age 3. My earliest memories are at about age 5, and are so vague that they're basically just pictures in my mind. Anyways, your parents and brother were viciously killed my some murderer who wanted your whole family dead, and burned your house down. The local authorities caught the guy responsible, eventually. You managed to recover a picture of your family (which is half-burned from the house, what a delightful touch to the story) from the smoldered ruins. And the tabloids were also informed that the entire family was killed, but the killer still managed to find out you lived, hence this quote: "And not very happy that i made it out alive. They caught him but have not released my where-abouts to (if i have any)family and family friends..."
After this event, the only thing I can fill in the blank with is that the local authorities who kept you safe decided to, instead of give ownership to the next closest relative of your immediate family, put you up in an adoption home in France. And an American family visited that adoption home while you were still age 3, adopted you, and flew you back to live with them in Texas.
Now at age 7 or 8 (you haven't clarified which age it was, but have stated both) your foster parents flew you back to France for one night, but you got too scared so you all flew back home the next day. Hope the last minute intercontinental plane tickets weren't too expensive for a traveling family of 3-6 living a simple life in Dallas.
At age 10 you mention that your classmates beat you up because you wore a shirt with a French flag or something on it. I've also heard mention that you didn't start speaking English until 'last year', which would mean you'd lived in the US for 10 years and hadn't learned to speak English yet. Then the 'government' threatens a 13 year old girl (who was rightfully adopted by an American family?) of deportation if she doesn't learn English. So you learned just enough English to satisfy the feds.
In school one time you were knocked down three flights of stairs by a teacher in a rush. You went smashing through a window at the bottom and were dangling for your life on the windowsill, scared to death. Wow, I thought stunts like that only happen in Hollywood movies...
Another school revelation you provide is the fact that you can't do well on homework unless it's written, because you managed to read English "within a couple month's of arriving here" but couldn't speak it, or do math at all. I guess I wonder how you were allowed to pass the first grade. I don't know about anyone else, but my first grade year was pretty heavily oriented to learning the ABC's, speaking English properly, and very basic mathematical functions (addition, subtraction). No way would a child with a heavy inability to perform those functions be allowed to coast through.
And yet another strange occurrence on top of the previous facts is that you say you have trouble translating from French to English. Even at age 14, you still have trouble translating between the two. So it looks like certain things you write are left in French, correct? Well that's a bit odd, you can't translate "I love you" from French to English, but you can use other acquired English terminology overly efficient for someone with such a disability (even though your greatest grammatical hindrance is only misspelling).
Your foster parents (the dad, anyways) is an abusive fellow it would seem, as he threatens to "beat you within an inch of your life" and supposedly just wants you to get good grades in school and make him money. He also took away your real dad's switch blade and hasn't given it back since. A quick visit from a social worker might be a perfect remedy for such a parental figure, seeing as how he's a foster parent..
Oh, I seem to have missed another fun fact. You developed OCD from your families brutal murder. It turns out you have an 'unhealthy' obsession with the number 3, and this was diagnosed by doctors as a condition onset by the fact that 3 of your family members died. I see no other indication that you suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder over the number 3 other than the emoticons you use...and even those aren't always in 3's. I call bullshit on this one, give me a break...
Oh wow, there's another weird piece to the puzzle. You went to a boarding school in England, so you say. And in this boarding school you and your friends make the school uniforms sexier than they were in free period. This....boarding school fits nowhere in your life story...
One last thing is that you have literally shared your horrendous life story within, what? A couple weeks of joining this forum? You keep heavily flaunting the fact that you're French, and seem to go to any ends, ensuring that we believe it. Stop lying to people on this forum.
And now the latest stuff from you: gunshot scars? Really, so who shot you? Or did this happen when you were 3 years old? You have had your family murdered, your house burned to the ground, a foster family that stole you away from your relatives and your home country, an abusive and crude father, a near death tumble down 3 flights of stairs and out a f***ing window, a traumatic grade school experience thus far complete with beatings from schoolmates and rude teachers, a friend who died that was close to you, and a rough time adjusting to the English language in which the government has threatened to get rid of you. And now you've been shot multiple times apparently...
I swear to god, even Anne Frank hasn't had as rough a life as you...that is why I think you are a liar.
Airy:
Second sentence is where you go wrong. You see. You should have asked for all the details before assuming that i am lying. Because i most certainly am not. Now let me tell you all that i know. You can pay attention or not. I do not control. But i would greatly appreciate it if you listened and try to understand my meanings of why i do what i do.
Every summer i spend at least three weeks with my"grandmother". When i was five she decided that i should know who i was because i had told her that i feel i don't belong and fit in in our family. So she told me the story of my past. Of what she knows. Most of her information comes from my "parents" and stuff from my parents lab.
