(A/N: Okay, I redid a bunch of profiles, skip to the ones you haven't read if you want. More characters in this one, so read if you want. I like making profiles because it gives me something to do with my boring life.)
Name: Nikai Laskaris
Birthday: (UKNOWN)
Birthplace: Mt. Othrys
Godly parents: Kronos / Selene
Favorite word: *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeb*
Favorite form of transport: Time travel
Favorite thing to do: Tease people and have fun
Favorite food: Fresh french-fries from McDonalds
Theme song: Bitch By: Meredith Brooks
Quote: I'm a Bitch I'm a Lover I'm a Child I'm a Mother I'm a Sinner I'm a Saint I do not feel ashamed!
Abilities: Full control over time and gains extra strength under the moon. Kai fights with a black sword, the sword is made of celestial bronze and is double edged blade. It's name is Amyntas, it's name means Defender in ancient Greek. She can "time travel" which is traveling to random places in a short amount of time. Kai often wakes up in random places, such as Egypt or Antarctica. Kai is also a master as mixed martial arts and can defend herself well. She's also a master of sarcasm (You might not think that's a real weapon but you'd be surprised how many situations her sarcasm has gotten her out of.)
Bio: They say the longer you live the more enemies you gain, I say, that's a load of bull. My name is Nikai Laskaris, and I'm over 10,000 years old. I don't have enemies, I just have a lot of people out there who want to kill me, but I try to stay a pacifist. It's not working out too well seeing as monsters just LOVE attacking me. But, who could blame them, I'm awesome! I have a sarcastic streak going and call me prejudice, I DON'T LIKE GODS, TITANS OR MONSTERS! But hey, everyone's allowed to have an opinion, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one, just not everyone chooses to share it. Now, I'm not saying I go around sharing my asshole. Ladies, gentlemen, kids that's called a whore. Look it up! I can be mature when I want to, but what fun is that? I mean, who wants to be some tight-ass adult working ten hour shifts at some job you hate anyways? I see no fun in that! And being trapped forever immortal at the age of thirteen, I'm allowed to pull shit and not get into too much trouble! Basically what I'm saying is, I can stand on top of table in Taco Bell and shout, "PULL UP YOUR PANTS" across the room and not be threatened by the police. Pretty nice life if you ask me…well…most of the time.
I'm your everyday average female teenager, expect for the fact I don't do those weird "duck lips" thing in pictures. I don't get that! It's like a modified version of the "fish face" was the "fish face" ever in style? I don't think so! So why the Hades is this "duck lip" crap so damn popular? It's stupid! Do we REALLY want this generation to be known for our obsession with sparkling vampires and duck lips! If you ask me, it's pretty sad. The best thing about this generation, is the video games. For one, Guitar Hero is awesome. Not to mention Fast Food's gotten a heck of a lot better. Other than that though, there's some pretty strange crap out there I've noticed lately…
Now, so far you've seen that I'm pretty normal. Did I mention I'm the daughter of the titan of time and the titan of the moon? Huh, I guess not! Sure, sounds pretty good at first, right? Well, guess again! Especially when your all-powerful-titan-daddy wants you dead! Have I mentioned that he's a psychopathic manipulative bitch with the compassion the size of Justin Bieber's penis? Still think my life is just cheery? Well, it may be compared to your pathetic mortal lives that waste away in a hell called school listening to lectures about the history of blah-blah-blah where they blah-blah-blahed all over blah and changed blah-blah forever! Yeah, I guess we're pretty equal. I spend my day walking around the streets eating and being attacked by monsters every five seconds!
Well, I've spent longer than I meant to writing this and now I'm just plain hungry! So…adios!
