Post by ashley jessica white on Jan 22, 2012 16:23:54 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ASHLEY JESSICA WHITE  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME ASH AND I'M CURRENTLY EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE WEREWOLVES AND I'M A LONER. ------------------------------------------------- I can't believe I'm where I am now. I can't believe I actually killed somebody either. I'm on my own. Alone, confused....and very scared. Things have only been like this for a couple months though. I know about as much as I did a few months ago...I don't know what to do though. I'm just as lost as ever, though that's never much of a change for me. See, here's the thing: I've never been the most popular kid in school, the one everybody wants to be around and get to know. No, nobody ever really paid much attention to little ol' me. But I got by well enough. Well, and then there was Jake. Though a bit strange, he was certainly a valuable friend to me. Should I have ever needed someone to talk to, he would be there in a heartbeat, ready to listen to me for hours on end. Now that I think about it, I may not have made it through the majority of my days without knowing he was there for me. And then we cue to the torture that is high school. Yes, I suffered through all of the days alone, for by that point, Jake had moved away. And I had missed him greatly. I still do. But if he knew about what I have become...back to high school. The kids, well, they continued with their taunts and rude remarks, but as I normally did, I just ignored them. I just didn't let it show how much how they actually hurt me with the words they said to me. But I couldn't show weakness, for that would only encourage them. Though, in reality, after Jake moved away, I really did have nobody. My parents, the didn't care about me. They worked night and day, so I rarely ever saw them. But even the times I did, it just wasn't worth it. To them, I was just something they had brought into this world before realizing I was something they had never actually wanted. Well, that's how it seemed to me at least. But despite the strained relations I had with them, I did still love them. But then came the time for our annual vacation. Normally, I didn't exactly want to go, for my parents would typically drag me along on some sort of business related thing, but this time, I had wanted to go. We were going to meet with Jake and his family. After not seeing him for almost three years straight, and barely talking to him as it was, I just had to meet up with him, to see him one more time. And so finally the day came when we packed up and left to go for our trip, and even though the drive was only four hours, the time seemed to crawl by, making it more like years to me. But when we finally reached our destination, the first thing I did was go to Jake, for he and his family had been waiting outside the hotel for us. I embraced him, and he had returned the hug, but he seemed different. He was more cautious around me, and wasn't as carefree as I remembered him to be. He wasn't the Jake I had known so well before, but he was still Jake, nonetheless. For the next few days, we just hung out with one another, catching up on the past years, though we only meet after the sun had gone down, which I found a bit strange. Either way, I was just glad to share the time with him. I was happy for the peaceful moment. But I should have known then my good fortune couldn't last. It was the night before we were supposed to leave, and when I had returned to our hotel room, things weren't good. My mother and father had been fighting, and I knew because it appeared as if some of the things about the room had been knocked over. So, not wanting to be caught in the crossfires, I had become to sneak back to my room. But my father had been waiting for me. I could tell he was drunk, just from the way he walked and the look he had had on his face. And it frightened me. I tried to reason with him, get him to calm down, but he didn't want to listen. He had grabbed me roughly by my arm, saying something incoherent as I tried to back away. But his grip was so strong. In fright, I grabbed one of the empty beer bottles from the table and swung at his cranium, the glass shattering on contact. But when he hit the ground, I could tell that he wasn't unconscious. One glance, and I knew he was dead. I could hear my mother stirring in the other room, but not wanting to be discovered with such a scene, I had fled. I didn't even take the time to try and find Jake and find solace in his comfort. For once, I didn't want to go to Jake. I wanted to figure out what was happening to me. I didn't know how much time had passed after the incident, but it wasn't long before the night of the full moon came, and that's when it came. The change. It's probably been two months since the first change, and recently, I went through the second one as well. I don't know what my mother has done, nor do I know what Jake's reaction may have been, but if anything I hope to sort out this mess my life has become and find....others like me. Until then though, I'm on my own. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LEXI AND SITS AT 15. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO FREYA MAVOR, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED LEXI AND SITS AT 15. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO FREYA MAVOR, DON'T YOU THINK?
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