Getting To Know You

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

(view spoiler)[Mattress surfing. Fort building. Trash-can swimming pool. SWAT. What do they all have in common? They were regular fixtures in the household where I got my bearings, learned to ride a two-wheel bike (later on graduating to a motorcycle). You ever meet me in person, I'd probably leave two impressions: adventurous and tough.

There were six of us kids in the downstairs portion of our two-story house in Bothell.

That old yellow house is a hotel of memories, all of 'em good... at least, from what I can remember. Diana, the kid next door. My first time skateboarding. And those nights I cuddled in next to my big bro, Levi, fell asleep to quiet inside jokes, and woke up to silently observe him on stealth mode, creeping through the room to gather his stuff and get to school on time.

But he didn't leave- not before singing the teddy-bear wake-up song to me.

As I grew, my face chubbed out with the rest of my body. Not that the brothers really cared. The kid games I played with my older brothers changed form with age. We went from hide-and-seek to downstairs SWAT- couple of us armed with Nerf Guns while the others played convict and hid in the shadows, waiting to sneak up behind the coppers and snap their necks.

The groups at school didn't really fit my style- I was a weird kid, to say the least. Short hair, frumpy hand-me-downs from the boys. I wasn't part of the girls group. But I always socialized nicely with the cootie-infested guys, didn't mind playing kick ball and muddying up my jeans. For that reason, I never lacked friends in school. Just the opposite. Always cracked jokes and made friends- I was the buddy. Not the beauty.

Around grade 6 is when my parents really dropped the bomb. At the time, my oldest brother was 18, and out of the house for good. The next eldest was just shy of his birthday into independence.

The rest of us moved out into the Boonies.

Suffice to say, the first couple years were rough. We were dirt poor, crammed into a two-bedroom ramshackle place with four kids, plus my parents. After living a life of luxury, this was like amping it up to hard mode. Suddenly dinner was top ramen, not steak; we were scrimping and pinching to make ends meet, and barely doing that as it was.

All the same, my family was never closer than we were then. Didn't matter how poor we were. We had our friends, our laughs, our upbeat spirit.

I hit fourteen and sprouted legs all of the sudden- faster than you can imagine. Not only that, but the increase in height did wonders for the baby fat stocked on my body. Got these weird bumps on my chest that later popped into- hello! Boobs! Suddenly guys were looking twice my way, girls were mean for no reason, and I got tongue-tied around cuties who tried to flirt me up.

As a homeschool kid, I was essentially deemed as socially retarded, and pretty okay with that, too. I had my friends, didn't need much more than that. I started getting real into sports: football. Four-wheeling. Paintball. skateboarding. I grew past my Taylor Swift phase and took a liking to rock in its various forms- old and new.

My brothers and I got closer. We spent nights out on the back roads, did stupid stuff with our friends. All I learned in growing up, I learned in the mountains of Washington State. I learned how to shoot. How to dance. How to kiss. And I learned it all the country way.

'Bout a year ago I finally reverted to public school. I was forced to overcome my shyness. (Still working on it.) Since then, two of my brothers are gone and away. Two are married. and now my 'rents are looking at real estate in Arizona.

Strange to think how things can change. But sometimes the fallout ain't as bad as it looks like. (hide spoiler)]

And there you have it.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Wow! Very nice Cheyla! You know, in every story, there's a part where information is bound to leak in a steady stream. These parts of the book, unfortunately, are less fascinating. Not yours though. You always somehow manage to hook a reader on, even when fictional characters are not involved. You know how hard it is to get me to read something that is non-fictional? Very. Yet, I soaked up you short bio, and I have to say, I am very impressed.

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

Aw, thanks Ri. *Digs toe in dirt* You're making me blush.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

No problem Chey Chey, just expressing my honest opinions. :)

Wow, I feel tempted to post a bio too. Is this thing contagious? It should be, others' pasts are proving to be very interesting!

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

Go for it! I wanna see this!

