Kacei Deeka Maxx ((Kadie)): Played by Lucy Hale
Age: 18
Witch
Doesn't give a crap about who you are and what you do, she treats you like any other person. Blunt and to the point. Sarcastic when she wants to be and can't stand rudeness.
Looks: Layered brown hair with white streaks through it, gray eyes, and a slim body. Slightly tan and tall with a killer style.
Picture of Kacei: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQkQlibXxPhDM85ry89BD_
I had lived in the deepest pits of New York City all my life and not once did I get a break from it. The air was stifling hot, especially with the thousands upon thousands of bodies surrounding you, it was hard to breath((not including my little 'problem' with cigs)), and everyone was just plain rude. You couldn't find a decent soul anywhere. That, my friend is what I call sad. Pitifully sad. I was now driving down the smooth roads of Forks, Washington, cutting through this town to reach the sweet, lucious grounds of LaPush. I heard it was a really good place to find yourself. A very beautiful, calm place it was supposed to be. Sacred. Mystical. Magical.
A home to the natives, the legendary Quilete tribe. In the early times, my ancestors had once lived on the brink of these lands and they'd said the Quilete tribe was brave and true. A truly honorable people. One to be recognized and respected. I trusted in their decision, therefore, I was here. The towering trees flew past my window as I drove down the road and just ahead, the clear view of a 'Welcome to LaPush' sign came into sight. I glanced down at the map on the seat beside me and saw that a store was just up ahead. I turned into the parking lot and slid out of the car, locking it and strutting into the store, hands stuffed into the pockets of my jacket.
I immediately went to the counter and stood behind a slightly obese man. I looked around while I waited for him to pay for his items. The store was sparkling clean. The people of La Push clearly had a great value for what they owned. The floors were neatly swept and mopped, the aisles clear of any obstacles, and the lights didn't even flicker. Half the ceiling lights would always flicker at a store by my house in New York. The worse part was at night. It was gave you that eerie feeling, like the one you get from the movies, as if something really bad's about to happen. Something did one day. My best friend, Andy, was killed there after the store was held hostage.
Andy, being the valiant and brave person he is, stood up to the robbers and ended taking two bullets to the chest and one in the head. I remember that day so clearly. I wept by his side, holding his head on my lap, calling out to him to stay with me, but still knowing he was already gone. His eyes stared up at the ceiling blankly, mouth slightly open. I didn't cry at his funeral. I forced myself not to. I didn't want anyone to pity me for my loss. It would only lead to more disaster and death. I would talk to him occasionally though, putting on a small seance in my room. We talked hours upon hours, laughing at each others jokes. He just stopped answering my calls one day. A year ago. After a week with no reply, I called no more and deemed him completly crossed over.
"Miss?" I was ripped from my thoughts and jerked back to the present. "Miss? Are you...okay?" I looked at the boy with dead eyes. "Yes," I replied with a tinge of annoyance in my voice. I hated when people asked me if I was okay. It made me feel weak, made me sound weak. "You sell cigs here?" He looked taken aback. I was 18, but looked to be at least 16, without make-up that is. With it on, I looked to be in my twenties. "Well?" I was beginning to get impatient. "Oh! Yeah, does it matter what kind?" I shook my head. I smoked them all. He rung up the pack and told me my total. I pulled out a fairly small wad of cash and handed it to him. I grabbed the pack from his hand and began to walk away. "Keep the change."
P.S. Kacei's name is pronounced Kay-Cee Dee-kuh Max
