Lindsey grew up only knowing her false father. She knew her self to be
ordinary and only with one or two odd occurrences. Like the time she was on
her friend Nicole's trampoline. Nicole and Lindsey's half brother Andrew
bounced with Lindsey on the trampoline. Lindsey had jumped to high and
became very frightened. She went higher into the air and seemed to freeze
she looked around and could see the tops of trees. She also saw the roves
of houses on the next block. Before she knew it she had started to fall
fast. A scream from Nicole brought Lindsey back to the moment. She had
landed on Nicole's toe.
A great depression came over Lindsey and she could not find a reason for it. Life seemed all to quite for Lindsey she wanted something more. That something Lindsey desired was soon to come in her eighth grade year in school. Lindsey acquired a taste in the arts. She loved drawing and acting. The middle school had a drama club and so Lindsey joined the club. There first production was a bit of a flop. You Ain't Nothin' But A Werewolf was there second production and it was a success. Rehearsals took place every Tuesday after school. Joyce was the name of Lindsey's character she was a waitress. A bit of a small role but Lindsey did not mind. "I added a bit of pizzazz to my character." Lindsey said to her director. "How have you added 'pizzazz' to Joyce?" the director said and had made quotes in the air when she said pizzazz. "I have given her an accent."
The accent was supposed to be a New York one but it sounded a bit like a New Jersey with a Boston one instead. One day when Lindsey was not needed to rehears she sat alone and listened to her disc-man. System of a Down was blaring, Lindsey enjoyed rock music thoroughly. Getting lonely she sat near a bunch of girls that she kind of new and worked with in a scene. They noticed a chubby but yet not morbidly obese girl. Her eyes were dark brown. She also wore dark clothes and her curly long brown hair hid her face, however her glasses shined through. They moved to another spot in the auditorium and again Lindsey was left alone hiding behind her curly long brown hair. No matter how much therapy Lindsey took she could not get over her self loathing. She hated the way she looked. She had the usual puberty complaints. Her hormones were swirling trough her and the therapists said that maybe the reason she felt so depressed. Even her mother said that it happens when you grow up. Lindsey swore it was something more.
Tears almost drizzled down Lindsey's cheeks; she had blamed her self for what just happened. She managed not to cry. Sitting there looking at the floor for a moment or two gathering herself back together a girl of 18 years sat across from her in the distance. She sat on the steps of the stage in the corner drawing. She had long dirty blond hair with azure eyes that were filled with deep emotion and yet she seemed calm. Her name was Brenda; the director introduced her to all the kids as the music tech. She seemed nice enough. Lindsey spotted Brenda and noticed she was drawing and knowing Lindsey and her curiosity and her taste for the arts headed over to her. Brenda did not notice Lindsey looking at her draw until she said "Nice drawing you have. It's very well done." Brenda looked up at Lindsey and said "Thanks." Brenda went back to drawing and said "Who are you?" "Lindsey McLaughlin." Lindsey said with a smile.
After that they got talking and they hit there friendship off into a full swing. The first day they met Brenda said she was a Pagan. Lindsey had no trouble with that. (Incase you don't know what paganism is: it's when you worship a mother goddess.) They spent tons of the time talking but that never got in the way of Lindsey's rehearsal. Only one or two times they slipped up. When the premier of the play was only weeks away Lindsey came to except the fact that Brenda was a werewolf. Brenda had told her one day after rehearsal. Lindsey was a very open minded person at a very young age. How ironic Lindsey thought a werewolf on the staff of a production called: You Ain't Nothin' But A Werewolf. She laughed to her self.
Brenda trusted Lindsey enough with a lot of her secrets. This was true Lindsey was and still is trust worthy.
A great depression came over Lindsey and she could not find a reason for it. Life seemed all to quite for Lindsey she wanted something more. That something Lindsey desired was soon to come in her eighth grade year in school. Lindsey acquired a taste in the arts. She loved drawing and acting. The middle school had a drama club and so Lindsey joined the club. There first production was a bit of a flop. You Ain't Nothin' But A Werewolf was there second production and it was a success. Rehearsals took place every Tuesday after school. Joyce was the name of Lindsey's character she was a waitress. A bit of a small role but Lindsey did not mind. "I added a bit of pizzazz to my character." Lindsey said to her director. "How have you added 'pizzazz' to Joyce?" the director said and had made quotes in the air when she said pizzazz. "I have given her an accent."
The accent was supposed to be a New York one but it sounded a bit like a New Jersey with a Boston one instead. One day when Lindsey was not needed to rehears she sat alone and listened to her disc-man. System of a Down was blaring, Lindsey enjoyed rock music thoroughly. Getting lonely she sat near a bunch of girls that she kind of new and worked with in a scene. They noticed a chubby but yet not morbidly obese girl. Her eyes were dark brown. She also wore dark clothes and her curly long brown hair hid her face, however her glasses shined through. They moved to another spot in the auditorium and again Lindsey was left alone hiding behind her curly long brown hair. No matter how much therapy Lindsey took she could not get over her self loathing. She hated the way she looked. She had the usual puberty complaints. Her hormones were swirling trough her and the therapists said that maybe the reason she felt so depressed. Even her mother said that it happens when you grow up. Lindsey swore it was something more.
Tears almost drizzled down Lindsey's cheeks; she had blamed her self for what just happened. She managed not to cry. Sitting there looking at the floor for a moment or two gathering herself back together a girl of 18 years sat across from her in the distance. She sat on the steps of the stage in the corner drawing. She had long dirty blond hair with azure eyes that were filled with deep emotion and yet she seemed calm. Her name was Brenda; the director introduced her to all the kids as the music tech. She seemed nice enough. Lindsey spotted Brenda and noticed she was drawing and knowing Lindsey and her curiosity and her taste for the arts headed over to her. Brenda did not notice Lindsey looking at her draw until she said "Nice drawing you have. It's very well done." Brenda looked up at Lindsey and said "Thanks." Brenda went back to drawing and said "Who are you?" "Lindsey McLaughlin." Lindsey said with a smile.
After that they got talking and they hit there friendship off into a full swing. The first day they met Brenda said she was a Pagan. Lindsey had no trouble with that. (Incase you don't know what paganism is: it's when you worship a mother goddess.) They spent tons of the time talking but that never got in the way of Lindsey's rehearsal. Only one or two times they slipped up. When the premier of the play was only weeks away Lindsey came to except the fact that Brenda was a werewolf. Brenda had told her one day after rehearsal. Lindsey was a very open minded person at a very young age. How ironic Lindsey thought a werewolf on the staff of a production called: You Ain't Nothin' But A Werewolf. She laughed to her self.
Brenda trusted Lindsey enough with a lot of her secrets. This was true Lindsey was and still is trust worthy.