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Old 04-24-2010, 07:12 PM

Ah, hello there ! ! :3

So, this is my writing thread ! It follows the life of my character, whom I adore more than me. ;D She's pretty hard to describe so, here's a profile of her. (:

Name :: Skye Wendy Stoneson
Age :: 17
Gender :: Female
Race :: Deliberateness between Human and Kitsune.
Appearance :: Human, and Kitsune. (:
Powers, when supernatural :: Telekinetic
Sexuality :: Straight
Tattoos & Piercings :: One, two, three, four, five, six ! ! ^-^
Likes :: Water, sunlight, wind, earth, fire (( She's a complete pyro. ;D )), love, strawberries, night time, animals, boys, writing, Paramore, Borderlands, Xbox, Nickelback, her iPod, music in general, make-up, shopping, tattoos, piercings and motorbikes.
Dislikes :: Tomatoes, anything with peppers in it, curry, coursework, jerks and fitness freaks.
Fears :: The dark, heights (( She's kinda gotten used to them, but still freaks out a little if she's really high up. )) and being ignored.
Personality :: She's real rebellious a lot of the time, but knows when to keep her mouth shut. However, if she's got something to say, you're gonna hear about it and she isn't afraid to throw a punch if needed. She can have any guy pinned on the floor in seconds when given the chance to show off her awesome skillzage. XD

So, to start off this lovely thread, here's chapter one of her life. Enjoy ! (:

(( Please note that, although this used to be a part of my diary, it had been edited to form the life of a fictional character. Please, people, this is a story. XD ))


#1 Why is that ? Oh yeah. Because it's me.X

There are very few words that can describe my life. I mean, it’s not as if people have tried or anything. But even I find it hard to think up a word subjective enough. Probably because it’s me.

I never really was much of a person, really. I liked to blend in, just because it was so much easier than anything else. People say sometimes, the people who mind don’t matter and the people who don’t mind matter. Which is true, to an extent. For example, a mother pretty much always loves their baby. They don’t get much choice in the matter; it’s just natural. So, when you’re a parent, you feel like it’s your job to always tell your child they’re pretty and smart and destined for greatness. That’s just how the cookie crumbles.

So, would someone like to explain to me why exactly everything I do seems to matter to everyone ? I make myself a batch of good ol’ muffins and my mother is instantly scrutinizing my about my weight. To be fair though, I am 12 stone 6. At 13 and 5” 6. That’s not very good.

And, whenever I get a new haircut, even my real friends think up some kinda retarded nickname for me. This time, it’s Dougal. As in, Dougal from the Magic Roundabout. This, as you can imagine, is FREAKING IRRITATING. Though, I distinctly remember looking in the mirror when the hairdresser said I was done – whenever I go, I just hand her/him a fist full of pictures of how I want my hair and keep my eyes shut until the end – and thinking to myself “Holy shit. The HELL you done ? !”. I had to keep telling myself this was all just a bad dream and I would soon wake up. But, because I couldn’t lie convincingly enough to myself, I would consciously tug on my hair every now and again to see if it was just a wig or something. It never was. And thus, this month’s “FML” stage had begun.

And god forbid I should ever think or DYING my hair. Oh, the HORROR ! ! When I was eleven, I had the idiotic idea that I wanted pink streaks in my hair. So, on the first day of summer, I bought a hair dye kit and sat to work. May I add that this is possibly the most stupid and painful exercise you can have performed on your precious scalp. It involved a plastic white cap, a crochet needle and the most disgusting smelling stuff you can buy that probably contained more ammonia than a high school science lab. And, trust me, that’s a LOT. Seriously. This stuff was worse than cat piss. So, my mother stood over me for about half an hour, yanking my hair through these miniscule holes in the cap and straight out of my head.

To make matters worse, when we came to applying the awful gummy mess onto my hair, we found that there wasn’t enough to cover my whole head in streaks. Just the top of my head. So, when the egg timer rang, signalling the torture was over, we washed it all off. And, to my dismay, we were right. The highlights only covered the top of my head. That was the beginning of the “FML” stage of THAT month.

My name is Skye Wendy Stoneson.

And, currently, I feel and look like a beached whale.


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Okay, okay, I know this is late. But, seriously. I was attacked. By a . . . pack of . . . narwhals . . . yeaaah. ^-^"

#2 Know what I mean ? No ? Oh. Just me, then. -_- (( PART ONE of my life ! XD ))X

Do you ever have one of those days when you're just not sure what to do with yourself ? Like, you get so pissed about something that it's all you can think about, or you fail so freaking epicly that you don't even want to get outta bed the next day in fear of doing it again ? Pssh. Try being me.

The guy I love, Wolife, is making my life a living nightmare.

One minute, he tells me he loves me. The next, he's off with his girlfriend.

. . . . . . . Don't get it ? Don't worry, neither do I sometimes. This'll take a bit of explaining . . .

When I was Four years old, I met Wolife Calien Thorn. He went to my pre-school. And my Junior High. And my high school. I always knew him, but I never really said anything to him. He was just a name to the face. That was it. Then, one day in 7th grade, we were stuck in the same Geography after school detention. I saw him standing outside the room, looking all awesome with the hair and the face and the aurora. And, doyah know what he said to me ?

"Oh my GOD. You've grown ! ! :squee:"

. . . . . . . I swear, I would've punched him in the face if Mrs Dunphy hadn't come round the corner that minute.

(( At this point, I'd like to add that Wolfie was always a year above me in school. His birthday was December 17th. Mine was June 30th. He was older by a year and a half. Ish. ))

So, into the detention we went. I got stuck with a textbook, reading up on Brazil. He, on the other hand, got a freaking laptop stuck on his desk. So, naturally, I turned by back and kept myself to myself, freaking out whenever I could hear him breathing, purely because I'd never been in a room alone with a guy before. >.< The end of the detention loomed and we walked outside together. I was s'post to be meeting my friend Hayzel, we were gonna walk home together. I even gave her a bloody MAP to show her where we'd meet, because I really didn't wanna walk home alone. But, there I was, looking around as if she would magically appear when I knew, deep down, she'd left me alone. With this . . . this long haired guy.

I turned to him, smiling sheepishly.

"Looks like she left without me ! :sweat:" I said. "I'm such a freaking moron."

"Nawh, poor Skye." he said, ruffling my hair. "I'll walk home with you instead, then."

(( To be continued . . . IN THE NEXT POST ! ! ;D ))

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Old 04-29-2010, 03:52 AM

Great start!! I like her! =)

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Old 04-29-2010, 06:16 AM

Thank you very much, BellyButton ! (:

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Old 05-05-2010, 01:55 AM

I forgot to tell you that I can add some more of your own posts to the front of the thread if you need/want more space up there. Just drop me a PM. :)

 


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