Name: Nico di Angelo
Birthplace: Someplace in Italy
Mortal parent: Maria di Angelo
Godly Parent: Hades (underworld)
Favorite food: Tortellini or spaghetti
Favorite form of transport: Shadow Travel
Favorite game: Call of Duty or Left for Dead
Favorite song: Hate me By: Five Finger Death Punch
Theme song: Calling all Skeletons By: Alkaline Trio
Quote: It's only just begun, it's been fun, we were blind, deaf and dumb. There's a party in my closet calling all skeletons, all skele, all skeletons.
Abilities: Being as awesome as he is, he can raise the dead and is as good a fighter as Percy just without all the invincibility. I guess training with dead people pays off. He has a Stygian iron sword which matches his black battle armor. He can shadow travel and has control over the dead and hellhounds. He has the power to banish the dead and a lot of other cool stuff involving the underworld and dead things.
Bio: Hey, name's Nico di Angelo, apparently my name derived from the prefix necro- meaning "death" and my last name, di Angelo, means "of angels" so basically, my name means Death of Angels, which, if your any normal person, and you think about it, is pretty damn cool. But then again, that's me, the cool son of Hades. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but I have the dead to talk to, so it's not all bad. My life revolves around sleep, fighting off monsters, and cokes. But unfortunately, due to a stupid promise to Percy, I'm stuck living my life that I have a feeling is destined for awesomeness, in this godforsaken camp that's beginning to overflow with campers due to, once again, PERCY! Yes, he's one of my only friends, but he's annoying at times and more immature than I am, not to mention he's so friggen…what's that word…honorable? Possibly, then again, he wakes me up half the time by summoning the whole damn ocean and soaking my bed. Back to the main issue, with more campers only comes more people to stare at me, try talking to me, find out who I am, and dislike me. That's how it went around here.
If you think about it, this camp is like any stereotypical Highschool, you got your preps, the Aphrodite kids. The jocks, the Ares kids. The nerds, the Athena kids. The hippies, Demeter kids, (only hippies spend THAT much time frolicking through flowers!) The comedy kids, the Hermes kids, and well, you get the point. And after all of that, there's the minority…me. My closest friend around here would be Mrs. O'Leary a hellhound who's the only one I'd name my friend without hesitation. She's amusing, violent, awesome, and doesn't splash me in the face with water everytime I get two steps near her! (PERCY!) I'd love to ditch this camp but I don't go back on my promises.
I usually hang out with myself around here. Percy and Annabeth are too busy making out and being hormonal teenagers to hang out. And most everyone else prefers to avoid me. There are some guys like the Stoll brothers and some other people who remember how friggen awesome I was in the war that'll talk to me but other than that, people like to pretend I don't exist. I'm not like most guys I guess, I just don't like girls. I mean, there are some hot ones I enjoy LOOKING at but I'm 14, I'm allowed to do that! It's programmed into my brain! But most of the girls around here are your stereotypical giggle-giggle-point-giggle-giggle types, none of them I found remotely interesting. I will admit I had a little crush on Annabeth when I was younger, but only because she seemed a bit interesting. Then I decided she wasn't THAT hot and corrected me too often, not to mention, liked SCHOOL. So I let her go. Basically, I waste my life away here due to a damn promise…
Name: Valentine Rayne
Birthday: February fourteenth
Godly Parent: Aphrodite/Dionysus
Place of birth: Mt. Olympus Bedroom 4
Favorite drink: Raspberry Cordial or Coke
Favorite game: Charades! Or The Screaming Game
Favorite song: Dancing with tears in my eyes By: Kesha
Favorite fast food place: McHale's burgers in New York
Theme song: Never let this go By: Paramore
Quote: One day, you'll get sick of saying that everything's alright and by then, I'm sure I'll be pretending…
Bio: The name's Valentein, no, not like the holiday, just…Valentein, a fancy way of spelling Valentine. Gods help the idiot came up with that holiday. It's pretty much just a way stores can advertise themselves and suck money from peoples pockets by selling chocolates to pathetic geezers who have to remind themselves to love their wives. Any way, Valentein Rayne. Rayne, just a fancy way to spell Rain. I didn't get why people and felt it necessary to come up with different ways to spell the same word. It's just, Well that was an hour of my life I'll never get back.
