Post by ansley on Oct 24, 2011 15:32:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE ANSLEY RENEE TUCKER EDITION  EIGHTEEN , SENIOR, REJECTS , MEGAN FOX "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." How could you not know my name? Whatever, anyway, It's Ansley Renee Tucker. I don't have any real cool nicknames, so just stick with Ansley. "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" Lived here my whole life, but I can't wait to get the hell out of this crap whole. Every where I look someone else is trying to get in my business, not that I can blame them, I'm pretty much awesome, but still. It's annoying, not to mention portland isn't the best. I was thinking texas someday. "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" Hmm, well. Let me think. I guess flirty, but it's not really my fault i'm hot and know it. Guys just can't keep there paws off of me. Not that I don't enjoy encouraging it. I tend to be a of a tease, or well something along those lines. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm pretty bitchy. I like to get my way and I expect other people to understand that. Through all of the crap i've been through, I deserve more then then the world could ever give me. I guess you could call me somewhat of a party girl. If it wasn't for me, parties wouldn't be fun. They don't start until I show up, or well it used to be that way anyway. Oh and I can hold my liqueur better then any girl I know. If you tell anyone this I might have to come back and murder you, but I can be a real sweetheart. To the right people of course. I do have a heart, even if other people can't see it. It's just easier to be rude to everyone then to be nice and get hurt, ya'know? Okay, so one more? Hmmm. I'm smart, if that counts for anything. Back when i was on top, people thought I was dim-witted and stupid, to bad they didn't know I'm for the most part and all A student. I enjoy learning, but it's hard to not get caught up in the, well high school aspect of it all. So that's five...I'll give you another one, I might be talking to you, but i'm not exactly an open book. "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" I'm not much into T.V, or knitting at that. I love reading, it takes my mind off of things. Like I said earlier, I party when I can, oh and I never was a cheerleader type, but you can try a swimmer. That's right. I swim. Not for the school sadly. but out of school, I break records and work out a lot. Not many people know that either, swimming is somewhat of a loser sport according to the populars, and when I was one, they would have made fun of me for it. so let's keep that under raps, okay. I like to cook, and I'm pretty good at it. I also enjoy animals, they are so cute. I'm not to much into cold weather, but cute fall clothes aren't bad. I hate hate hate fake people, considering people think I am one, I some times feel as if I have to hate myself. Though I'm not fake, people just assume shit and don't take the time to get to know me. I'm my own strength, I rely on no one but myself, I've learned that's the only way it can be. And for weaknesses, I think people in general are, not that I would ever say that to anyone I know. "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" It was my biggest secret, but I suppose it's not anymore. I aborted a child because i feel i'm not fit to be a mother yet, and the guy I had it with was surely not fit to be a father. and my biggest fear would have to be that I end up alone. I don't think most people understand how scary it is to not have anyone. That's how I see it any way. everyone needs someone. "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." Hahaha, It's fine. I'm very straight. Hello I got knocked up. I love football players, yummy. But more so I love smart guys. I mean a guy who knows what they're talking about, and who can have a somewhat intelligent conversation with you, not just "uhm hey, wanna fuck" yeah they are pretty cute. Bet you saw this one coming, swimmer boys. Duh, they have the best bodies, and we'd match. "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" Haha, well to the people at school I like rap and hip-hop. Stuff like drake and brittney spears. But in reality I love all types of music. Five of my favorite songs would be Rascle flatts- take me there. Pink-nobody knows, O.A.R- Shatter, Death cab for cutie- tiny vessels and paramore-monster. I guess they all in some weird way relate to me, or at least how I feel. "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" Well, I used to do some modeling, and I really like it. So when I get out of this town, I would love to go to the big apple and try my luck there. Or even maybe acting. No not that geeky theater acting. Like movie actress. God I'd love to be in front of a camera with a bunch of hot guys and action clips. But really, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I know get married eventually. And when the time is right, possibly have kids. Other then that, no clue. I'm just going to take it a step at a time, first getting my amazing reputation back and taking down that awful Sydney. After that we'll see. "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" Well my daddy is in the army, and isn't really home very often. Actually it kind of sucks because my mom is obviously always cheating on him and well. that's kind of pathetic of her, she acts like she's in high school with me. But worse cause I never see her either. She is either at work, she owns a bridal store, or hanging out with the many men she is screwing. Not that you'd really care. As for Siblings I have an older brother who is my world, he's eighteen