Dream Series 7.2.12People just don't understand. Thirteen-year-old's have hard lives too. We're old enough to have responsibility but not old enough to do anything. It's the time of frustrating adjustment to "adult-hood" or what ever. Either way, my parents weren't around much but they still acted like they could control my life. With how often they're alone, I'm pretty much living on my own with a bunch of servants... Tonight though, something was wrong. The servants weren't doing things they were normally doing... something seemed sinister about it, though they had made no move at me. Instead of letting my fears continue to snowball, I slipped out the back, nobody noticed anyway. They really didn't care too much about me. They probably thought I was a spoiled little brat - I mean I was adopted into a family that owned millions, but I lived a poor life first. I walked back to the orphanage that I was adopted from. There I curled up with my boyfriend - we had been together since we were littl
Dream Series 7.1.12A soft pair of lips pressed against mine, and as they drew away I looked up into my boyfriend's face. He looked to be of Native American decent, his long black hair laid in a braid down his back. His eyes were soft, but only for me, for others they were quite sharp, and his stare could almost literally cut you in half. I wasn't exactly a fan of the people that he hung out with, but it just wasn't my place to say anything, they were his friends, and even if I didn't approve, I couldn't control him. "I'll pick you up at eight tonight," he said gently, and gave me another kiss before he headed off with a group of his friends. I could tell they were planning something, I wanted to follow, but I also didn't want to intrude. I went back to my house and started to care for my Pokemon. I was giving my Ninetails her usual grooming, she was very special to me, the way Pikachu is to Ash. She was my first, and we've been close ever since. I talked with her for quite a while,
Dream Series 6.10.12Sixteen years old, long white hair, and bright maroon eyes hidden by colored contacts. - This is me, an orphan now, taken in by the government trained and in training to take care of problems both within our mostly peaceful country, and outside, where the rest of the world is at total war.Right now, I'm in class. Not like regular school, this is the government's after school school. We learn strategy and train our strengths. This is my least favorite class, we are wearing Olympic styled outfits and working on single bars. I don't hate it because I can't do it, I hate it because my legs still show the scars from when my house burned to the ground. I hated showing them, and they wouldn't let me wear anything else. They said I had to overcome it... but I don't think that that is going to happen, as much as they think I can do it. I was fairly new, but I was improving fast, but the only other problem I had with our government classes was that we had even more home
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