So, if your reading this story to hear about my teenage angst and life's lessons and hardships, go the Hades away and get your own life. If your reading this story to entertain yourself because your supposed to be cleaning your room but got bored and thought this looked interesting, bravo for you my friend! The best thing about procrastination is that your never bored 'cause there's always something your supposed to be doing. That's life lesson 1! Okay, so I heard your supposed to tell a little about yourself before you start a story so…here goes! I'll try my best, but if I utterly fail, don't blame me!
My hair's the blonde color that's the sort of blonde that's so blonde it's often mistaken by idiots as yellow with unexplainable hot pink and purple highlights. Now, the pink highlights are naturally like that maybe it's part of the whole "born from the goddess of love" thingy same with the purple, but when people ask, it's easier to say you died it rather than telling them that it was the result of the goddess of love because her color is pink and all and the god of wine who's color of purple, I mean, REALLY? Who's gonna believe that any way? My eyes are xanadu, yes people, it's a color. And even though it's native to Australia, no, I do not have an Australian accent. (That would be amazingly awesome though)
Basically, I was the result of a broken godly sized condom and a goddess of beauty who forgot to take her birth control pills. Lovely, isn't it? All in all, until last summer I wasn't supposed to exist. It's really a marvelous feeling knowing your not supposed to exist. (Note the sarcasm) When I say Godly sized condom, I don't mean it sarcastically…my dad, well, he's a god. Though not the most uplifting being in the world, a god is a god. His name's Dionysus. My mom's name is Aphrodite…goddess of beauty and love. My friend said I inherited my dad's personality and my mothers looks. I took that a compliment but I don't know either of them. Okay, so normally when a god and a goddess get together and "do the deed" the outcome is a baby god or goddess. But in this case, when the baby goddess isn't supposed to exist. She get's sealed into a mortal child. It's really a load of spiritual and godly crap I don't feel like explaining. Now that we've settled all that I guess it's just…ON WITH THE STORY!
Name: Hazen Stealson
Birthplace: Portland OR.
Birthday: June twenty-third
Mortal Parent: Vanessa Stealson
Godly parent: Hermes (God of thieves)
Favorite animal: Snakes, definitely snakes
Favorite food: Teriyaki, or Papa Johns Pizza
Favorite color: "I don't know, should I have one?"
Theme song: I don't wanna be By: Gavin DeGraw
Quote: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately, all I have to do is…
Bio: My name is Hazen Stealson, who's heard of the word "Hazen" anyways? Hazel, yeah, Haze, yes, Hazen, WTF? Stealson, it's ironic considering I'm the son of the god of thieves, something people never let me forget. Let me tell you, reputations are MUCH easier to gain than to lose. I've been trying to lose mine for years. Let me take you through a little flashback which will pretty much take you through the story of my friggen life! Except, my life's a bit longer than the story…
I grasped him firmly by his school-required tie as I glared at him and repeated myself. Something I hated doing. "I haven't stolen nuthin' of yours Barbie!" I shouted as I threw him into the side of the large wire fencing. He struggled up regaining himself as he thrust a snot-nosed arrogant finger in my face and glared. "I KNOW IT WAS YOU SNAGGLETOOTH!" He shouted. I returned the glare as I grabbed him by his collar and punched him in the jaw. And while he was flying in the air sent a high kick into his chest as he flew further back into the brick wall. I stood over him as I challenged, "You wanna call me that again, Barbie?" Now, I'm not a mean person…and as a child of Hermes I'm often entitled to blame as far as…stealing goes. And being a minority around here entitled me to blame for well…everything else too. Not many people like me, scratch that, no one likes me around here, and something sad but true, I was getting used to it. I had a lanky build and preferred a loose band tee and a pair of beige shorts that went past my knees with a hoodie 2 sizes too big. Though I was lanky, I knew how to through a punch.