and a senior. He's usually always there for me and wouldn't let anything happen to me, well that he can control. I tell him everything and anything. I guess you could say we are there for each other, though he is a lot nicer to people then I am. More trusting. Stupid is how I would put it, but it's him, and I find him being a good guy gives me even more of a right to be a snobby bitch, cause well you can only have one nice person in the family, so he can be it. Oh and I have a boxer named Apollo, I love him. Other then that. I don't have much of a family. "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" Okay, cool. Let's start with my mom and dad meeting. High school, the same one I'm going to now. They used to claim it was love at first sight. To bad my mom doesn't love my dad anymore. Anyway. They graduated and my dad joined the army, but before he left for boot camp, he asked my mom to marry him, with out thinking she of course said yes. She was 'faithful' while he was gone, and as soon as he returned they had their wedding, and with the money for his 'job' she opened up her own bridal shop. Mind you they were only in there twentys during all of this, so they started kind of young. My dad was soon deployed to Iraq, two months after he'd left, my mother found she was pregnant with my brother. Sadly enough the army could give two shits and refused to let him come home until the day of my brothers birth. He was only home for a month after that when he was sent back. He stayed in Iraq for another year until he was granted a leave to come home. he was home for a year, and in that year, hello Ansley. Yes, I was born, woop, go me. Anwyay. I didn't see much of my dad when I was a baby, or todler. but when I was ten he was around a lot more. He would take me to the beach and to the park, and well I loved him. But when I got into my teens, he was deployed again. So I was stuck clinging to my brother. I remember him going into high school and telling me what it was like, how everyone loved him. I knew I wanted to be like him,. I wanted everyone to love me. So when I started my freshman year, it was kind of simple. Everyone knew me through my brother. We were a good looking family. So not only did I have money, but hello I'm hot. So I started ruling the school, however things took a turn for the worst. The beginning of my sophomore year I was still the queen. I had every guy I wanted, and everyone loved me...but then I let one idiot moron come into my life and BAM, everything down the drain. He was some geek, who seemed nice and thoughtful, and a drunken night, I decided to do what I did best, to bad the mornon didn't have a condom, or whatever the hell went wrong. I got knocked up, and with out second thought. Aborted the baby. Call me what you will, everyone else has, but I don't regret it. My reputation is in the shits, but trust me. I will gain it back. |
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Alaska's heart was pounding in her chest, her head spinning, why was she so moronic and idiotic that she had let some guy most likely sleep with her. She knew in her heart beau was the only guy she'd ever truly want, regardless of if he was the guy she needed to be with. As the phone stopped buzzing, she watched Beau's eyes go from somewhat okay, to stern, pissed, and almost out of control. 'What the fuck is this?' Alaska shrunk back by the anger in his words. She still felt sick from the night before and wasn't really in the mood for a blow out fight tonight. Then again Alaska's pride was to big to even give up and let him win, let him have a right to be mad. No, instead she insisted on fighting back. She insisted on turning it into a blood fest. "Well Beau, that would be a shirt, a guys shirt at that. He was friendly, from what I can recall that is." Alaska's words were sarcastic and bitter mixed in one. Not only that but the way the sentence was set up was so proper in it's grammar that she knew it would piss beau off even that much more. Alaska slowly made her way over to beau, keeping her eyes locked on his. Right now would be a the time a normal girl, who knew she was in the wrong and could accept that would simply start crying and admit what she had done, not Alaska though. Instead she reached out, grabbed the shirt with one hand and yanked it out of Beau's, well more then a yank, he did after all have a tight grip on it. Lifting the blue polo to her face she took in a big sniff then lowered the shirt with a cynical smile. "Oh and he smelled really nice" she laughed tossing it back at beau and turning away from him.
She didn't walk away though, instead she stood there, holding back tears. Ronni wanted nothing more to turn around and fall into his arms, but she couldn't and wouldn't. Instead she used her ability of Empathy to calm herself down, and for a moment she almost used it to calm Beau, to make him relax, not be mad, to be okay with her, and for them to just hug each other. However, she didn't touch him with her ability. No, Ronni made the whole room feel more intense. "You couldn't possibly think I'd get drunk alone did you? I mean really, Beau, what's the fun in that love?" she said still facing her back towards him. "It's quite pathetic you honestly believe you're ever going to be the only guy in my life." she hissed taking a step further from him. She was still using her ability to hold back her true feelings, and she could feel his anger burn into her back. She couldn't bare to turn towards him, just one look and Ronni knew she would snap, break down. She had to make him mad, verbally mad, once he screamed at her, she'd be able to take anything he threw at her. Literally that is.
