ticktock12

When I was little, my father was killed by a monster. I was six, my little brother Daniel was around five at the time. Ever since, our mother had raised us one part Hunters one part normal. I preferred the Hunt to the normal, ignorant life. I'm currently in freshman year and Daniel is in eighth, we are both a couple of months into the year and soaring with flying colors. I always finished early and doodled on my jeans. Mom didn't care because she would rather me draw on my jeans then get in trouble for the lack of anything to do. It was almost time for Daniel to choose which life he was going to live, I had chosen the life of a Hunter, but

I'm home sick and want to share some of my best role play posts, number one is, Nessa stood at the end of the pier. She was wearing ankle long black leggings and no shoes. A light grey long sleeved dress that reached to her knees. She was dancing slowly and her dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. Her music was nature and her beat was Time. She was facing the setting sun, so all you could see was a black silhouette. She moved slowly, but in soft, fluid movements. Her light brown flowing hair was loose and fluttering gently. Nessa moved as if she had practice this dance for all her life, but in truth, she was making it up as she went. She