The boy had just gotten up when a familiar motor roared up from behind. As a firm grip on my own good thrust me up in the air. "Whadya want Bull?" I snapped, Bull, we had the same mother, different fathers, mine was Hermes, his was Ares. Though Bull would be a fitting name for a son of Ares, his real name was John, but I just called him Bull because he had a habit of doing and saying a lot of Bullshit. "You promised me no more fighting at school Haze." He shouted sounding pretty pissed off. I spat and retorted, "THAT Barbie started it. Said I stole his shit-a-mabob." I bit Bull's hand and he dropped me instinctively. "Did you?" He asked me. "Why the hell would I want his piece-o-shit. Ain't no one out there who'd want any piece of his ugly ass!" I sneered as I stomped off school campus jumping the fence into the real world. It wasn't too much later Bull found me in the alley. "You always do this!" He shouted, "Steal stuff, deny it, get in a fight, and get our entire family into a mess." He complained getting off his bike shadowing over me. I glared and stood up, feeling much taller than I really was. "BULLSHIT!" I shouted, "Mom doesn't give a damn about me and our so called "step dad" don't give fuck either! I'd like to see you live a day in my life! Always being blamed for crap. Always being hated!" I shouted stopping for a breath as I collapsed against a wall, I wasn't the best long-distance runner out there.
"Look Bull, It's hard enough mom and dad are always disappointed in me. I'm trying John, I really am, but what chance do I have when I'm a constant disappointment people prefer to ignore and shove out of their perfect little lives?" I told him, "I'm sick of pretending to be part of a family a blind guy could tell I don't belong to…I don't belong here. I'm going back to camp. The only place I even remotely belong to…tell mom and Dave…I'm sorry."
Lovely little life I got huh?
Name: Cole Brookes
Birthday: October twelfth
Birthplace: Sacramento, C.A.
Godly Parent: Ares (God of War)
Mortal Parent: Angela Brookes (Mother)
Favorite form of transport: Motorcycle or car
Favorite weapon: His hunting rifle that he loves
Favorite food: Tri-tip steak grilled over a camp fire
Family: Alison Brookes, Neo Laskaris (Mom's side)
Theme song: You're going down By: Sick Puppies
Quote: If it's a fight I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy if you know what I know
Bio: My name's Cole Brookes, just call me Cole though. Son of Ares, god of war. In the past years, many things had changed, but that's why I loved fighting. Fighting never changes. People get hurt, that doesn't change. The fury and anger, that doesn't change. The blood and the pain, that doesn't change at all eight. It never changes, and it was the one thing I held on to, the one thing I could rely on never changing. I hated change more than anything, so I held on to fighting like my only life line. Fighting was also something I was good at, when the whole world glares down at me, I could still stand up and beat their asses. It was a relieving thought, mainly because a lot of kids liked picking fights with me for some unknown reason. It was really stupid of them and kind of…narrow minded. They just weren't very bright…
When I think about how things were five years ago when Ali and I were just campers at camp half-blood, before the war, before Neo, before everything…it's so strange, the memory was so foreign, I had a hard time thinking of the way it was, the way things looked, the way things were…so different. I remember small things about the past though, how I could beat up anyone at camp. How I could fight my way through any problem. How I was treated like a person rather than a freak, how I had friends…things just never changed back then. I thought things would always be that way…turns out things don't stay the same.