Scanning the room, Alaska looked for other things left over from the night before. It wasn't long before she found a second shirt that wasn't hers. Walking to it, she picked it up and tossed it behind her. "Not yours... again walked to another article of clothing she had know idea of whos it was and picked it up, tossing it backwards to Beau. "Not yours..." and then a few more steps to some pants. "Oh and these are definitely not yours.." her voice cold and bitter, as she tossed them back as well. "You know it's somewhat sad that I have more clothes from random guys here, then I have of yours. How does that make you feel Beau, cause it makes me feel like I rule the world. It makes me feel like I can have anyone I want, and well, I like that." Ronni was being more harsh then she'd been, ever. Maybe it was the fact that she just wanted to feel like she actually ruled the world, maybe it was the fact she wanted to believe any guy could be hers, or maybe it was the fact she was so in love with Beau, that the only way she knew how to handle it was to be a complete bitch. Only because the last time she loved someone, or well she loved at all, they all died, in vain at that.
"So baby coming over uninvited never seems to work in any ones favor but my own. You could have waited for me to clean up, put things away. But you just couldn't wait, which is okay I suppose. I'm not the one hurting, I'm just fine." she laughed threw red eyes and a hot face. Ronni wasn't fine, she was killing herself inside, she wanted to just be dead right then and there. What was wrong with her? Why did she have to make people hurt as bad as she did? Why did she have to make Beau of all people hurt, or be mad or just anything wrong? She did love him, she did want only him, he was and will always be the only thing she has, and yet something inside of her wouldn't let her admit that out loud, something wouldn't let her be happy with just him. Something wouldn't let her be happy period, not fully anyway.
She didn't walk away though, instead she stood there, holding back tears. Ronni wanted nothing more to turn around and fall into his arms, but she couldn't and wouldn't. Instead she used her ability of Empathy to calm herself down, and for a moment she almost used it to calm Beau, to make him relax, not be mad, to be okay with her, and for them to just hug each other. However, she didn't touch him with her ability. No, Ronni made the whole room feel more intense. "You couldn't possibly think I'd get drunk alone did you? I mean really, Beau, what's the fun in that love?" she said still facing her back towards him. "It's quite pathetic you honestly believe you're ever going to be the only guy in my life." she hissed taking a step further from him. She was still using her ability to hold back her true feelings, and she could feel his anger burn into her back. She couldn't bare to turn towards him, just one look and Ronni knew she would snap, break down. She had to make him mad, verbally mad, once he screamed at her, she'd be able to take anything he threw at her. Literally that is.
Scanning the room, Alaska looked for other things left over from the night before. It wasn't long before she found a second shirt that wasn't hers. Walking to it, she picked it up and tossed it behind her. "Not yours... again walked to another article of clothing she had know idea of whos it was and picked it up, tossing it backwards to Beau. "Not yours..." and then a few more steps to some pants. "Oh and these are definitely not yours.." her voice cold and bitter, as she tossed them back as well. "You know it's somewhat sad that I have more clothes from random guys here, then I have of yours. How does that make you feel Beau, cause it makes me feel like I rule the world. It makes me feel like I can have anyone I want, and well, I like that." Ronni was being more harsh then she'd been, ever. Maybe it was the fact that she just wanted to feel like she actually ruled the world, maybe it was the fact she wanted to believe any guy could be hers, or maybe it was the fact she was so in love with Beau, that the only way she knew how to handle it was to be a complete bitch. Only because the last time she loved someone, or well she loved at all, they all died, in vain at that.
"So baby coming over uninvited never seems to work in any ones favor but my own. You could have waited for me to clean up, put things away. But you just couldn't wait, which is okay I suppose. I'm not the one hurting, I'm just fine." she laughed threw red eyes and a hot face. Ronni wasn't fine, she was killing herself inside, she wanted to just be dead right then and there. What was wrong with her? Why did she have to make people hurt as bad as she did? Why did she have to make Beau of all people hurt, or be mad or just anything wrong? She did love him, she did want only him, he was and will always be the only thing she has, and yet something inside of her wouldn't let her admit that out loud, something wouldn't let her be happy with just him. Something wouldn't let her be happy period, not fully anyway.
SHELBY, WAY TO LONG, LWUT, MOD EDIT
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