Rate and comment honestly... I own up to all the mistakes I make! mmm...
That's about it! Enjoy!
I own nothing of the game except my name and what my brain decided to add to the already good story!
If you found this you probably already know what it is. It's my diary...I should probably start this all at the very beginning so you don't get confused while snooping around.
My name is Irene Mansell. I am at the moment of starting this journal 17 years old.
Let's see... I am about 174 cm tall, extremely pale skinned and asking a lady her weight is rude you know... Mmm what else... Oh I have fire red hair and forest green eyes with the center being brown...
I'm an extremely happy person on the outside but on the inside I'm actually rather empty of feelings... Walking around feeling numb... All the bullying and fights and backstabbing I had to deal with made it hard for me to really trust anyone.
I was never really strong but I was the best in my track team in my old school oh and I have some musical talents, I'm no prodigy or anything...hehehheh...
I always wear a hat... No matter how hot it was outside and it got really harsh with my hair reaching my butt...
I never had close ties with my family except my mother and brother, since I was born looking different from my siblings and my father doesn't believe I'm his daughter...
The ears and tail might make him think that, what did I forget to mention I had a tail and ears like a fox?
As I mentioned I got bullied... My left ear still bears a mark from a time one of my classmates tried if my ears were real and they cut it...
My mother decided to homeschool me after that... My father was glad that I didn't leave the house anymore to bring shame to his name...
I often heard my father and my mother fight about me, father got drunk daily and started yelling that my mother slept with animals before she gave birth to a mutt like me...
My mother passed away and my brother tried to get custody of me and my sister but the courts decided that he was too young and my father was capable of taking care of us and giving us what we need...
Three days after my mother passed that I started a fire with my mind... My father yelled that he knew all along I was a freak and then left me in the house alone... He took my younger sister and ran and I never heard of them again... So that was a bad week...
My older brother took me in but he had his own family to take care of... I lived with him for about a month before I got to make the choice... I wanted to stay with my brother but I knew it was a strain on his marriage that I lived with them...
Soo... That's probably all I will tell you at the start of this... Let's move on to the story?
The ears and tail too much?
I can't know if you won't tell meeeh...