When the war began and mom got pregnant with Neo we joined the Titan's side to help keep them safe. That's when EVERYTHING changed. The cruise ship was alright though, the monsters were never ending, that meant I could kill a bunch and they'd keep coming back for more. I had a soft spot for the hellhounds for some reason, probably had something to do with my dad's sacred animal being a dog. I never killed those ones, I just went for the giants and the ugly ones. Kronos said I could kill as many demigods as I wanted, but I didn't like killing people as much. Sure they were fun to fight with, but whenever I killed one, Ali wouldn't speak to me for a month and so…there was that…
When Ali and I were sent on the mission to capture the demigods after the captured demigods, and we were caught in reverse, it's when everything began. It was good in the end, but it was freaky in the beginning. I thought I was going to be killed, not to mention my pride had been mortally wounded and hurt, beaten up by what I thought had been a thirteen year old girl. Turns out she was ancient and a daughter of Kronos, but at the time I hadn't known that so it hurt. Then I saw she wasn't half bad…so Ali and I went with her, we saved Neo and everything was fine again…
So even through all of that change…things are okay.
Name: Alison Brookes
Birthday: June fourteenth
Birthplace: Sacramento C.A.
Mortal Parent: Angela Brookes
Godly Parent: Apollo (God of the Sun)
Favorite drink: Sprite, Sierra Mist or Seven Up
Favorite food: The garlic sticks from Olive Garden
Favorite song: Here comes the sun By: The Beatles
Family: Cole Brookes and Neo Laskaris (Mom's side)
Theme song: Rainbow Veins By: Owl City
Quotes: Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains and I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins.
Bio: Life is complicated and full of twists and turns. Life was simple and easy in the beginning. Cole and I were siblings, living our half-blood lives at Camp. When it all went wrong…my mother met the Titan Kronos, and got pregnant with Neo. Cole and I were on the cruise ship with our mother. Cole was away taking care of Neo at the time, of all the first words to have, Neo's had to be "won't" He has to say it to everything. It was the summer before the alleged hero's sixteenth birthday. Cole and I had never wanted to side with the evil titan lord, but with Neo and Mom, we couldn't just leave them. So we had to fight with them. We didn't die, but we ended up seeing tons of our friends killed. When Perseus Jackson and the big guy he had with him bombed the ship, Neo, Cole and I got away, but our mother was killed. We were planning to run away, when Kronos stole Neo from us…trapping him in a time warp, he aged a year over night…It was the scariest things I'd ever seen.
Neo was part our brother, so we had to stay with him in the end after the war. We took care of him and when we got caught by Kai and her friends I thought it was all over. Turns out that was an entire new beginning. Cole and I had found a new family. She helped us save Neo and everything was great from there. It was an entire new beginning for me and everyone else. I was so happy…Things had finally begun looking up…Kai was great. Being together was fun, we pretty much camped out under the stars every night, and even the monsters were fun to battle. It was something new everyday. Personally, I would follow Kai anywhere, as long as I had my family, I would be fine…
I can't believe it's been three years though. Three years since Kai captured Cole and I and went on the quest with that Nico boy, Percy, and Annabeth, and saved Neo. Though I hated Percy for killing my mother, I owed him for saving Neo. So, I guess I was sort of okay with him. I didn't like him, but I wouldn't kill him. This June started off normal, or as normal as it ever is for a half-blood…
Name: Neo Laskaris
Birthday: Assumed May first
Birthplace: Princess Andromeda
Mortal parent: Angela Brookes
Godly parent: Kronos (Titan of Time)
Favorite food: Doritos and Top Ramen
Favorite song: Welcome to my life By: Simple Plan
Favorite thing to do: Torture and tease his sister Kai
Family: Kai Laskaris (dad's side) Ali Brookes and Cole Brookes (mother's side) All half siblings.
