How do you know Amanda?
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Response number 21
Posted: 04 February 2010 08:26 PM
I met her in art a few months ago and became best friends. We often went ice skating together because she said(lied :P) It reminded her of Buffio when her mom was still alive where she use to live. When we where skating she brought up the most randomist things like how my totom animal is a raven for knowleige and hers is a cayote because shes a trixster and on the stands she drew a raven on my arm one day. After she left I checked her house but it (obviously) wasent her house and thats about how I came to know the life/lies of Amanda Valentino
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Response number 22
Posted: 15 February 2010 01:50 AM
It’s REALLY awesome that so many people out there know about Amanda! She went by Cristy when i knew her, but I’m POSITIVE this is her.
I met her back in fifth grade, and I’m in ninth grade now. she… REALLY took me from being blend-into-the-backround-chick to FULLTIMEAWESOMESPAZZWOOT! *coughcough*
anywho….
she made me into a whole new person… and i miss her so ,so much…
But…un-like other people who have known her, I’ve been to her house, and it was rather nice. But I’ve only been there once and her parents weren’t home… knowing what i know now, she probably broke into another person’s house just to prove that she had one…
she also made me the artist i am today! (I’d put the link up to my website BUT its against the rules *fuax evil-glare*so… basically… she helped me, she helped you… to be totally honest… i dont think she wants to be found out. she’s probably putting you through all this, just to become closer and better people. But she’s probably far on her way helping someone else by now…
soooooo… have fun, live loud, eat pie, etcetc.
<3 Anna!
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Response number 23
Posted: 15 February 2010 03:38 AM
i know because i know her from my school which is called…........oh and i also know her because she’s in my science class she was my lab partner till….....anyway’s if u people have a problem with me knowing amanda the guess what DEAL WITH IT
thx xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoTTYL for the people who love me and
TTYN for the people who hate me which by the way are losers (i know i rock noo need to clap
just because i’m ccloser to amanda then u ddosen’t mean u have to brag about it get over it
lov ya peace out im #1111111111 -
Response number 24
Posted: 15 February 2010 03:41 AM
omg i lov ur quote gtg peace
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Response number 25
Posted: 15 February 2010 06:40 AM
I Knew Amanda For about 6 months.
we Met in art. and she told me how my totem is deer.
at first i thought she was weird but after awhile we became really good friends.
she taught me how to draw really good.everyweek she`ll miss a few days of school.
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Response number 26
Posted: 21 February 2010 09:57 PM
I didn’t really know Amanda that well.I shared Trig and English with her. I was always doing really poorly in Trig so I never really paid any attention to her there. In English, we ended up working on a project together on writing Rubaiyats. It was only during class for a few days so I never saw her outside of school.
She disappeared the day it was due.
Something really weird happened, though, when she was writing her name. She actually started to write another name, but then she erased it and wrote Amanda. I think the name she started writing began with an “L”.
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Response number 27
Posted: 22 February 2010 11:47 PM
How do I know her? We USED to be friends, until she stabbed me in the back! She became the nobody and I became the center of attention. She told the secret that I thought would ruin my life, but I was wrong. It changed my life for the better, but that doesn’t mean I still like her. She told the secret when I told her not to, but she did.
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Response number 28
Posted: 24 February 2010 03:45 AM
I didn’t know Amanda as well as many of you do—claim to?—but in retrospect, better too. I saw her around at school sometimes; she was in my grade. We never really hung out, though she was definitely an acqauintance. You know the kind—one of those kids you say hello to in the halls and talk in class, but not the lunchtime kind, not the hang-out-after-school-constantly kind.
I worked at a pet shop in San Francisco called The Menagerie. The owner was my uncle’s friend’s sister, so they figured it was okay. I worked there part-time anyway, so it wasn’t like we were breaking labor laws… were we? Well, that’s beside my point. Anyway, she stood out, even in someplace as supposedly diverse as SF. Her outrageous outfits I noticed right off the bat, as her ... utter, unflappable unique-ness. If that makes sense, and the trademark logic that seemed so random and made perfect sense to me at the same time.
The Menagerie is now called the Emporium for it’s correctness—a menagerie is a collection of animals for study or display, and as one of the few family-run pet shops that actually cares for it’s animals, we didn’t think menagerie was the best name for it. But—back to the point. Amanda Valentino used the same alias as in Orion, it seems, though she went by the nickname Ava. I wasn’t ever that close to her, like I said, but she was a pretty cool friend—and besides making life more interesting than it is usually for a couple of months, she also helped me out during the Mile Run we do every week. Our Phys. Ed. class has an odd number of people; maybe even less if someone’s injured, so I was often the odd one out until we started taking turns marking each other’s mile times.
