okay...its been awile since ive been on here....im gonna give this new story a try...yes i deleted my two other "stories"(they didnt get very far)...jtlyk, this is a christian-like story...it isnt very christian at first, but its a story about spiritual changes...oh, happy easter everyone!!! CHAPTER 1
Blonde, large round baby blue eyes, sixteen but four foot nine. Alexandra was intelligent, stubborn and beautiful. The complete opposite from her highly catholic family, she chose to party, sleep with her on again-off again boyfriend, get drunk and high and play with her voodoo dolls instead of ggo to church, pray or read the bible. She wore nothing but black(unless it was from Spencer's or Hot-Topic). Her feathery bangs were always in her face and down to her chin. Her hair fell in distinct waves to her buttocks. She had a button nose and hard, square chin that her mother swore was a result of her father's equal stubborness. Her entire room was covered in posters. Not a bit of wall was exposed. Alexandra looked at her Edward Cissor Hands clock one more time before picking up her Twighlight shoulder bag ang running down stairs.
As usual, her tall,dark, handsom and insanely annoying step-father was downstairs in his plaid longsleve shirt, cowboy hat and boots and his longhorn belt buckle. His unruely curly mouse brown hair stuck out the bottom of his brown hat. Margie, Alexandra's four year old half sister was seated at the bar with a bowl of chocolate Rice Crispies in front of her. Her long, chocolate brown hair was pulled into pig-tails. She was dressed in a pastel pink-and-purple sundress with matching sandels. She turned her stunningly intelligent bright brown eyes on her older sister. "You goin' to church with us tonight?" Her small voice inquired. The slight wearyness in her voice portrayed that she already knew the negative answer, but still hope for a positive one. "Miss. Jones is gonna be my teacher." She added as if it would help. Miss. Jones was Alexandra's best friend's aunt. She was another spiritual nut.
Saturday nights and Sunday mornings, Alex's family went to the catholic masses in town. Then, on wedensday evenings, the went to the baptist church nextdoor. When her mom and step-dad didn't have to work on Sunday, they'd go to the catholic and baptist. Alex just took off before they could force her to go.
"No, I got stuff to do with Ian tonight." Alexandra reached over and grabbed a banana. She pecked Margie on the cheek and turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, completely ignoring Rob, now trying to console his sad baby. Before she could get out the door, Alex was stoped again. A woman that was only a head taller than her grabbed her arm. She looked esactly like Alex, but her chin was soft and round and her nose was long and pointed. Her white-blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. She wore a pastel pink woman's buisiness suit and held a matching briefcase. Thin black frames rested on her nose. She tapped a pink heel.
"Where are you going to be tonight?" Alex shrugged. She knew she didn't have to lie, her mother knew esactly what she did outside the house, but it was fun to mess with her mother's head. "Studying at the public library. Why." Her mother pinched her lips and skepticism shone in her eyes. "Why don't I beleive that?" Her alto voice asked. "Angus, would I lie to you?" 'I would make an amazing actrss. No wonder I'm so good at poker.' Alex thought to herself as she held a perfectly innocent and slightly hurt face in place. She hadn't called her mother mom or anything of the sort sine she was five. "Yes. You would." She snapped It always got on her nerves when her own daughhter called her by name.
"Don't worry. I wont come home pregnant." Alexandra laughed in Angus's face and walked out the door to her 1978 chevey silverado(newly refurbished by her pal, Ian Jones). She tuned in on, threw it in reverse, and sped down the quiet road toward the high school. She picked up her mint chocolate out of her bag and hit the #2 speed dial. "Hello?" A deep, musky voice came from the other line. "We still crashin' tonight?" She asked, already knowing he knew who she was. "Hell yeah, man! Callin' Joey? Or should I." Alex shook her head to herself. "Nope. We broke off again last night." She heard snickering from the other end. "Who did it this time?" "I did. He said he wasn't goin' tonight 'cuz he got news that someone 'dangerous' was crashin' too, 'n' I called him a puss 'n' e got pissed. So I told him to screw off." She shrugged at the end. "Danm. You wonderin' who he was talkin' 'bout?" "Yeah, but I ain't gonna worry. See yaa in two." At his, "Aight, bye", she hung up and pulled into her parking spot. When her favorite pair of cheerleaders walked by and glared at her when she pretended to try and run them over, she smiled and muttered, "Today's gonna be a good day."