He was one of those guys that made you nervous to look at for too long. He had long curly black hair, bushy eyebrows and dark brown eyes. now dont get me wrong, he wasnt a monster, in fact he was dangerously attractive. He had a thin long tan face, a tall body which made him look oddly skinny and at times fragile.
He seemed to always be wearing a white t-shirt over medium blue jeans and white and black shoes. on occasion when it got colder he always wore an olive green sweater with golden tan fur in the hood.
Teykon and i went to a private school on Atrustun Island, off the coast of Washington. the halls were filled with trim blonde hair, and baby blue eyes, sweater bests, kakhis, suits and cardigans. clean crisp ponytails and shiny cell phones. the school was complete with shiny silver cars, daddies with large check books, beauty-pagent mothers, multi-million dollar homes and private jets.
I think the reason why I was so drawn to him, Teykon I mean, was because I was so much like him. No i didnt have shoulder length black curle hair and all that, in fact i had pale skin, pin straight medium brown hair, brown eyes and a mass of orange freckles that flowered my face, especially around my nose. I mean that the reason why we are alike is because we dont really fit in. Teykon on the outside, me on the inside.
My life wasnt worth much, you see, i didnt drive, i had no parents, well, parents that are alive, i lived with my foster parents actually, two scientists nearly unknown to the island of atrustun, except for my foster mother who was becomming increasingly more known. My foster mother, she was a job, when i had first come to live with them she had insisted to change my name, and to change my birthday to fit her idea of the idealistic child she had always wanted. I went from being Casapey Torre to Wren Roak. I was aged by four months as well.
my foster mother, nearing her 40's had recently discovered a cure for a disease knwon as the weap. the weap messed with your eye ducts and made you continuously cry for days, weeks, and sometimes months. the weap had recently been spreading like wildfire across the country for years and my foster mother had put a stop to it.
My dad my foster that is, i really loved. he was funny, smart, and really caring. he looked enough like me physically, and faught with my mom to have my middle name be Casapey so i didnt completely lose my identity, and on my real birthday he always took me out for icecream
He seemed to always be wearing a white t-shirt over medium blue jeans and white and black shoes. on occasion when it got colder he always wore an olive green sweater with golden tan fur in the hood.
Teykon and i went to a private school on Atrustun Island, off the coast of Washington. the halls were filled with trim blonde hair, and baby blue eyes, sweater bests, kakhis, suits and cardigans. clean crisp ponytails and shiny cell phones. the school was complete with shiny silver cars, daddies with large check books, beauty-pagent mothers, multi-million dollar homes and private jets.
I think the reason why I was so drawn to him, Teykon I mean, was because I was so much like him. No i didnt have shoulder length black curle hair and all that, in fact i had pale skin, pin straight medium brown hair, brown eyes and a mass of orange freckles that flowered my face, especially around my nose. I mean that the reason why we are alike is because we dont really fit in. Teykon on the outside, me on the inside.
My life wasnt worth much, you see, i didnt drive, i had no parents, well, parents that are alive, i lived with my foster parents actually, two scientists nearly unknown to the island of atrustun, except for my foster mother who was becomming increasingly more known. My foster mother, she was a job, when i had first come to live with them she had insisted to change my name, and to change my birthday to fit her idea of the idealistic child she had always wanted. I went from being Casapey Torre to Wren Roak. I was aged by four months as well.
my foster mother, nearing her 40's had recently discovered a cure for a disease knwon as the weap. the weap messed with your eye ducts and made you continuously cry for days, weeks, and sometimes months. the weap had recently been spreading like wildfire across the country for years and my foster mother had put a stop to it.
My dad my foster that is, i really loved. he was funny, smart, and really caring. he looked enough like me physically, and faught with my mom to have my middle name be Casapey so i didnt completely lose my identity, and on my real birthday he always took me out for icecream
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