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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:03 am
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:04 am
Samuel Marshall Spencer T h e B a s i c s» more of me:;;None» my parents called me; Samuel Marshall Spencer » i called me; Sam » but i'm known to be; Main Character» still young and loving it; Eightteen » errr..i think i am; BoyD e e p e r & D e e p e r» baby, i'm in love; Cars ; Long Legs ; Working Out ; Water ; Music ; Working with my hands» that's just gross; Bad Hygiene ;;Smart mouths ; Fakes ; The color Red ;Tears ; Loud Arguments» please take it away; Peter ; Loosing my family ; Love ; Commitment ; Sweet Stuff ; Needles» it's an important secret; Katherein» they are my life; Alexzander P l e a s e D o n 't T e l l» a little tragedy known as life;
Hey.....
So you wanna know all about my life huh, okay it was peaches and creme, I had the best mom ever and my parents fell in lover at some sleezy bar and then they conceived me....
Yeah seriously who believes that kind of crap but reality is this I had a shitty life I'm not gonna sugar coat it, no sir you see my brother and I we lived with our dead beat dad for the longest time, lets try almost twelve years and it was the pits, this jerk of a man made us walk eleven miles to and from school it didn't mater if it was raining or not our happy little butts had to get there because he would call, oh yes he would call just to make sure we weren't ditching. It got to the point where I would pick up the change we found on the ground and save it just in case it rained or the weather was bad then at least Alex could get to school dry me.....yeah well I didn;t care about me I would tough it out either way, my objective was to protect Alex from him by any means possible I guess you can say I was more of a father figure to him than Peter was simply because my basic needs for survival did not co exist when it came to Alex, if I had something extra Alex would get it whether ort not I was finished or not he came first.
It's kind of hard to picture myself as a father figure of sorts because my people skills suck I wouldn;t even begin to know where to start if I had a kidnall the sudden which is why this boy her is a one nighter kinda guy no commitments for me, nope.....
Women they are a funny sort of being if you ask me, I think their sexual gratification qualifications fall far more then us boys....Geez but that's me I sleep around but with protection of course, I can be the greatest smooth talker you ever laid eyes on, I may tell you 'I love you' or the way your body moves but don't be folled becasue next week you'll be just another part of my history book for flings, I suppose you can say I am in a way abusive to women but hey if they want it and there is no objections then what the hell is wrong with that....absolutely nothing.
I am not gonna say that my life was easy because that would be lying, you know the storys on the television where you get all weapy eyed....an your telling yourself 'No way that;s just television problems' well guess again buddy that s**t is real, my stuff is real. I have been to the hospital more times than I can count and each time I tell the doctor some fake story to stop the slow rising eyebrow but well all know they are telling themselve 'Damn he is a good liar' Oh did I forget I have somewhat of a 'Potty' mouth yeah I don't care who I upset I do it anyways.
When I was reunited with my mother things were awkward at first, sometimes they still are but hey without her I gues Alex and I would be homeless or in some mean foster home, I watch how she reacts to Alex always being extra careful around him, she isn't scared she is just trying her best to let him adjust, that's when I had my idea I never knew that there were so many others in the world like me so while Alex was around the rest of the foster kids and I formed a 'Clan' our lives are filled with anguish and torture so to contrast it all we wear black, all black down to the very socks you wear, if you get initiated into the group you are sworn into secrecy, which means anything that is said or done while in the group stays within the group, if your caught wearing colors you are warned.
Along with the black get up you loose your public voice we talk through text or writting but only to eachother if your caught speaking outside of the group, thats strike one, but your not loosing your voice for nothing, in return you will have my unwavering protection, from bullies and teachers, my mother is a pretty damn good lawyer....need some legal advice you got it, call me a Godfather I suppose since everyone that knows me knows that I keep my word, I am very highly respected in a lot of places and I don't even use my voice.
Being part of the 'Clan' can be the safest or the most dangerous place to be, if you get dis-banned it's a ceremonious process my brother and I will take the black clothing you wear and destroy it in front of the rest of the group, then your shoved out into a clean white towel, if anything is muttered about what was done or said you get a personal beat down by me, and trust me I will find you.
But that's us no one at school likes us, some even taunt but for us this is family......» just don't judge me, mmkay;
I am not going to say I am an angry person because that would be lying I am simply a different person all together I can be the most sexiest person you have ever laid eyes on, it's the sex appeal that keeps them coming, I am defintely not a people person so why are all these people flocking forward?