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

This is my dramatic bio-picture.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Haha, I shall! And very, very nice dramatic bio photo Chey Chey, but I do expect someone to yell "PULL THE CHORD!" and then buckets of water to miraculously fall over. But really, I love the positioning of the feet! Feet, in a photo, can be everything. :3

Kk, now that I'm one weirding you out, I guess I'll get to work on my bio!

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

Not weird! lol XD I can't wait to see this!

[Cassie]

Hehehe.... i think there's a fat chance I'm getting one of my two eyebrow piercings soon~! Just saing. I'm really excited... <3

[E.J.]

._.
I like your story Cheyla. :D
Best part:
"These bumps came along and then- HELLO! BOOBS!"

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

hahahaha, thanks, I thought it was a nice touch :D

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

Rachel (Pierced Anarchist) wrote: "Hehehe.... i think there's a fat chance I'm getting one of my two eyebrow piercings soon~! Just saing. I'm really excited... <3"

Sweeeeeet dude. I've always thought an eyebrow piercing would be mega cool, but I could never go through with it. Post a pic!

[Beck (formerly Boo)]

the sound of Autumn wrote: "No problem Chey Chey, just expressing my honest opinions. :)

Wow, I feel tempted to post a bio too. Is this thing contagious? It should be, others' pasts are proving to be very interesting!"

Feeling he same thing. (mine will be short, maybe 12 paragraphs at the most...)

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Alrighty, here it is I guess! Am nervous, I'm following after some pretty great bio, I've got big shoes to fill. o.O

(view spoiler)[Changing seems to be a theme throughout these bios. What happens to people changes them, and makes them who they are today. It's funny though, how one can change so much, but still be a lot like they were before. Well, I myself am different than the soft babbling child I was many years ago, but does anybody really completely morph from their old ways?

Anywho, let us start from the beginning. I was born to a couple who were unmarried, and unprepared. They were in love though, and they loved me very much too. Even when I screamed and cried, and fought against the urge to finally lay down my squishy infantile head and sleep. What can I say, I was stubborn.

Then my sister entered the equation, an angel compared to my ways. She had the biggest blue eyes, and curly blonde hair. I was the shrieking rebel, and she was the quiet, well-behaved little one. Thus began our glorious arguments and fruitless fights, the days of playful wrestling that always ended up in tears, and those moments where we swore we'd never talk to each other for the rest of our lives (which, I admit, usually only lasted about 20 or so minutes.) Still, my mother would always remind us of the day my dear sister was born, the day I'd met her with a happy-face balloon and a kiss on the cheek.

Of course, I moved through the stages of personality and physical appearance. I blame it on the cutting of the hair- yes, that had to be what it was! I had this really ridiculously long hair that covered my back, and with the snipping of some scissors, my quiet personality fell to the floor with those brunette locks of hair. I started developing my own, louder tastes in music, my personality became more identifiable to me (except for being inexplicably weird, I was born with that one.) My pudgy tummy grew flatter and my legs just a bit longer, while the rest of me began to curve. I branched outward, collected new friendships, adapted to what was thrown my way.

Now, look what I've become. I've started novels that grew from the dust of the ground and risen up like towers. I've blasted music into my ears at full volume, dyed my hair semi-vibrant colors, and gotten lost more times than I could possibly count. You know why? Because I'm my-freaking-self, and that's kind of awesome. (hide spoiler)]

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

I got really distracted, sorry it took me for flippin' ever!

[Psᴇᴜᴅᴏʟᴏɢᴏs [ ɢᴏɴᴇ ]]

I just developed a light sensitivity three weeks ago and had not bothered to research into it until now…
It's driving me crazy! D:

[Cassie]

Cheyla wrote: "Rachel (Pierced Anarchist) wrote: "Hehehe.... i think there's a fat chance I'm getting one of my two eyebrow piercings soon~! Just saing. I'm really excited...

Sweeeeeet dude. I've always thought..."