Theme song: Teenagers By: My Chemical Romance
Quote: Teenagers scare-the living shit outta me! They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
Bio: I hated Kai sometimes, and I loved her most times. She was my older sister, the one who took me in and cared about me. Yet, sometimes, she really annoyed me, but I loved messing with her. I think of Kai as my closest friend and sister. I think of Ali and Cole as siblings too, but more like slaves. It was good being five, I could do whatever I want and people can't judge me because I "don't know better" hahaha. Of course I know better, doesn't mean I care! I loved being me…I could get away with just about anything…
Or so I thought…Kai has this habit of catching me lately. I loved my life though, Kai taught me how to fight, and Ali taught me about Greek Mythology and stuff. Cole sort of just helped out where he could. Valentein and Hazen were like siblings to me as well. Hazen had recently taught me how to pickpocket people in Vegas, they were the most oblivious one's he said. Kai scolded him for that, she said we only take the things we NEED. And apparently, we didn't NEED an extra laptop… She let us keep it in the end though. Cole taught me how to configure stink bombs too, we set one in Ali and Kai's tent and let's just say I will forever fear girls from this point on, they're much scarier than they look…but Cole got the worst of it, he still has nightmares about it. It's funny watching him stare at his sister so fearfully.
For my fifth birthday recently, Kai got me an awesome celestial bronze scythe, it's pitch black and the hilt is gold with silk purple wrapped around it. I stared at it for a full seven hours before I finally got to use it. Kai had been letting me handle monsters solo lately, which is another great improvement on being five. Cole gave me a 100 Pranks To Pull On You're Sister book, which Kai found, burned and made Cole give me a different gift, so he gave me a stink bomb set instead. Then Valentein gave me a special sort of juice that made me SUPER energized, Kai kept that away for certain times, mainly because the first time I had it, she couldn't catch me to get me to calm down. Ali gave me a book on the Greek Gods, and Hazen gave me a soda, and an ipod in secret, he'd stolen it from the last Apple Store, if Kai had found out she would've killed us both no doubt about that…
My life it pretty good…
Name: Lex-zi McKane
Birthplace: Juno, Alaska
Birthday: December twenty-first
Mortal Parent: Salem McKane (Father)
Godly Parent: Khione (Goddess of Snow)
Favorite season: WINTER! Obviously…
Favorite element: Snow, Ice, Wind and water
Favorite animal: "I don't know, an a snow seal?"
Favorite food: Snickers, Hershey's, or Three Musketeers
Theme song: My Immortal By: Evanescence
Quote: I'll miss the winter, a world of fragile things look for me in a the white forest hiding in a hollow tree.
Bio: My name is Lex-zi, but everyone back home just called me Lex, or Zi. I paced around the wet windy street's of my new town that I was now supposed to call 'home' as the wind blew back my tangled ash blonde hair I struggled to pull up my hood. My life had never been simple, dad never cared about me. He neglected me and left me to fend for myself, I was a nuisance to him. It wasn't always like that though, it was when I turned twelve…it happened. I didn't know what, or how, but a group of guys were throwing snow balls at me and I got angry, and suddenly, next thing I knew, they were completely frozen.
Dad had never forgotten that, he had some sort of psychological break down, and ignored me. Like I was some sort of freak. And that exactly how I felt, like a freak. That was all until I met Damon. My best friend, the only one who really understood me, he was like my brother. It was so strange, because we were such polar opposites. Anyways, I was exploring the new town it was frosty and cold out. I eventually came to a large old broken down mansion on the corner. The yellow mustard colored paint was flaking off slowly, and was turning a mix of mustard yellow and henna brown. The large wrap around porch was flooding through the cracks between boards with water from the snow, and most of the wooden planks were missing.
Most of the windows were broken in where spider webs had replaced the screens and glass, others were cracked or simply gone with a type of old caution tape wrapped around the frames… The big elegant door frame, but no door, there was only a thin white framed screen door. The house it's self was surrounded by dead tree's and a fence surrounding a small garden, the garden was every shade and hue of brown imaginable, the flowers were dead, frozen, or suffocated by the cold winter air… The house had a strange sort of calling, as I soon found my self drawn into it… The floor boards creaked loudly as I took my first step into the big house, it had an elegant sort of style, as I looked around me I saw shattered glass everywhere, most of the furniture were withered and worn, everything looked so fragile it was almost as if I even laid a finger on anything it would shatter into a million pieces, it smelled of dirt, rust, and with a hint of lavender, I doubted anyone lived here…but I was proven wrong.