I can be quiet to and highly respectable just wait when you need something I can be as good as a Godfather and return the favor, cross me and then consequences are violent.» no one has to know; I am a heartbreaker in disguise» wait. i think i'm being controlled; -Grawrtastiic Smexasaur-
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:05 am
Lorelie Dianne Thomas T h e B a s i c s» more of me:;;None» my parents called me; Lorelei Dianne Thomas » i called me; Letti » but i'm known to be; Main Character» still young and loving it; Seventeen » errr..i think i am; FemaleD e e p e r & D e e p e r» baby, i'm in love; Dancing ; The sound of the ocean ; Intelligent conversations ; Mystery ; To read ; Classical Music» that's just gross; Jocks ; Sweet Stuff ; Jerks ; Bright colors ; Loud Noises ; Boys» please take it away; Boys ; Touching ; Bugs ; Lightning ; Small rooms ; Dark» it's an important secret; Alexznder» they are my life; Katherein P l e a s e D o n 't T e l l» a little tragedy known as life;
Geez Would You Just....
Please just get out of my life you don't want to get to know who I am or how I became to be me....it's a tear jerker I'll tell you that much, btu I am not going to put my life in the same catagory of a sappy flick what I deal with is far worse than you could ever imagine....far worse.....
Still interested?
Fine but I warned you....seriously I did warn you...
Seven O'clock in the morning a new life was annouced Gabriella Marie Deveraux, she was sticky and screaming ans she was hating the cool air beneath her, it was easy for her to be passed around from expectant person to person all except the man that stood in military fashion by the window, that man was my father and quite accuratly one could assume that he was not happy with the little bundle of joy being passed around, he was unhappy because he gained a screaming little girl ad lost a beiatiful wife, was it the babies fault?
Absolutely not but for the rest of her life she would realize just how much her father hated the very air she breathed.
For twelve years my older brother Zeke was the one that cared for me since Daddy dearest found me repulsing, I could have or doin nothng to impress this man, could you imagine doing your chores, lots of them and without a thought of going outside to friends afterwards?
Well that was me only my daddy is a seven year serving hard core Marine and things in his household must be in ship shape, he was a decent respectable man until he went to the bar down the road, I still remember the first time he came home from the bar he came staggering in just as I loadd the dishwater something about the wave in my hair or the glint in my blue eyes caused him to get angry, I looked just like his lost 'Angel' he screamed at me and came barroling forward hands outstretched I remember trying to fight him off but he bieng military trained for combat and I still weak could not fight back, even drunk his training was still in tact.
Oh the blissful irony, when I woke up I was next to him, I never wanted to tell a soul because then people would look at me and point 'Isn't she just disgusting' but this wasn't my fault, it wouldn't happen again right....right?
No I dealt with this time and time again, I suppose you can say after the first round he got greedy and fought for me again, so many times I went to school damaged, soiled and beaten down and Zeke, I could never tell him, never never never.....
Teachers would raise eyebrows when they caught hints of bruising and then there Zeke would be telling them that I fell or something, he filled the torment I dealt with with phony stories, for a while it was comforting.
And then Zeke found out one day when he walked in on me dressing the bruises lite his eyes up, he looked as if he had eaten flames, he tore down the stairs to confront the man I call my father and before I knew it they were arguing and there were crashes, Zeke was crying for me to call the cops SLAP BAM CRASH
I ran for it across the lawn and still in my shirt and underware, the lolder women next door nearly fainted at my appearance but she helped me call the cops, by the time they got there they had to pull out a body bag, my brother was gone, killed with a broken lightbulb, it's funny how one could loose so much control in one day, I was a mess now where would I go?
Well thus begins my Life and Lorelei Dianne Thomas, I went diorectly into protective custody because somehow daddy had gotten away before the cops could get him, he was a Marine.....
Marines could disappear if they wanted to, they knew how, so for the time being I had to stay hidden no family could know about me, no one......to them I was dead or disappeared, Kidnapped anything to shut them up, I was a red head at one point but they demanded I cut my hair and style it different, it's time consuming and I hate the lies but what else is there?
In the midst of things I started to suffer from Diabetic reasons, how was I to know it ran in the family and then I found that was the reason of my mothers death, she was frail and too young the doctors told her having a baby while being a diabetic was hard sometimes fatal but my mother was determined for a girl.
So every day I check my blood sugar and then inject myself with insuline, without it I could go into a diabetic coma, actually the cops are thankful of this new discovery it helped making it harder for my father to find me.
So off to Sunny California I go to live my new life......» just don't judge me, mmkay;
There are so many words I can fluidly put together to describe
The way I feel but for you to even fathom the meaning in incredulous
But I suppose I can give it a try can't I, for the most part I am morbidly
depressed which in lamen terms for those that do not or will not understand, it means I am overly emtional, sadness darkens my days even on medication
Ha! they wan't me to pop pills so that I can feel the over used happyness people
portray, no thanks I am much happier being me, without the pills and such.
