Victoria Melanie Black
it's so fun being able to switch from place to place in a matter of nanoseconds; it's so awesome being able to teleport
oh-so-sweet sixteen...and a half
a tomboyish girl
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise."
My powers? Well, I am so ambitious that I can do most anything I want to, when I put it into great practice. I have a great mind that can really amaze people if they were to learn everything I can do. However, what I most focus on, is my unique teleporting skills. Meaning that, I can phase, disappear and swiftly switch from place to place in only a matter of seconds (or nanoseconds, to be precise since yeah, I'm that quick most of the time). I can go into different rooms; different places; different counries...and even different worlds and dimensions. Heck, I can even teleport to places and times of the past or future! It may freak you out at first, but after knowing me for a while, you oughta get used to it. Don't worry, I don't smoke or do drugs; none at all. It is just that I can travel so fast that at times, I come in slightly smoky (particularly my mouth for some odd reason; oh well).
Though, it depends, because I can disappear in all sorts of forms and ways; I can sink into an inanimate object (like a chair when I'm sitting, a closed door, a wall, etc.) before disappearing, or I could even camouflage myself before teleporting to a different surrounding...or another different way which I dare not mention right now.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free."
Victoria seems like a lovely name to people and all, but please don't call me that. I don't know, it kind of attempts to make me feel like a snob if every single person I knew (and who knew me, I guess) called me Victoria. Sure, I may be a lot of things, but a snob isn't one of them, I can tell you that without being boastful. Boastful is another thing I am not, as well. Just...call me Jet. Or Vicky is fine too, I guess. Or Vic. But seriously, I go more by Jet.
Let's just say that, with a smooth and slick face of indestructable stone, I have a distantly mysterious external demeanor, as well one helluva hard, tough exterior, always ready to bite back with a sarcastic remark if anyone dares to try and mess with me in an argument. It seems to people that I always have an answer for everything, since I have so much to say and I'm rarely at a loss for words. In fact, I like debating and arguing since I am very good getting my point across since I have very good ideas. Sure, just because I said I have a tough exterior, doesn't mean that I'm silent and that I don't have my own ideas. I admit that maybe I'm a bit too outspoken for my own good, but hey, it's good to speak your mind. So yeah, with my opinions and knowledge, I am very open. It is only my two best friends who know though, that once you get to know me, for real, that I have a one-of-a-kind, wonderful unique personality because I'm so friendly and understanding to them. I may not show that I have a lot of positive emotion, and that at first, it's hard to get me to even crack on a good smile, but I'm just unpredictable like that. Don't let my stone-cold, emotionless yet mysterious facade fool you.
You could also say that I'm a tomboy since I like taking hikes in the woods, going swimming (whether in the sea, in a lake, a pool or elsewhere), and doing other stuff without complaining about how I oh-so-tragically broke a nail. Come on now, I'm not that type of girl. I'll be honest, I practically don't have any nails since they are pretty short. Sure, they aren't so short that I can't do anything, but they are short anyhow. I bite them, and I admit, I'm not proud of that. I'm trying to stop, so that's a start.
Anyway, I absolutely love my sunglasses now; I wear them all the time (except when I shower, sleep, etc.), everyday. I remember my uncle Stan giving them to me for my fourteenth birthday. At that time though, I rarely wore seeing as I didn't really see the purpose of wearing sunglasses...but now, I do. I wear them, actually, for more things than it's actual purpose, if you want to know the truth.
Music = my passion. Whether it's me playing the piano or guitar or me listening to music, both are a great passion of mine. Therefore, I love my samsung mp3 player(oh wow, not ipod huh? Horray for non-conformity) to pieces, since it has my favorite songs and music (e.g. The Who, Simple Plan, some soundtracks; real music. I love The Beatles too!) as well as a couple movies and shows too. Still, I love my old CD walkman and big headphones to pieces as well. Reading, writing and drawing are also hobbies that I can't live without doing. I love to draw detailed, shaded cartoon-like characters and settings, with black, ink-pens in particular, while sketching. Writing eccentric, dark stories and poetry is by far, my specialty.
