When I was 10, J.R. had to go and see Vince about something. Knowing it was the perfect opportunity to really piss Stephanie off i asked to come.I got there and immediatley went to Stephanies room and found her favorite doll. I decided the best way to do it was to rip off its head. (i know i was an evil child) When the job was done i went done stairs and waited. When i heard Steph scream I knew my job was done and rushed up there to see what was wrong.
"what happened?" I asked trying to sound concerned.
" Nothing. I just stubbed my toe." When i looked over to the doll i relized the head was fully attached. I ran out the door disapointed and went outside to climb a very tall tree. All was going fine till it started to rain. All was going fine untill I slipped down and fell. Feeling my legs break when I landed I looked over to see shane running towards me. He picked me up and carried me the whole one block to the hospital.
Till this day i still dont know why the fuck tht boy helped me. I walked out to the vending machine where i met a writer.
"Um, Celestia. We got a new angle." She said timidly. "your name is Thorn. You do what you want when you want. Just tell us if its gonna affect a match. Ok?"
"Whatever..." I said as I walked away.
"what happened?" I asked trying to sound concerned.
" Nothing. I just stubbed my toe." When i looked over to the doll i relized the head was fully attached. I ran out the door disapointed and went outside to climb a very tall tree. All was going fine till it started to rain. All was going fine untill I slipped down and fell. Feeling my legs break when I landed I looked over to see shane running towards me. He picked me up and carried me the whole one block to the hospital.
Till this day i still dont know why the fuck tht boy helped me. I walked out to the vending machine where i met a writer.
"Um, Celestia. We got a new angle." She said timidly. "your name is Thorn. You do what you want when you want. Just tell us if its gonna affect a match. Ok?"
"Whatever..." I said as I walked away.