I suppse I can be happy at times but those are rare occasions my friend, very rare
Actually the only time I find myself blissful happy is when I dance, it is my getaway
So to speak but don;t we all have those sort of things?» no one has to know; My father used to touch me in a ways daddy's should not» wait. i think i'm being controlled; -Grawrtastiic Smexasaur
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 4:24 pm
Katherein Michelle Davidson T h e B a s i c s » more of me: You do not know me..... So do not pretend you to.... » my parents called me; Katherein Michelle Davidson » i called me; I go by Kat if I feel you are special enough. » but i'm known to be; Main Character » still young and loving it; I have Seventeen candles on my cake. » errr..i think i am; Female through and through. D e e p e r & D e e p e r » baby, i'm in love; Nature ; Music; Rain ; Honesty ; Cats ; Samuel ; Stars ; Moon ; Forests » that's just gross; Liars; Judgmental individuals ; Fire ; Thunder ; Being alone ; Never being able to have a voice; Samuel's fan girls » please take it away; Never being heard ; Thunder ; Fire ; Being betrayed ; Not being able to sing ; Death » it's an important secret; Samuel Marshall Spencer » they are my life; Lorelei P l e a s e D o n 't T e l l » a little tragedy known as life;
Its hard to say where my life began. Did it even have a beginning? As far as I am concerned life for me just happened. When I was little, I never dreamed I was a princess, I never dreamed I would be whisked away by a handsome prince, and I never believed in fairy tales. Why do you ask? That is simple! My parents always fought in front of me and I used to cry and join in. Why didn't they listen to me? Why couldn't they hear me? That is when my fear of not being heard developed.
Elementary school was much the same. My father was a teacher while mom stayed at home all the time. I was an okay child for the most part. I did get in trouble with my father several times though for telling children my own age that things like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy were just parents sneaking in and placing money under your pillow or gifts beneath your tree. Father always told me I should keep those things to myself, but I refused. I wondered why his eyes looked sad that I saw through the tricks parents put the children through for holidays. That is when the hate of liars began.
Middle school came faster than expected. This was the worst year of my life to date. In the beginning of middle school, I came home early to find my mother entangled in another man's arms. Compared to my geeky and string-beaned armed father, this man would be a stud. He had strong arms, a lean body, and a model-like face. Rage blinded me and I yelled at her for hours and hours. Before father came home, mother took on a different personality and fought back with more than just her words. I was forced to lie to my father about the bruises. I was scared of my mother and hated having to live with the lie. When the last year of middle school came around, I led father home claiming I was sick when I just wanted him to see his cheating wife. I became tired of hiding things and when father found out, she left him and me for her new stud. Did I care? Not really. She deserved to leave after all the s**t she put us through.
High school is said to be full of new beginnings and that one's true colors appear. For me that is very true. I became a girl with attitude and a sharp tongue. Even my father couldn't challenge me. I don't take any more bull and though people are always starting rumors behind my back. Thats when I met Samuel and Lorelei. Though Samuel is a stud like the one my mother ran away with I can't help but fall for him. Lorelei is my best friend and we know each other like the back of our hands. She knows what I really yearn for and who I wish I could be with. Oh well. They never said high school would be easy and I am prepared to last it out, road blocks and all. » just don't judge me, mmkay;
Early in my life I was just like every other kid but now thats different. Because of what my mother did, my attitude for bull s**t grew and liars became an enemy. I never lie or even think about it. Why should I? I have nothing to gain from it. I tell it like it is and if people don't like it then they can get over it. I have been hurt many times and because of that I have built walls around my heart and true personality. Only Lorelei knows this though. She sees the true me on a daily basis after all.
The true me yearns for compassion and for someone to break down my wall. I couldn't think of anyone better than Samuel but I doubt he sees me. In that school I am a nobody and worse, the girl with the attitude. A stud like him would never go for someone like me. Usually I am a girl who goes after what and who she wants, but when it concerns him, I tend to want to shy away. He makes butterflies flutter and my cheeks feel warm. It scares me yet makes me feel like myself. I may not try hard to reach him, but I do hope that he will notice me one day. Unlike his fan girls, I want to be near him for more than his looks. I can see right through people after all.
» no one has to know;Though some don't know it I do sing but not often. My darkest secret that I do keep to myself is that I do still talk to my mom. I hate to, but I still miss her.... » wait. i think i'm being controlled; XxShinkuuxSenritsuxX
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