Ok, so if you haven't seen the episodes of Dead Like Me. This might not make sense. Based on the series, I am using language that may not be suitable for younger viewers. Please be aware that this is my first time writing anything on here, so the chapters might not come out as fast as as you would like. Hope you enjoy,
l8er peeps!
-Julie
Part 1
Information you need to know about you're self:
You're full name is Alexa. You hate it, it's too girly for you. You go by Alex.
You are a virgin
You are 16
You have a younger sister named Reggie whom you hardly know
You're parents are referred to as Mom and Dad
You're mother wants you to get a job and move out of the house
You never finished College
You're father is a College Professor. He teaches English/Literature.
You're mother really loves you. But it may not seem like it most of the time.
The rest of the stuff you need to know about your self you will find out as you read.
You are right handed
You are definitely not a goody goody or a Priss.
You curse a lot. A lot A lot A lot.
'"Alexa, get up!" You were jarred awake by a harsh voice. You opened you're eyes and there was you're mother's head. Right in front of you're face.
"Jesus!" you exclaimed. You were groggy and you're mothers face was not what you wanted to see right away. You're mother threw the covers off of you. You're blue pajama bottoms, and the Monkey T-Shirt were revealed.
"I want you to get the hell up, put these clothes on and go to you're job interview!" You're mother said rather loudly from inside the depths of you're closet. She came out holding black shoes that had a small heel. You hated them. They had a yellow daisies on the toes of the shoes. They were ugly as hell. You're mother also threw a white button down long sleeve, a black sweater and a black, knee-length skirt on you're queen size bed. "You will, put these clothes on, go to you're job interview, get the job and get the hell out of this house." You're mother said to you at you're doorway.
"Jeez mom . . . I love you too." You whispered under you're breath. You slowly got out of bed and put on the outfit of doom. You checked you're self out in the mirror. "What Not To Wear . . . here I come." You said sighing. This was definitely not the most flattering outfit you had, but hey, you didn't think Happy Time was full of fashion ridiculers. Oh well. Off you go.
You walked down the steps to you're driveway. You didn't have you're drivers licence yet so you had to walk. Walking through town was nice. The day was warm and the wind blew softly. You're light brown hair, which had some blonde in it, was blowing around you're face.
You stopped in front of glass doors. Closed, they mad a smiley face in the middle. You were here at HAPPY TIME. Lovely . . . You opened one of the doors, splitting the wide-smiled yellow circle.