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[/b][/color][/font] LOGAN ALISSA BANKS*
kinda looks like: Toni Garrn[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: 26
+Student or Riding Instructor: student
+Riding Level: intermediate
+Gender: female
+Sexuality: straight
+Student or Riding Instructor: student
+Riding Level: intermediate
+Gender: female
+Sexuality: straight
JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]
I was the daughter of a fairly rich family, and I was always the best of the 8 children. I went to school and did practically everything that I was told to do. When things started to get hard, though, I started to give up. One day, I was at a store when a gunman came in and shot a few people, meaning to shoot me, but missing. At least... that's what I tell people anyway. All the police saw was three dead people and myself. I begged them, but whenever the police asked witnesses, they said that they all only saw me and the three dead people. I was sentenced to life in prison, but my parents managed to buy me out of that.
After I got out of prison, I was no longer allowed back into my old school, so I became a sex addict. I started calling up all my old friends and just wanting to have sex all the time. All the guys from my old school knew me well because of this, and I loved every minute of it. When my parents found out about what I had been doing all day, they were furious. I was going against the family name. They did everything to try and stop me, but it was really no good. They put me into a rehab school until I was 18 and could free myself. I must say that the school did help me quite a bit. I no longer feel the need to have sex all the time.
I started riding not long after they released me from rehab. My parents were proud that I had straightened myself out. They realized that I was bringing back their reputation for being excellent parents. A few years later, they bought me a few horses of my own and I raised them well, bringing up two of them as jumpers and the other as a dressage horse. Their names became known in the small town that I lived in. Soon, my parents realized that they wanted me to be at the top. They wanted me to be the best their ever was, and so they showed me Gemara Manor.
YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]
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What if everyone admitted to the crimes that they did? What if no one committed any crimes? What if, under the constitution of the United States, any and all crimes were punishable by death? Would anyone be where they were today? Certainly there would be no prison. There would be no place to go for committing a crime except to the executioner who would then kill you without a second thought. Maybe the world would be a better place. Or maybe, some of the innocent would be killed while the criminals got away. That's what would have happened to me, Anthony O'Reilly. Killed without a second thought. Maybe it's a good thing that the Constitution states that you may not be automatically killed if you have committed a crime.
Of course, I should have been killed right away. Sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but everyone that had seen the actual crime happen had said that I had been the one to do it. Ironic, huh? Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam. Just like that, you are put in jail for life. Well, unless your parents are filthy stinkin' rich. Then you have another option. You have the option to move to a different town and start your life over again, trying to forget the past. Then again, maybe if I had stayed in jail, my brother might not have been shot and killed. Something like that was hard to shake off. I couldn't help but think if I had just stayed in jail, they wouldn't have moved to this horrid town, and my brother might still be with my. My closest brother.
And of course, being a middle child of eight -well, seven now- had it's advantages and disadvantages. For instance, an advantage could possibly be that you are hardly noticed among your siblings. Yet, that could also be a bad thing. Ever since being sent to prison, though, I was glad to have a large family. Plus, the larger the family, the more shoulders to lean on. Though now that Martin was gone, I didn't really have many siblings that I could cry to. For example, the twins, Scott and Carolina, were only fourteen, and they didn't know much about comforting their older siblings, Zenon was six and Lucas was eight, so they didn't really know much of anything. Really the only two people that I had were ConnOr and William, but they were both older than me and reminded me too much of Martin.
It was hard to have a large family and still not have anyone to cry to. Then again, with moving to Hawthorne Academy, I hadn't really seen any of my siblings too much. I knew that they all went here -except for Zenon and Lucas- because, in reality, we all had problems. Mine? Hah. Funny you ask because it is sexual addiction. After Martin was killed, I started to feel unloved, and that led to the wanting to have sex. It would make me feel better. It did make me feel better. But it was more feeling better about myself then anything. I think that part of me wanted to impress Martin and to show him that I really was a sexy beast, but part of me just really liked the thought and feeling of sex. Since moving to Hawthorne, though, no one seemed to care about me. They all just seemed to make fun of my name. Anthony. They stated that it was a guy's name and that I was a trans gender for having such a name. But Annie wasn't a guy's name, was it now?
