Sheiva Hope Fieldhouse. When you say her name what comes to mind, a helpless girl, emotional, hopeful, sappy looking. Well most of these descriptions are the complete opposite of her. You see she's BOLD, sneaky, suspicious, mysterious, okay looking, exciting and, uh very cheerful, joyous almost. When I say almost I really mean almost.

When I conjure her up in my mind her backs straight, nose held up high, she's very proud of herself, vibrant, like there's a light behind her, she's short, she's only five foot seven. She walks brisk but at the same time she floats. Her left arm is usually covered in bracelets. Her hair is shoulder length, dirty blonde and hangs down in front of her face in strips. Her mouth is baby size and purplish pink, her nose is a bit crooked, but that's okay right!

Sheiva is fifteen, her birthday is November the first at midnight. Her favirote season just happens to be the season her birthday is in, fall! In the fall she says the weather is perfect chilly with warm breezes. A plus to that is she gets too see one of her favirote colours every day, orange. Sheiva's other favirote colours are lime green, purple and pink. There all bright and vibrant like herself.

Well enough about her profile, get on with it what happens next, something exciting you probally hope. Well Sheiva's luckiest day just happens to be Friday the thirteenth.

" I hate it, I hate it, I can't wait untill I can quit this job. It's only October, only three more months can't wait" Sheiva muttered as she carried her last wad of newspapers across the road.
Sheiva was walking in the middle of the road, j-walking to be the exact, Sheiva usually didn't j-walk but she had something on her mind.
"What the hell, get of the road you stupid bitch!" yelled a boys voice.
This caused Sheiva to look up, with just enough time to see a truck, a chevy avalanche to be exact speeding towards her, when she turned her head slightly she could see a cute boy with brown hair running towards her.

I can't let my thoughts wander to how cute he is thought Sheiva I got to get out of the trucks way, she thought this just as the impact of the boys shoulder sent her rolling to the curb of the road.

Jason, the boy who saved the Sheiva from the truck relized he should not have tackled the girl so hard she was sent flying and rolling into the air. Only to have me land on her he thought wearily stareing at the unconcious girl. Up close she didn't seem to be the bitch she was when she was going to get hit by the car.

When the cute guy tackled me I thought uh oh another cute dirtbag, that is until in my spinning I saw the car speed by. The wind force that the truck picked up was great, or at least it seemed that way, my breath had been knocked out of me. The world around me started to fade, the last thing I saw was his HOTT deep green eyes, and the first thing I awoke to was his face. It was very cute. He has high cheek bones, a strong jaw, nice long lips and eyes the color of the deep green sea. His looks almost took my breathe away, for the second time!
"Are you all right, I kinda tackled you to hard" he smiled sheepishly.
"Fine I guess" I answered. His voice was as soft as a river. Snap out of it Sheiva your loseing your mind just because he saved your life and is cute.
He walked me home, instead of to school saying I needed medical help. The whole way home I was limping with my arm around him for support. As we drew near my house I was hopeing my brother wasn't home. If he was that meant there would be a party, party equals alcohol.
My home was in front of us, it became evident to me that my brother was home. My mind thought of many possibilities. Could I get into my neighbors home.
Turning around I said "Thanks I can get home from here"
"No, it's okay I'll take you to your door" he replied.
"You sure, my brother is having a party, you know what I mean he could be a little high and do something" I replied as smothly as I could. God, why did he have to be so nice.
"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I walk you to your door" he replied just as smothly " do I get a name?"
"Sheiva, my name is Sheiva Hope" I smiled.
" Well, hi Sheiva I'm Jason" he laughed cheerfully.
We were at my door now, it was abrutly opened by my smiling brother. He opened the door, looked down and frowned. The smile returned to his chubby face in a matter of seconds.
"Sistar, I kkkknnnooowwwwwww the perfect way to punishhhh youuuuu" he stuttered raising his hand. One thing I learned was that when my brothers drunk his talk may be week but his arm strong. I flinched at the first hit, the second I let tears fall, but I didn't cry. I got ready for the third one, but opened my eyes when none came. My brother was on the ground, his nose bleeding and unconcious. Jason was leaning over him checking for a pulse. Jason stood up grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door just as a crowd started to surronding my brother.

We had run for a long time, when we stopped we were at some park, sitting on the ground, surronded by trees. Jason still gripped my arm, tightly. His grip started to sting. I put my hand on his unfastening his fingers from my arm.
"Why do you let him hit you?" Jason asked horrified.
"Because if I don't, I'll get sent to an orphanage, he's the only family I got" I whispered sadly

Jason and me sat there talking for the rest of the day. The schooled probably called. My brother probably said I was sick or lied and said something else like an annual fishing avent, I don't even like fishing.

I was upset to relize that Sheiva the girl I saved from the truck was being abused I mean me and my brother Joey used to get abused by our dad. Theres a restraining order against him though so were safe. For some odd reason I felt the need to protect my new found friend. She fell back onto the ground, as she went down her arm brushed against me, sending electric chills down my back. I think this happened to her to because for a breif moment there was a look of shock.