I soon met the eyes of a tall guy, he was around my age, had shaggy dark brown hair and fiery eyes. He looked the exact opposite of me, he was tall, I was short. He had dark brown hair, I had light blonde hair. He had fiery eyes, I had icy blue eyes. I stared at him curiously as he stared at me defensively.
"I-I'm sorry about intruding…didn't think anyone lived here." I muttered.
"That's fine, my name's Damon, Damon Duarte, and I don't live here. I'm just hiding out." He said simply, with a curious glance at the door. "What are YOU doing here?"
"Um, I just moved here. I'm just exploring, and hiding from what?" I asked him.
"The cops, I ran away from my fifteenth foster home." He explained casually. Wow, fifteen? As I stared at him all I could think of was how badass he looked and sounded…I shook that out of my head though as I stared at him a little longer… "I don't mind if you stay, I'd like the company…it…it gets lonely."
And that is how I met Damon Zeklos, who changed my world entirely…
Name: Damon Duarte
Birthday: August twenty seventh
Birthplace: Somewhere in Montana
Mortal parent: Trinity Duarte (Mom)
Godly Parent: Hephaestus (God of Fire)
Favorite restaurant: Taco Bell, or Taco Time
Favorite place: Puerto Rico (but he's never been)
Favorite food: Tacos, and burritos from Taco Bell
Favorite song: Last Train Home By: Lostprophets
Theme song: Until the day we die By: (I forgot)
Quote: Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you should I bite my tongue? Until blood soaks my shirt!
Bio: My heart pounded against my chest like a snare drum. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I pushed myself further. Against the harsh wind, my wild brown hair was blown back in the darkness, I just wanted to escape. I could hear the sirens growing louder as the approached. My breath came in quick gasps as we reached the end of the highway, I jumped over the metal boarder and into the appending darkness of the forest. I leaped over a stray log, and climbed quickly over a fallen tree, scrapping my knee, I forced the pain out of my mind and continued running…it didn't matter to me now…nothing did…
The memories were on the surface the pond within my mind, I could gaze in it as much as I wished, but it was always there. The memories. They filled the dusty corners of my mind, they were the creatures of the night that scared me, they were the shadows that reached out and grabbed me. Screams that echoed through my head in never ending sequences…I wished they would all just leave me alone! My foot became caught on a stray root as I fell to the dirt…my house was further ahead…I just made it, I thought I had, when I was tackled to the ground by one of the police, I struggled my best but my attempts were just one big fail.
They forced me into a standing position as they took the food from my pockets, I turned around ashamed. I hated feeling this way…people hated me, that was a simple fact. She hated me more than others. This was the only way I could get food. My mom and I lived in this old shack after she lost her job and started on the drugs. Every day I endured her screams, her hits, her shouts. And this is what I get for it! I didn't deserve this, I hated her…I wanted to run away…but, I couldn't just leave her…it was wrong…
The police found out about my mom and took me away, I had just run away from my fifteenth foster home and now I was in some random abandoned house hiding out. I had ditched town again, I didn't even know where I was now. I had escaped the system before, and I planned on doing it again and again as long as they kept sending me back to those retched Foster Homes. I hated it, the way kids stared at you in school, like you were some sort of freak. The way they laughed at you, like you weren't there… I'd taken it my entire life, I was going to change. I hated people, they were too complicated, too strange…to mean. Yet, I couldn't help myself from talking to some strange girl who entered my hiding house…
She was pretty I guess, choppy blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. She was pretty, I'd never seen her before. Just judging by how she looked, she wasn't here to drag me back. I introduced myself, and she said hi. She was strange…and yet, I was drawn to her. It turned out to be one of the smartest decisions in my life. She was like a sister to me in the end…even till the day we ran away.