I thought my life had it all from the start, but I sure took it for granted sometimes. As a young child I grew up in a medium class family in the heart of New York City with a stay-at-home mother, and a father who worked in an industrial plant. We weren't the richest family in the city but we got by. As a young girl I did my best to learn everything I could whether it was simple school subjects, sports, or even hobbies like playing the piano or gutiar, drawing, and singng. Besides being bullied at times by those in an older grade then me I was able to pass with A's and B's, though C's in Math. It was when my father had gotten hurt on the job that I became clingy to him, and had some trouble with leaving his side to go to school. While struggling to come to terms with my dads accident, especially with therapy I tried my best to continue in schooling. Oh and before I forget, my mothers name was Margret and my fathers name was Antone. Odd name huh?
It was when highschool was the next step, it really challenged me. You know all those rumors about being put in trashcans, getting wedgies, and just being picked on by seniors as a freshman? Those aren't all true, it just depends on the person you are or the seniors. Through schooling I discovered my love for nursing, music, and art. I took as many classes as I could without being overloaded. Through the years I got a feel for them, but it was hard to maintain my studies when my imagination grew. It was around when I was fifteen that I became interested in mythology like the Lochness monster, vampires, werewolves, and all of those other stories. A few times because of it I had gotten B-'s and B+'s. When my dad had found out he wasn't quite happy, and lets just say I got a spanking I deserve. You don't think a pre-teen gets spanked? Well I did. Antone (my father) was pretty much healed by this point, and the only thing you'd find on him was a large scar down his leg.
I knew a lot of people in my school, I joined clubs in an out, and I even tried out for cheerleading, but that didn't go to well. It was when I was junior I believe in highschool that everything turned for the worst. My parents were out of town to visit my sick grandma, and they rather I did not see her. Due to my age I only got a family member or babysitter to check on me at times, but that didn't stop what happened. One night when I was walking home from a late party at a friends house that I felt like someone, or something was watching me, and everytime I looked back the only thing I saw was people moving down the street, no one standing in place with their eyes locked on my own. Foolishly this 17-year-old had put her guard down, even at home. What I met face-to-face with scared me. A rather tall, pale man had managed to get into my bedroom when I swear everything was locked. The next few things were a blur, but I remember a painful sensation in my neck, and then a unimaginable hunger. Little had I realized for a few moments after that I was changed into a kindred
Instead of leaving me to fend for myself my master had taken me in after forcing me to write a letter to my parents about how I was going on a long trip with a few friends, and not sure when I'd be back. The two of us had left New York and came to Santa Monica where he had brought me to his home. He had told me some things about him like part of his backstory, how he came to be a vampire. I learned his name was Martin Turcotte