I was born May 29th, 1995 just outside of Paris, France. I had one older brother whose name was Johnathon. My parents were delighted to have me and loved me very much so. I was a telented child and conversed with the adults rather then the children. One of my fathers close friends, and work mate, was in love with my mother. But never told her or him. When my father found out of the messages he had been sending my mother he fired him on the spot and stopped all contact with him. He was furious. And decided he would make my father pay. He origionly had planned to just kill my mother. But seeing upon how much he loved my brother and i he decided he would take us all from him. And so. Just three days before my parents aniversary he set our house on fire. We awoke to the smoke filling our lungs and suffocating us. My mother grabbed me while my father ran to my brother. Just as my father was coming back with my brother the stairs collasped. That was our only way out safly. But my father was not going to give up so easily, for he was a determinded man, and set upon finding a new way out. He was walking towards the window on the otherside of the house when a wall collasped on him. He was instantly on fire. My mother handed me to my brother and ran to help my father. Still to this day i can not understand why. My brother ran with me to our parents bedroom and hide there for sometime. With neither of our parents coming back he thought that, as always, he had to be the hero and save us all. Throwing open a window and yelling for help to the crowd and arriving fire men, he ran to his death. Just as i was about to be rescued i saw my family running down the hallway engulfed in flames. I was taken screaming and crying from my burning home. The only surviver. And as the ambulance drove off i heard the thunderous clap as my house collapsed to the ground. My burns were so bad that the French did not have to equimpment to work on me proberly. So in protecting me and saving me from certain death they sent me home with the American doctor that was leaving the next morning.
I arrived in America the next day confused and still badly injured. From there i was treated and what to do with me was debated. My current "mother" works in L&D at Doctors Hospital in Dallas. And she was working when she first met me. She loved children and having just had a miscarriage she was walking through the children's part of the hospital saddned. Coming upon me sitting by a window staring out at the lake she tried to talk to me. When my doctor told me i did not know English she was amazed and fell in love with me. She later adopted me and took me home with her. My life was perfect from there on until i found out of my past. When i went home the weekend after discovering who i really was i started to dig around. Finally when i was seven i found something that proved it. In a little box hidden away in a long forgotten closet were adoption papers with the name scratch out. But i could still read Sarah as the first name. Also in the little box was a switch blade knife with the enitials M. something engraved on it, and a burnt picture. All at my "grandmothers" house. My "father" did not want me. And so he decided that if i was to live in his house i would never know my past. So he sent everything that could tell me i was not part of the family to her house. I asked her why the picture was burnt, and the name on the adoption papers, and last enitial on the switch blade were scratched out. She told me because he did not want me to know who i was. He had burnt the picture and tossed it, but my "grandmother" found it and kept it. As for the adoption papers it was the same.
I decided it was time for him to know that i was aware that i was not his daughter by blood. And when i showed him what i had found he was furious and started to beat me merclessly. A year later we got a letter stating that i was to take the ticket sent and come to France to take care of will and such. I went alone. And on the first night of being back i dreamt that i was there agian and was deathly terrified. The next day i requested that i be sent home immediatly and that i would come back when i was ready. They let me go only because the fear that still hung in my eyes.
Upon my return the beatings started and i am still beaten, both physically and mentally, to this day. You might still not believe me. And i do not mind that. Most people do not. I do not control you and do not wish to. I just wish that you will try to understand that i let those little hints slip because i am free online. No one can judge me instantly upon hearing my voice. I am an outside at my school. But i do not let the abuse or being made fun of ruin my life. I take the abuse and use it to make myself stronger. I am not afraid or pain. I do not fear death. Yes i learned Enlish last year. I knew very little before but i did not talk so it did not matter. The fact of why the goverment suddenly said i had to learn English or else must stay hiddne for reasons i can not tell you. They are too personal. As for the OCD i stutter in three's and everything, i mean everything, must be in the quantaty of three. I do not believe what the doctors say the cause is. I believe it is just because OCD is random disorder that has no pattern or predictablilty. The boarding school was a lie. It was a school for orphans. My "father" sent me there telling my mother it was a boarding school. But we did play with the uniforms. Gun shot wounds. Easily. I live outside of Dallas! There are gangs. My school has a program called LEP or Law Enforcement Program. We went to a Dallas school to see how the SRO's handled the kids there. It resulted in a fight. And guns were pulled. Many others besides me were shot. I was not the only one that suffered.
