Bigfoot Lives

It is common knowledge to those that know her best that Monique Munro is an odd commodity of the people found in her inner circle. Her values and disposition have never been altered to suit a situation, but rather, she has had the same base group friends since 1997.
Born in the streets of suburbia, in Portland, Oregon, much of this young woman’s quirky behavior is the result of having suffered the transition from public education to a private high school. In which many skills and traits of her character were developed.
Standing at five feet five inches, she is nothing short of a clumsy giant fumbling through life’s everyday tasks. Do to the bulk of her, freakishly large, size eleven feet there has never been a single painted line of her paved neighborhood roads that has not caused her to stumble and fall to the ground.
Her curly, dark brown hair hangs just over the edge of her shoulders. However, these glossy ringlets are consistently abused, flat ironed, and strangled into a messy bun; despite the protests of horrified witnesses.
To the surprise of many of her Payless customers, Monique is unfamiliar with Spanish. And on a daily basis must fight with local strangers to prove she is not Hispanic. Unfortunately, the only defense she has is, “this is what I was told by my parents”, and most don’t buy it.
She is often described as a loyal and ambitious individual driven by chaos, whose abilities feed off pressure and procrastination. Her compassionate nature is shown not only towards others but expressed toward all creatures.
She is always hiking, enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of nature. In her youth, she took it upon herself to band together local neighborhood kids dubbed the, “Bug Savers”. Saving poor innocent potato bugs from death by mud puddle in order to subject them to, death by hot water. However, not one insect was ever been harmed outside the comforts of her own home. She respects their environment as she expects them to respect hers, as insect free. Any violators are quickly put to death.
Never a tedious moment experienced in her presence; her infectious laughter, resembling that of a trembling hyena, is more than enough to send the room into an uproar. Her animated personality and enthusiastic need to share, the summarized truths of day to day situations continue to strengthen her exaggeration skills.
Her ritualistic routine is set into motion on a daily biases, but rarely followed. Her inconsistency is constant and can always be counted on. Never achieving what she planed, she has found that planning nothing is the best way to meet deadlines. Claiming, she adopted the “Just Do It”, attitude.
When misfortune beckons, she greets the cloaked figure with a sense of adventure. The evidence: with having murdered thirteen cell phones in the short period of four years; as well as the incident of sleep deprivation taking effect on the last bus of the day in an unknown town, only to wind up on the other side of the city, with no other option but to call a cab. She also has the unfortunate habit of needless gibber. Never experiencing a dull day, each escapade is an additional chapter in the chronicles of Monique.