We talked all afternoon or at least it seemed that way. I left to get us a slice or two of pizza's and then I took her to school, finding out it only had been two hours.. I hope Joey covered for me!Sheiva Hope Fieldhouse. When you say her name what comes to mind, a helpless girl, emotional, hopeful, sappy looking. Well most of these descriptions are the complete opposite of her. You see she's BOLD, sneaky, suspicious, mysterious, okay looking, exciting and, uh very cheerful, joyous almost. When I say almost I really mean almost.

When I conjure her up in my mind her backs straight, nose held up high, she's very proud of herself, vibrant, like there's a light behind her, she's short, she's only five foot seven. She walks brisk but at the same time she floats. Her left arm is usually covered in bracelets. Her hair is shoulder length, dirty blonde and hangs down in front of her face in strips. Her mouth is baby size and purplish pink, her nose is a bit crooked, but that's okay right!

Sheiva is fifteen, her birthday is November the first at midnight. Her favirote season just happens to be the season her birthday is in, fall! In the fall she says the weather is perfect chilly with warm breezes. A plus to that is she gets too see one of her favirote colours every day, orange. Sheiva's other favirote colours are lime green, purple and pink. There all bright and vibrant like herself.

Well enough about her profile, get on with it what happens next, something exciting you probally hope. Well Sheiva's luckiest day just happens to be Friday the thirteenth.

" I hate it, I hate it, I can't wait untill I can quit this job. It's only October, only three more months can't wait" Sheiva muttered as she carried her last wad of newspapers across the road.
Sheiva was walking in the middle of the road, j-walking to be the exact, Sheiva usually didn't j-walk but she had something on her mind.
"What the hell, get of the road you stupid bitch!" yelled a boys voice.
This caused Sheiva to look up, with just enough time to see a truck, a chevy avalanche to be exact speeding towards her, when she turned her head slightly she could see a cute boy with brown hair running towards her.

I can't let my thoughts wander to how cute he is thought Sheiva I got to get out of the trucks way, she thought this just as the impact of the boys shoulder sent her rolling to the curb of the road.

Jason, the boy who saved the Sheiva from the truck relized he should not have tackled the girl so hard she was sent flying and rolling into the air. Only to have me land on her he thought wearily stareing at the unconcious girl. Up close she didn't seem to be the bitch she was when she was going to get hit by the car.

When the cute guy tackled me I thought uh oh another cute dirtbag, that is until in my spinning I saw the car speed by. The wind force that the truck picked up was great, or at least it seemed that way, my breath had been knocked out of me. The world around me started to fade, the last thing I saw was his HOTT deep green eyes, and the first thing I awoke to was his face. It was very cute. He has high cheek bones, a strong jaw, nice long lips and eyes the color of the deep green sea. His looks almost took my breathe away, for the second time!
"Are you all right, I kinda tackled you to hard" he smiled sheepishly.
"Fine I guess" I answered. His voice was as soft as a river. Snap out of it Sheiva your loseing your mind just because he saved your life and is cute.
He walked me home, instead of to school saying I needed medical help. The whole way home I was limping with my arm around him for support. As we drew near my house I was hopeing my brother wasn't home. If he was that meant there would be a party, party equals alcohol.
My home was in front of us, it became evident to me that my brother was home. My mind thought of many possibilities. Could I get into my neighbors home.
Turning around I said "Thanks I can get home from here"
"No, it's okay I'll take you to your door" he replied.
"You sure, my brother is having a party, you know what I mean he could be a little high and do something" I replied as smothly as I could. God, why did he have to be so nice.
"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I walk you to your door" he replied just as smothly " do I get a name?"
"Sheiva, my name is Sheiva Hope" I smiled.
" Well, hi Sheiva I'm Jason" he laughed cheerfully.
We were at my door now, it was abrutly opened by my smiling brother. He opened the door, looked down and frowned. The smile returned to his chubby face in a matter of seconds.
"Sistar, I kkkknnnooowwwwwww the perfect way to punishhhh youuuuu" he stuttered raising his hand. One thing I learned was that when my brothers drunk his talk may be week but his arm strong. I flinched at the first hit, the second I let tears fall, but I didn't cry. I got ready for the third one, but opened my eyes when none came. My brother was on the ground, his nose bleeding and unconcious. Jason was leaning over him checking for a pulse. Jason stood up grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door just as a crowd started to surronding my brother.

We had run for a long time, when we stopped we were at some park, sitting on the ground, surronded by trees. Jason still gripped my arm, tightly. His grip started to sting. I put my hand on his unfastening his fingers from my arm.
"Why do you let him hit you?" Jason asked horrified.
"Because if I don't, I'll get sent to an orphanage, he's the only family I got" I whispered sadly

Jason and me sat there talking for the rest of the day. The schooled probably called. My brother probably said I was sick or lied and said something else like an annual fishing avent, I don't even like fishing.

I was upset to relize that Sheiva the girl I saved from the truck was being abused I mean me and my brother Joey used to get abused by our dad. Theres a restraining order against him though so were safe. For some odd reason I felt the need to protect my new found friend. She fell back onto the ground, as she went down her arm brushed against me, sending electric chills down my back. I think this happened to her to because for a breif moment there was a look of shock.

We talked all afternoon or at least it seemed that way. I left to get us a slice or two of pizza's and then I took her to school, finding out it only had been two hours.. I hope Joey covered for me!