You know when they play extremely annoying, "popular" songs on the radio? Well, I hate that! I don't really like things that everybody else likes, supposedly. I have a fine taste to a lot of things, which may seem weird for others. I can't stand pink and other girly stuff. Sure, I may like to read all sorts of things, but I wouldn't touch a "teen-romance" sort of book; or any sort of romance book for that matter. It's all too irrational for me. All the things I hate seem to be really shallow and stupid, lacking depth and not being worth any thought at all. Must I go on? I know not to.
"Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night."
It is extremely despicable how life is full of cliches at times. Especially when it came to how my parents met. It was annoying how mom used to sigh all the time telling me how her and dad's encounter was "love at first sight". Yeah, sure, I'd like to bet. Especially since in reality, there is no such thing as love at first sight, but just a hot spark of infatuation. Come on, wouldn't you have to be infatuated with your crush, before actually falling in love with them?
I guess I have every right to ask that question, seeing as I can't answer that question myself, seeing as I have never felt that particular experience myself, and to be honest with you, I don't intend to; especially with the situation I am in, and how people have treated me over the years as I grew up to be an overly-eccentric outcast. At first, I started to wonder why; was it because of the way I looked? The way I dressed? Talked? Walked? Any reason at all?
However, gradually over time in middleschool, I started not to care anymore. I had two best friends who didn't care what others thought of them or what others thought about me, and frankly, they were the only friends I needed. Besides, with them, I started to quite like being an outsider, seeing as I have gotten used to it. That's how I have earned my independent, yet somewhat solitary facade.
I was surprisingly a smart kid, picking up many things at a young age. You could say that I was a bit of a prodigy since I started to walk, run; at an impressivley young age, and play my instruments when I was around three or four years old. It seemed that I had a lot going for me. My parents were real proud of me because of that. It's so ironic though, how wrong this turned out to be. Despite my knowledge about various life philosophies and about many other matters, it seems that I have not ever been truly appreciated by the world and society, we all live in.
I originally hail from New York City. Sure, the city has awesome unique things and places like Broadway, the statue of liberty, fresh hot pretzels that taste extremely awesome; the whole works of Jazz. However, NYC also seems to be the home of expenses, some hard life and some crime too. I may be a proud New Yorker in my attitude, but becoming who and how I am today was partially because of my home city of glitzy, sky-high Manhattan. The city that never sleeps? Never heard such an understatement.
School was rough, I'm not going to lie. Most of my high school life so far had consisted mainly of chronic depression, yet two wonderful best friends, a heartwrenching death of my Aunt Tara (we were extremely close, seeing as she lived one floor above me and my family; from the day of her death, that was the time I had started wearing my sunglasses every day, every hour, every minute, every second...just, all the time), rejection, dissarray with lack of clarity...and magic. Supernatural magic, to be exact.
It was at a time of great sadness where I have come across my power of teleporting. It was when I have decided to go the bathroom and when I was thinking about my uncle Stanley in England, I felt a spark, then saw myself flash into his backgarden. Luckily though, there was nobody there at the time, so nobody was there to freak out; only me, by myself. Eventually though, my uncle did find out and astonishingly, he was amazed, and even proud of me and my powers of doing these sort of things.
However, with my parents it was a different story. Both my parents were freaked out, wishing that they hadn't found out the reason as to why I have gone missing in school sometimes, skipping annoying classes such as Biology, Sex Education and other subjects like that. Before my parents and brother Dean even knew about this, I used to get a real kick out of skipping classes either going to the school library or the roof for some relaxation. I would just get some sort of wierd satisfaction from doing all this, before the cat was let out of the hat.
Dean now calls me a 'teleporting-phase freak' now, but I don't care, seeing as I was always a freak to begin with anyway. At least I didn't fail to see that first, growing up.
I can't stand growing up in a place where I just can't be accepted though. I need to get ouf of this place.
One day, I actually did get out of the City of Manhattan for the day. It was so odd, yet so, exciting and fascinating how I have managed to get out, without anybody trying to stop me or pull me back. I have ended up in a forest of some sort. The place looked isolated and stood alone; just like me. It seemed rejected, yet it still stood ground in solitude; just like me. I have only been there once though; I wonder how many other people found this place too. Does anyone live there? Heck are there any other people with strange supernatural powers...just like me?
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