Please attempt to understand my meanins of this. I do not try to make people hate me. It just happens because i am different and missunderstood. If you still choose not to believe me then so be it. I am sorry that you think i am a lier. I am not. I have not heard the word, divorced before i came here. My friends just say that their parents are not together. My life is hard yes. But i do not had a rougher life then Anne Frank. Mine is merely more dramatic then anything. I do not want enemies merely friends. I am begging you to please try to understand that i do not have many friends. And the internet is my escape from this place. Please. I beg of you. Even if you still do not believe me. Forgive me for making it seem as i am lying. I did not mean it. And i am terribly sorry for that. I am sorry that i have put you through all this trouble. And i will leave the site if you wish. I am sorry Snowman for all i have done
Snowman:
See, once again I read your life story and am wondering if you think I'm a total idiot? I mean really, you are taking this way too far. And understand one thing before I dive into the primordial pool of lies again: Just because some of these things you tell us (your birthday, for example) are true, it doesn't make the whole story true. I write fiction for a living, I know what it looks like.
Okay, so you spend a little time in the summer with your grandma, I guess since you put her name in quotations it means that she is only your grandma via adoption. So she must live in the states then, it would make an every-summer visit a little more convenient.
Now you begin explaining the whole past again. You were a very smart baby that would rather have a conversation with adults than children, unless it's your brother. The next bit of information is out of some Stephen King novel. "He was walking towards the window on the otherside of the house when a wall collasped on him. He was instantly on fire." And it continues on as if an omnipresent author is writing it. You were 3 years old. It doesn't matter how many times you tell me, a 3 year old remembering every single detail of the house burning down does not work in your story. "And as the ambulance drove off i heard the thunderous clap as my house collapsed to the ground." What? What?? You were 3, you just watched your family burn to death, and you were in an ambulance driving away from the scene. If anything, you were in shock, you do not remember hearing a thunderous clap.
On to the next paragraph. You say you were shipped to Doctors Hospital in Dallas in order to treat wounds so badly. Doctors Hospital in Dallas...yeah I looked up the hospital you say you were airlifted halfway around the world to. Why wouldn't you end up in Maryland or some place actually reputable, like John Hopkins Hospital? They flew you from France to Texas for serious burns/injuries. Hell you must be pretty deformed if the wounds were that severe, but lets not get into that.
Then from age 5 to 7, you went on some Sherlock Holmes detective treasure hunt for information concerning your past, which starts with you going "home the weekend after discovering who i really was i started to dig around." Then you find a box at age 7, with some nick-knacks of your past inside. The father lit an edge of the picture on fire and walked away, so the grandma could come by quickly after and salvage the picture before it burnt entirely to a crisp. Convenient..
So your father savagely beats you when he finds out you know the truth, yet no one has the balls to call social services about this? Not even the cops? You were beaten "mercilessly"...ugh, anyways. Then you get some mysterious letter with a ticket to France inside, and a note telling you to come to right away to hash out your parents' will. Oh, so you must be pretty rich then. I mean they did run a lab and were pretty renowned in France. But you got scared so 'they' bought you a first class ticket out of there the next day.
"I let those little hints slip because I'm free online"? No you see, you are lying, there's no hints slipping here. In a purely legal sense, you should not have been adopted once you entered the states. You weren't even here on a Visa, you were a resident of France by birth (according to your story, anyways). That is illegal, I'm not buying it. The next closest relative, or a family named on your parents will, automatically has rights over you. You don't get adopted on a whim in the mediocre hospital you were shipped to for severe burn wounds.
And lets touch back on this new development in your gunshot story. "We went to a Dallas school to see how the SRO's handled the kids there. It resulted in a fight. And guns were pulled. Many others besides me were shot. I was not the only one that suffered."
You went to a school and a gunfight occurs, resulting in multiple victims. You know how fast that shit makes the paper? Virginia Tech, Columbine High School, all those got heavy coverage in the news. Tell you what, let me know what month and year this happened in, I'm going to look it up.
"The fact of why the goverment suddenly said i had to learn English or else must stay hiddne for reasons i can not tell you. They are too personal." Are you kidding me?! You just told me your LIFE STORY. What on Earth is more personal?! I'll tell you why it's too personal, it's because there's no way to explain why the American Government would threaten an adopted 13 year old girl like that.
I will be the one that judges you instantly, I know liars when I see them. If you still really want to convince me, and everyone else on this forum that doesn't believe you, get your camera out, take a picture of the half burnt family photo, the switchblade, the gunshot scars, the scratched out adoption papers, or the burn scars and show us.
Nothing about your story adds up, even if you think it does. There are smart people on this forum that see right through it all. Oh and the best part is, I fucking walk all over your life story. I tell you it's garbage, I tell you you're full of shit. And the next thing you do is sell me some long 'part 2' of your life story in a vain attempt to get me to believe you. At least tell me to shut the fuck up or something, this is supposed to be your life, right?