I sighed as I walked through the gardens, exploring and looking around at the many flowers that sprouted. Flowers were such beautiful things, colorful and growing in all shapes and designs. They were wonderful things, mostly symbolizing peace and happiness. At least, that's what I thought of when I saw them. Some people hated flowers and I had always wondered why. What was there to hate about a flower? I shook my head and looked up, examining the people in the gardens. The normal people: girls just looking at the flowers, a few guys prowling around searching for the right girl to snatch and take back to their dorm, a few nerds here and there who were studying the flowers and taking down notes. All the same. And then someone caught my eye and I started walking toward him for God only knows what reason.
Ripped jeans, ripped t-shirt, a cigarette in hand. I could just tell that he probably wasn't good news, and yet, he was looking at some white daisies, not studying them like a nerd, not looking for any girls, just looking at them. I walked up beside him and looked down at the daisies as well. What I saw in them was probably different then what he saw, but I saw my brother, Martin. I saw him laughing and playing with me when we were younger. And suddenly he stopped, right next to a pure white daisy. He plucked it and wove it into my hair saying, 'A pure soul will never die.' I bit my lip hard, trying to force the tears to stay back as I spoke to the guy that I had approached. "Daisies are beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I said, thinking of how terrible saying that was to try and start a conversation.
Of course, I should have been killed right away. Sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but everyone that had seen the actual crime happen had said that I had been the one to do it. Ironic, huh? Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam. Just like that, you are put in jail for life. Well, unless your parents are filthy stinkin' rich. Then you have another option. You have the option to move to a different town and start your life over again, trying to forget the past. Then again, maybe if I had stayed in jail, my brother might not have been shot and killed. Something like that was hard to shake off. I couldn't help but think if I had just stayed in jail, they wouldn't have moved to this horrid town, and my brother might still be with my. My closest brother.
And of course, being a middle child of eight -well, seven now- had it's advantages and disadvantages. For instance, an advantage could possibly be that you are hardly noticed among your siblings. Yet, that could also be a bad thing. Ever since being sent to prison, though, I was glad to have a large family. Plus, the larger the family, the more shoulders to lean on. Though now that Martin was gone, I didn't really have many siblings that I could cry to. For example, the twins, Scott and Carolina, were only fourteen, and they didn't know much about comforting their older siblings, Zenon was six and Lucas was eight, so they didn't really know much of anything. Really the only two people that I had were ConnOr and William, but they were both older than me and reminded me too much of Martin.
It was hard to have a large family and still not have anyone to cry to. Then again, with moving to Hawthorne Academy, I hadn't really seen any of my siblings too much. I knew that they all went here -except for Zenon and Lucas- because, in reality, we all had problems. Mine? Hah. Funny you ask because it is sexual addiction. After Martin was killed, I started to feel unloved, and that led to the wanting to have sex. It would make me feel better. It did make me feel better. But it was more feeling better about myself then anything. I think that part of me wanted to impress Martin and to show him that I really was a sexy beast, but part of me just really liked the thought and feeling of sex. Since moving to Hawthorne, though, no one seemed to care about me. They all just seemed to make fun of my name. Anthony. They stated that it was a guy's name and that I was a trans gender for having such a name. But Annie wasn't a guy's name, was it now?
I sighed as I walked through the gardens, exploring and looking around at the many flowers that sprouted. Flowers were such beautiful things, colorful and growing in all shapes and designs. They were wonderful things, mostly symbolizing peace and happiness. At least, that's what I thought of when I saw them. Some people hated flowers and I had always wondered why. What was there to hate about a flower? I shook my head and looked up, examining the people in the gardens. The normal people: girls just looking at the flowers, a few guys prowling around searching for the right girl to snatch and take back to their dorm, a few nerds here and there who were studying the flowers and taking down notes. All the same. And then someone caught my eye and I started walking toward him for God only knows what reason.
Ripped jeans, ripped t-shirt, a cigarette in hand. I could just tell that he probably wasn't good news, and yet, he was looking at some white daisies, not studying them like a nerd, not looking for any girls, just looking at them. I walked up beside him and looked down at the daisies as well. What I saw in them was probably different then what he saw, but I saw my brother, Martin. I saw him laughing and playing with me when we were younger. And suddenly he stopped, right next to a pure white daisy. He plucked it and wove it into my hair saying, 'A pure soul will never die.' I bit my lip hard, trying to force the tears to stay back as I spoke to the guy that I had approached. "Daisies are beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I said, thinking of how terrible saying that was to try and start a conversation.
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