I'm one of those people who have to hide who they really are. The world sees me differently to my family. At home, I know I'm not judged by the way I act or way I look but when I went to school, or when I walk through town, or when I go to work, there are always people who just don't understand, and judge my whole personality on what I look like. And the dipsticks that are like that are arse holes!
My name is Lola Jones; I live in Canberra, capitol city in Australia, so yeah, I have an Australian accent. I also don't use loads of sang, just occasionally, usually when I'm mad. I left secondary school four months ago and I turned nineteen three weeks ago. I'm only in a part time job at the moment, struggling to find a full time one due a load of places getting laid off. Cheesed off! Anyways, I work at a café a couple minutes away from my house. It's cosy there, I love it, I wish I could get a full time job there but there's only part time available. Again, PISSED OFF!
All my work colleges and my friends see me as a sweet innocent girl, black straight hair in two long braids with a full fringe and big round glasses, grey eyes with long lashes and no make-up. They tend to see me in baggy three quarters and plain t-shirts, and obviously the white apron and black baseball hat I have to wear in the café. I have to cover up a few things to achieve the invisible and innocent look. When I'm at home, I'mma whole new chick!
At home, the glasses are gone and the contacts are in, my hair is down, long down my back and needle to point straight. I have a LOAD of piercings. In my ears I have three lobe piercings on each ear, two helix ones on the right, an industrial and tragus on the left, and a rook on the right. I have my nose pierced, both nipples and belly button pierced as well and my tongue (I take obvious ones out when I'm at work). Now the tattoos, I have a barbed wire one wrapped around my right thigh, a compass on the back on my neck and roses with thorn vines travelling half way up my left side. My make-up is usually mascara and black eyeliner and my clothes tend to be denim shots, tatted, and vest tops with fishnet tops in many colours over it.
Ya see my parents are punks, real rock and rollers and I was brought up in it. I love my style but whingers and their opinions make me hide my fashion in the closet. I become something that blends in, which I prefer. I have a pretty big family. I have a baby brother, James, who's 1 year old; twin brothers, Aidan and Alexander, both seven years old; a younger sister, Ruby, she's twelve years old; another brother, Lucas, he's fifteen years old and finally my older sisters Isla and Zoe who are, again twins, at twenty one years old. So yeah, there's a few of us.
Isla and Zoe moved out, went traveling around the world, the other five are still at home and so am I. We're all the same; apart from the ankle biters don't have the tats and piercings like me, my parents and older sisters. They just dress like us. We're a close knit family. I've gotta baby sit a lot though. We've got Aidan, Alex and Ruby who still believe in Santa and the Boogeyman, and then I've got Lucas who's just a pain in my arse. He's a git! But luckily for me, he and Ruby are sleeping out at their mates at the moment and it's only my mum, me, the younger twins and baby James in the house.
Oh and with the mention of the myths and legends, I personally know two of them, of course no bugger believes me, and I mean who would apart from the kids. Anyways, I have met two, one being the Tooth fairy; I met her when I was seven, well, I say met her, it was one of her mini copies, I caught one and bless the poor thing was terrified of a punk styled seven year old. At that time I had short black hair that spiked up and wore a lot of black and purple. I calmed the little thing down but by the time I had, the really Tooth fairy came in, we got talking and ever since that day she's been visiting me every once in a week. She's a real sweet heart although I do question her sexuality. Once she straddled my lap when we were talking and then fell asleep on me, her head coincidently positioned on my tits till morning, and curled up on top of me. That was about a year ago.
Another one I know is the Easter Bunny, but of course I would know him, he is Australian after all. I met him when I was five, he always calls me his little ankle biter. We have a pretty strong bond, when he's not hiding eggs or painting them, he's just hanging out with me, as me. He and Tooth know who I really am. However, mine and Bunny's relationship progressed into something more complicated, well, to put it simple, we're kinda fuck buddies now if ya get what I mean, that started two years back. The poor thing goes through heat and can't control himself, I mean rabbits are known for their very sexual lifestyle, so I help him with it. I don't mind, even if he does ride me like a fucking animal, trust me, that bunny can fuck!
I just got back from work about thirty minutes ago, got real busy at one point and had these bloody leaches latching onto me at table five. Three blokes, horny as fuck, kept touching my arse when they got the chance. I gave one of them a crack 'round the head and got a warning off the manager. James is in bed, cute little ankle biter he is, the twins were in their rooms playing with action toys and my mum and I sat on the sofa watching TV while dad was at work, working the nights shifts.
It's bloody hot tonight! I feel like I'm melting! I and my mum are both in shorts and fishnet top, no under vest so our bras are on display, the lads are upstairs so we're ok to do so. I know it's a bit weird to say, but either way, my mum can get away with the reveal look 'cause she is in fact hot for her age. It got to about seven at night and it was time to put the twins to bed, obviously putting a vest top on before going in their room. I doesn't take too long with the twins, their good kids, cheeky little devils I've gotta admit, but good kids. I get a load of complaints about the heat and whining that they can't sleep before they begin to settle down a bit. I put the big fan on to keep 'em cool then leave to go back down stairs.
Five hours of mother daughter bonding and TV and food, we call it a night and go to bed, sticky and roasting. I go into my bedroom, close the door behind me, and turn on the fan, getting cool air in the room. My bedroom is split between the two personalities I have. I have my walls, COVERED in only posters of bands, singers and the best movies. My bedding is black, as is my blinds but my furniture is white like the bed posts, draws, wardrobe and desk. I love drawing so my desk is more or less littered in arty stuff like paint brushes, pencils, sketch books and pastels.
It's pretty tidy to be honest; I also have a load of teddies in the corner of my room. I walk over to my draws and change into my pyjamas. It's too warm for clothes, but I can never sleep naked, I just don't find it comfortable, so, I wear the skimpiest pair of panties I have, a black lacy thong. I don't sleep in a bra, I mean how can a girl do that, its constricting, so I whip that off and only keep on my short sleeved fishnet top on, letting my nipple rings poke out from the holes.
I drop like a rock on my bed, no covers, too warm for that and lay there, begging that I'll fall asleep.