Anyways, sorry to break it to you, but I don't believe you at all. Unless you want to keep brushing up on your fiction writing, you might as well not send me any more explanations.
A-kk:
Some of her story is true. Some of it isn't
Snowman:
Are you one of her friends?
A-kk:
In a way yes. In another way no. Its a complicated situation you could say
Snowman:
I tell you what, I'm going to ask you a question. Your answer to this question will determine how I feel about you. If you lie to me...and I do not appreciate lies, you will have burned up what little trust and courtesy I had for you. Are you Airy?
Don't forget, if you lie to me on this one, you will have pissed me off more than imaginable. I'd look deep inside myself if I were you, and think: "might this 'Snowman' fellow have some way of manipulating the internet and figuring that out? Could he know the real answer to this already?" Do NOT lie to me.
A-kk:
If youre thinkin bouts checkin our IPS thingys then the anwser is yes. Shes my cousin so we live in the same house. I promise on my horses life that im not Airy!
Im Alexis! I only joined so that i can explain things to you. Like i said. Shes messed up in the head if you havent already figured that out. Which knowin her ya have havent ya?
Snowman:
So you joined to explain things to me eh? Okay I guess I can indulge a little bit in why I was so mistreated and lied to. What can you tell me?
A-kk:
Most of what shes told ya isnt true. But its because shes messed up in the head if you havent already figured that out. Three years ago her parents were out ridin their motorcycle thingy and were hit by a drunk driver. They died. So she is actually an orphan. Just not French. Her fam was really close n when her rents died she couldnt handle it. Threw herself into trama. Or somethin like that idk exactly didnt really pay attention too busy thinkin bouts my ridin comp. Anyways she came up with this lil world of her own. Ya know like a fantasy world. Thats were most of the lies come from. But she doesnt know shes lyin ya see? She thinks its all real. So everyone just plays along with it. Otherwise the doctors say shell try to kill herself again. Im sorry for all that shes done. But if you could. Please just play along. Id really appreciate it if ya did. Ill answer any questions that you got. But she should be home in bouts an hour so please if she messages ya just play along. Im beggin ya! Shes killin me with all tha"Snowman doesnt think im telling the truth. But i am arent i Alexis? I am right? You tell him!" Ugh she can get so annoyin! But anyways. Any questions?
Snowman:
Do you use a laptop?
A-kk:
Yeah unfortunately i gotta share mine with her. Why? fffangry
Snowman:
Well you said "any questions?" so I figured I'd throw one out there. What are your interests? Do you enjoy doing anything in your spare time?
A-kk:
Ridin my horse!
N writin my poems and books. Shes posted some on here. And the prolouge to one of my books. Makes me mad/sad that shed claim them as her own Sad! I worked hard on those n she just goes on sayin that their hers! That hurts! But ill get her back for it later. Oh! And drawin! I love ta draw!
What about ya? Just courious
Snowman:
Writing, animating, drawing, snowboarding, stuff like that. Anyways, are you going to make me type a long, arduous message about why I think you and Airy are the same person, or what? Are you going to come out and admit it? I'll give you this one last chance. You get to say "yeah, I guess you caught on pretty good Tom. I really thought I could convince you. Can you teach me to lie correctly?" And I'll tip my hat to you, tell you that investigative work is also one of my interests, and that I take it very seriously. So seriously that tricking me with such an elaborate story would be one hell of an impressive feat, but that you were unsuccessful in such a venture. Maybe I'll give you some pointers.
Or you can send me a message back, continuing to blatantly lie to an honest person like myself (and others in this forum eventually), something to which I will not appreciate at all.
A-kk:
Can i ask a question first?
Snowman:
Absolutely.
A-kk:
Not sayin anythin to your question. But what makes ya so sure were tha same person?
Snowman:
There is plenty of evidence in favor of the conclusion I've drawn. Now (and I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about) I would really dislike to have your Aunt or some shit come on next and tell me her daughter and niece are both mentally unstable, and have 'her' feed me another story to digest. This would be inconvenient, to say the least. All you have to do is admit it: admit you lied the first time, and admit you created another user name to continue lying to me and others.
Then I'll tell you how I know for a fact you are the same. Also, it might be in your favor to show me that you are capable of being honest to someone you've lied to for the past couple weeks. Just something to think about.
A-kk:
It has only been a week to be exact. And you're truely amazing! The first one to figure it out in the three years i have been doing this! Congradulations Snowman! You figured me out. Good job! But please. I really do like this site. Please do not make me leave. And i will gladly explain my reasons to you. Which i swear to god you can bet are not lies. And i would love to know how you did it! The first one...amazing...truely amazing
And then she made up the next story about being diagnosed to die at age 18. Sorry this was so long, I just feel everyone needs to see this.
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