She came around the Menagerie—the Emporium—every so often to look at the maze of creatures I know & <3 , and we chatted while I showed her around. Sometimes the conversation led to totems, which I found—as an animal nut – fascinating. According to what she said, she and her aunt were living in an apartment near Haight-Ashbury until her parents got back from their cross-country biking tour for the cure.
Well, that’s my story & what I know off the top of my head – hope this helps. She disappeared one day, and though there was the odd clue or note, or the creepy coincidence every once in a while after that, we’d pretty much all agreed that she moved away. But hey – by the looks of that, it’s way more. Not just a mystery of ‘what happened,’ but of ‘who is Amanda Valentino’?
signed, BEK
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Response number 29
Posted: 28 February 2010 08:54 PM
How do I know Amanda…
Well Amanda came to my school in 9th grade. She was in all but one of my classes. My English teacher paird us up for a project on Romeo and Juliet. We became really good friends after that.
Amanda would come over to my house all the time and hang. Said that her famliy was a drag and mine was more exciting. We spent every moment we had together. We even got jobs together.
There’s a small local resturant right down the road from my house and Amanda and I each got a job there. So besides having almost every class together we even had the same work schedual.
Amanda was really big into art and music and so was I…we were a perfect match. We would disscuss music and art almost constantly. Whenever we had the money we would drive into the city and go to different concerts or art muesums.
It was Amanda who first told me about the tottems. She said that I was a horse. I didn’t and still don’t know excatly what that means, but it’s another memory of Amanda that I’ll cherish.
Then one day she just upped and disapeared. When I got to school that day I went strait to my locker where I stopped dead…painted in the top right corner of my locker was a horse just like the one Amanda convinced my parents to let me get as a tatoo on my arm. I couldn’t figure out what it meant.
Now I’m in 11th grade…every once in a while someone will bring up Amanda and we all wonder why she just disapeared, but we can never figure out what happened.
Hope this helps figure out who Amanda is and what happened to her.
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Response number 30
Posted: 28 February 2010 09:54 PM
I’ve known Amanda for just about forever, actually. We grew up together. Our parents were close friends, and back when we were small, we always used to go to each others houses. One day, back when we were kids, I was at home in the dining room doing my homework. My mom was in the kitchen cooking, my dad was in the living room watching TV, my brothers were all in their own rooms doing God-knows-what. It was almost dinner time, and therefore we didn’t expect the door bell. When it rang, though, I was the closest to the front door, so I jumped up to go see who it was. “Check who it is before you open the door!” my mother called to me. “I know!” I called back. Through the peep hole, I saw Amanda. It was raining outside, so she was dripping wet. “Oh my god!” I gasped and quickly opened the door. “Come in!” But Amanda remained where she was. There was a strange look on her face, one that I hadn’t even see her have in my whole life before. “No.” she said. “I can’t. I’m only here to tell you something. Since you’re my best friend.” Then she started rocking back and forth, but before I could say anything, she continued quickly. “Listen. My parents are gone. They just disappeared. I’m on my own now. My aunt is supposed to take care of me, I already know that, but I don’t want to live with her. So I’m leaving. Or running away, whatever you want to call it. I have to find my parents. I think I know what happened to them. And they’re in danger. I am, too. But I have to try to help my parents. They’re my everything. Please - ” Before she could continue, though, my mom called: “Honey, who is it?” “Just the newspaper person, mom! I’ll be right there!” I called back, my breath catching as I realized I was lying to my mom. I turned back to Amanda, and she continued after a deep breath: “I’m not normal. You probably know that, even if you think you don’t. But I’m different. I really am. I’m not even from this time…” she faded off as my mom appeared. “Why, Amanda!” my mom gasped, throwing me a look. She was probably wondering why I had lied that it was the newspaper person. “Come in!” “No, I can’t.” Amanda replied quickly, a pained expression on her face. Then she glanced at me. “Now you know. I’m here for a reason. I have to change something. But now I think I might have to leave..” she trailed off and closed her eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom looking confused. Then, just as quickly, Amanda opened her eyes and spoke one more time: “I have to go. I’m sorry. I love you, you know that, right? You’re my best friend. I’m so, so sorry.” And then, turning around, she ran off into the rain. I didn’t even bother stopping her, I was so much in shock. I was processing what Amanda had just told me, and it was taking me a while.
The point is, though, I know Amanda more then anyone can ever know her. I was her best friend. No, wait, I AM her best friend. It doesn’t matter that I have no idea where she is. So if you need help finding her, I’m always here. I know how Amanda thinks and I can help. If you have any more questions, or if you want me to share more memories I have of me and Amanda, or just Amanda, please contact me by going on my profile and commenting. I’d really love to share. Especially if it can help. Thanks.
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