Describe The Relationship Between Alexandra And Zandy

I was rarely called Olivia as a child, it was often “Natalie and Olivia” or “the twins.” It has been tough striving to be an individual when you have involuntarily been given a second name to be called by. My entire life has consisted of my identity being mistaken, mixed up, and misguided. As I reached my teenage years, I wanted more and more to be known as myself and not just a package deal. I joined clubs. I participated in sports. I made new friends. I tried anything I could to stand out as myself. From bickering over wearing “too similar” outfits to dying my hair a shockingly bright pink(with some regrets), I made desperate attempts throughout my years of middle and high school to be different from my sister. And in the end, hardly any of it ever prevented getting a painful “Hey Natalie” in the hallway.

Growing up, I did not like my name because I strongly believed it was too short and awkward sounding. I did not see how the name Nadia could be pleasing to the ear or likable at all. The worse part, I thought, was not having a nickname to hide my

Kaitlin Rose Mockaitis is who people would like to think I am but they were wrong. Kaitlin never felt really like me. When people said my name I cringed and thought there has to be a nickname for me. Finally, one day one of my coaches in fifth grade called me Kate out of nowhere and it stuck. Kate suits me it defines who I am. Names identify who we are and if we are not really our names who are we?

Luckily, I have name that grants me room for change. Abigail B. Sokol would sound sophisticated and professional if I become a doctor, as my mother envisioned. “Abs” is what I am called on the basketball court for a quick, one syllable signal. Actually, the name I respond to best is Abby; it has a voice of its own that I have always thought of as bubbly and cute. At this point in my life, the word Abby best fits who I am.

Victoria Alice Layman flows nicely doesn’t it? Well, my parents thought that it did too. I would love to be able to inform you that I was named after my grandmother or an aunt or uncle, but that’s not completely accurate. Letha Alice was by mother’s beloved grandmother’s name. My mother would have loved to of named me Letha but that was a common 19th century name that would not be fitting for a child in this day and age. So now they needed a first name for their little girl. There was only one name in mind Victoria. They told me they chose Victoria because it went nicely with the name Alice. My great grandmother loved the name and thought it sound regal. Furthermore everyone has a nick name right?

I don’t mind being called any name, except Natalia. There used to be someone I knew and strongly disliked named Natalia. I won’t go into much details, but she wasn’t the nicest person to anyone. Then after I didn’t talk about her in years, people would “accidentally” call me Natalia here and there. At first I would tell them that I don’t like that name, but could easily be angered if they were to continue to use it. So just a tip, don’t call me

There was once a couple two of the most powerful gods to ever walk the face of the earth...until Zander the god of war and agility cheats and totally spits on his and his girlfriend or soon to be wife Anesha the goddess of wisdom,power and battle strategy. They were what you called being in love...until the skeezy little cheater Zander did something that Anesha would never expect him to do..he did the unthinkable he completely shattered and ripped out Anesha’s heart like a baby ripping a doll’s head off their body...he cheated on her with another goddess that he didn't even know well. Him not understanding the wrong that he did,he didn't know that all hell would break loose and she would make him pay for everything he put her through. Later on as he realized what he did wrong and tried and wanted to apologize and he did,but anesha with so much pride turned him down.

I have a full Japanese first name, and I go by a shortened, Americanized version. My first name means nothing in Japanese, and it’s old fashioned, like Barbara or Margaret or Greta. Fashionable for a decade or so, and now painfully outdated. My middle name is Hawai’ian and is a suffix attached to the names of female royalty, and it means “heaven” or “sky.”

On March 26th, 2004, I was named Ana Reed Margolis. When my parents named me there was no exact meaning to my name, they just liked it. I was named in homage to my great-grandmothers Anne and Annessa, but they changed the name so I would be my own person. It also translates well into most language. This was a factor as if I wanted to travel, my name wouldn’t be an issue.

My name is Charlotte Emily Alexander, but I prefer to be called and identify as Emily. The meaning of my name really embodies who I am, Industrious, and since I’ve been called that all my life by my parents and siblings, it has grown on me like a flower. I’m the daughter of Beatrix Alexander and Ellis Alexander along with my three brothers and three sisters including myself. Such a huge family indeed ,but just imagine living in a one room apartment with one bed for all of us to sleep on, it’s not much but I am everyday grateful. Every blessed day I wish I can go back to my old school like my eldest siblings, but I am at the

My full name is Alyssa May Stanley. When my older sister was about a year old, my mom was rocking her to sleep when she saw a picture frame on the table beside. The brand name was written in the empty frame, “Alyssa”, in curly cursive letters. Ever Since then, she knew that her next daughter would be named Alyssa because of how beautiful it looked written like that and beautiful it sounded spelled like that. And that next daughter was me! The literal meaning of Alyssa is madness, derived from the the flower alyssum that is supposed to heal madness. Many sources said that anyone named Alyssa is logical, though the thought is just an assumption, there is no evidence backing that up.

I was named after my mom’s favorite T.V. show, “Days of Our Lives”. She loved the way Stefano, the girl’s father, said Alexandra. My mom also liked the nickname Lexy instead of Alexis or Alex.

I personally like my name and wouldn’t really want to change it. There was a time when I considered going by Mitchell, but I never went through with it. Luke was the 50th most common name in the year I was born, so it’s not exactly unique, but at least no one will ever have trouble spelling or pronouncing it. I am called Lou by a select few of my friends, but that’s not by my choice.

I do, in fact like my name because I believe it has a superb ring with my last name and it is always on keychains and other objects like that. But one thing I don't appreciate about my name is how common it is. I just recently learned that it is the commonest boy name in Texas and one of the most popular in the United States.

My thirteen-year-old mind could not handle waiting idly in an uncomfortable, wooden chair. By that time, my powdered makeup had turned into beads of liquid. “Can we please leave,” I yelled “we’re going to be late!” In response to no response, I stood up from my chair and marched into my cousin’s room. I was startled as I walked in on one of the most frantic scenes I had ever witnessed. There were clothes sprawled on the floor, makeup powder on the dresser and jewelry on the bed. My cousins and aunts were running around the room; some were getting ready, some were arguing and some were talking on the phone. The mixture of heat and expensive perfume was asphyxiating. “We’re going to miss the trip tia !” I failed to understand why I was the only person who was ready. We had all been aware of our reservations for the party boat in Old San Juan for almost a week.