Post by ALYSA JANE LEWIS on Apr 12, 2010 18:16:55 GMT -5
ALYSA JANE LEWIS,
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21, Ali Lyssa, photographer, Peaches Geldof[/font][/color][/i]
ITS TOO LATE TO GO,[/size][/color]
it's getting light out[/i][/b]
Alyssa. How to explain her. She's a confusing personality, that fits the play by perfectly. She can always be found wearing multitudes of accessories, including her camera. She likes to dye her hair different colors all the time, and she enjoys going out with friends.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
Alyssa's likes:
Cake
Sugar
Photos
Models
Boys
Girls too ;D
Alyssa dislikes:
haters
rude people
bitches
Alyssa is a hardcore music listener. She listens to music to get photo muses.... so yeahh.
JUST TAKE IT EASY,[/size][/color]
it's too late to go[/i][/b]
hi, my name is Abi. i'm 14 years old, respect it. i live in a pretty sweet place, but that puts me in the eastern timezone. you might know me as nobody, or not. but you can always contact me though linkinpark_boulevard@yahoo.com, or pm. that's enough of that. sample time![/size][/blockquote][/color]
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Aurora had blacked out, but when she came to, she was sitting in the back seat of some car, with a person worriedly glancing back and forth from the road to her. She hurt all over, and naturally, went into defense mode.
"Who the hell are you, and where the hell are we?" She asked, sitting up. A sharp pain crashed against her side. She looked at the handsome boy, then looked to the road. They were going to the hospital, obviously.
"Why are we going to the hospital, dude?" Her entire buzz was gone, left with a small headache. She could tell he obviously thought she was a druggie, "I'm NOT a druggie." She said angrily. She moved up, the sharp pains making her gasp for breath each time she moved. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crawled up into the front seat. She sighed heavily as she slowly let herself down into the seat. Rora's curls were tangled behind her back, and her leather jacket was dusty with dirt. Her jeans had small grass stains.
"What happened?" She asked, generally confused. She had no recollection of her losing her mind back in the woods, scared that she wouldn't be able to get back to her house, to her parents that she hated, but loved, all at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what made her so screwed up, then she remembered when her brother died.
Aurora's mother and father were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when the heard a phone call. Wondering who it was, Rora picked up the upstairs line. She heard crackling and screaming. Her brother had started to say something, but was stopped by three gunshots. She heard a gasp for air, and a thud as he and the phone hit the ground. Apparently, her parents had been listening on the downstairs line. She and they all rushed to where he was hanging out, and saw him laying there in his own pool of blood, his cell phone crackling beside him as it had caught fire. His hair was badly singed, and his eyes were glassy and still open. Solemnly thirteen year old Aurora Jen Valentine, walked up to him, and pulled his eyelids down. Crying silently, she walked back to her parents. Thats when everything began to fall apart.
Her parents weren't ever home. Scratch that, they didn't even belong to the home anymore. They were always gone, drinking away their sorrows, leaving little Rora to take care of the big, three story house. After a while, the house began to go into the dumps. Finally, she suggested they move to a smaller home. All the way from nowhere, Michigan, to California did they go, leaving behind the memories of Jacoby, her older brother.
The memory continued to replay in her head, she was watching the stuff go by when she felt her side where the sharp pains were. She felt a hot wet spot. Glancing down, she saw she was bleeding, somehow she had scratched herself, and it was quite deep. Scowling she decided to put on a strong face for this stranger. No way was she going to let him see her fall apart, epecially since she hadn't done that in years. Silently, she turned and looked to him. His prominent cheek bones stuck out the most, but his light blue eyes were amazingly beautiful as well. She smiled to herself, he was cute. She had been meeting a lot of cute guys lately. It only made sense that she be introduced to just ONE more.
"Please, I'm fine." She tried to sound convincing, but she was failing. She waited for his response.
"Who the hell are you, and where the hell are we?" She asked, sitting up. A sharp pain crashed against her side. She looked at the handsome boy, then looked to the road. They were going to the hospital, obviously.
"Why are we going to the hospital, dude?" Her entire buzz was gone, left with a small headache. She could tell he obviously thought she was a druggie, "I'm NOT a druggie." She said angrily. She moved up, the sharp pains making her gasp for breath each time she moved. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crawled up into the front seat. She sighed heavily as she slowly let herself down into the seat. Rora's curls were tangled behind her back, and her leather jacket was dusty with dirt. Her jeans had small grass stains.
"What happened?" She asked, generally confused. She had no recollection of her losing her mind back in the woods, scared that she wouldn't be able to get back to her house, to her parents that she hated, but loved, all at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what made her so screwed up, then she remembered when her brother died.
Aurora's mother and father were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when the heard a phone call. Wondering who it was, Rora picked up the upstairs line. She heard crackling and screaming. Her brother had started to say something, but was stopped by three gunshots. She heard a gasp for air, and a thud as he and the phone hit the ground. Apparently, her parents had been listening on the downstairs line. She and they all rushed to where he was hanging out, and saw him laying there in his own pool of blood, his cell phone crackling beside him as it had caught fire. His hair was badly singed, and his eyes were glassy and still open. Solemnly thirteen year old Aurora Jen Valentine, walked up to him, and pulled his eyelids down. Crying silently, she walked back to her parents. Thats when everything began to fall apart.
Her parents weren't ever home. Scratch that, they didn't even belong to the home anymore. They were always gone, drinking away their sorrows, leaving little Rora to take care of the big, three story house. After a while, the house began to go into the dumps. Finally, she suggested they move to a smaller home. All the way from nowhere, Michigan, to California did they go, leaving behind the memories of Jacoby, her older brother.
The memory continued to replay in her head, she was watching the stuff go by when she felt her side where the sharp pains were. She felt a hot wet spot. Glancing down, she saw she was bleeding, somehow she had scratched herself, and it was quite deep. Scowling she decided to put on a strong face for this stranger. No way was she going to let him see her fall apart, epecially since she hadn't done that in years. Silently, she turned and looked to him. His prominent cheek bones stuck out the most, but his light blue eyes were amazingly beautiful as well. She smiled to herself, he was cute. She had been meeting a lot of cute guys lately. It only made sense that she be introduced to just ONE more.
"Please, I'm fine." She tried to sound convincing, but she was failing. She waited for his response.