Will do. Each time I get a new piercing I'll post. <3

[attempted]

Autumn!!! This has nothing to do with anything, but I was looking through The Hunt and copying down our Bam/Amon and Cam/Adlai <3 story, and it's 143 pages on a word doc. *jaw drop* Mind you, I still have to go through and delete

message so and so by Kenzie Tomlinsexy

(blah blah blah))

reply | flag *

[Beck (formerly Boo)]

Rachel (Pierced Anarchist) wrote: "Cheyla wrote: "Rachel (Pierced Anarchist) wrote: "Hehehe.... i think there's a fat chance I'm getting one of my two eyebrow piercings soon~! Just saing. I'm really excited...

Sweeeeeet dude. I've..."

Yay!

[Cassie]

Lol you're welcome. I have so many to get... it'll be a slow process though, sadly. I want:
•Right naval
•Right Eyebrow (2)
•Left cartilage (3)
•Snakebites
•Gages
And my boyfriend thinks I'd look good with a tonguenpiercing too. <3

[Beck (formerly Boo)]

Snakebites and gates??? ._., I'm uneducated in the art of body decór

[Cassie]

Lol, gages. Not too large though, i'm only sttopping at half an inch. Too large gages aren't attractive to me.

[Cheyenne, Impressive, Star Fox]

Well you're getting all pierced up! That's cool. I want a tattoo. But it has to mean something to me. As far as piercings go, I used to think a belly button piercing would be cute, but they're kind up unattractive if you don't have a completely flat tummy, and I'm not QUITE there yet

[Marlene]

To Cheyla and Autumn: THIS WAS AMAZING! Both of you!
...you made me brave; maybe I'll post the story-of-my-life in the next few days too. ;)

Piercings? Cool. I'm too scared to get a piercing (besides ear rings) or a tattoo, even though I find both things cool. I couldn't get them, though.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Aww, Marlene! Thank you! Yes, you should definitely post your story soon, I'm eagerly looking forward to reading it! :)

[E.J.]

._.
I don't get piercings...
although I have been thinking of getting a tattoo. :D

[Beck (formerly Boo)]

(what are snakebites and gages???)
I have my ears peirced and sorta want a tattoo on my arm. A dot. Just a dot.

[█║ ✕ Angel ‟]

I like having rough classes, I like being pushed to do something. But being in retarded kids classes has ruined everything. I can't even get a challenge.

[Marlene]

I love tattoos too, but I don't think I'll get one. The thought of having something on your skin for your whole life and not being able to change it... I just don't know if my taste will still be the same in a few decades.
But tattoos are awesome!

[Matthew]

My sister got four tattoos... ._.

Which is the last thing in the world anyone would have expected her to do... well kind of, she is related to me so she is sort insane.

[Marlene]

What did she get?
My parents wouldn't expect me to even like tattoos either.

[Matthew]

*shrugs* I don't remember.

I think one of them was a feather.

[Matthew]

"Heeeyyy...Alec doesn't want you to come...you didn't reallllyyy wanna come...did you?"

My friend is having a birthday "party"(not really, just us going to her house) tomorrow.

Only four people. Her, a girl named Evangeline whom I am friends with, and Alec.

Alec is the kid who hates me for no reason, other then he is a petty little bitch.

So my friend is says that *points up*

I translate this as:
"Sorry, you friends with both Evangeline and me, but Alec is a bitch and doesn't want you to come to my party."

-.-

To get more with the picture, here are the six people I hang out with at school.

1. Alec: Hates my soul for no reason.
2. Allison: Best Friends with Alec... hate my soul.
3. Liam: Pretends to be nice to me.. best friends with Alec.
4. Megan: A arrogant little *mutters* who is like a terror to me for no reason.
5. Catherine: Friends with 1-3. My friend, she is just a little temperamental and a bitch.
6. Kyra: Friends with 1-4. Best friends with all of them. My friend to. Sort of nice.

These are some other people:

7. Evangeline: New kid at school. But use to be here till she moved away. Goes to my church. We are friends. See each other at lunch and church.

8. Kim: Pretty cool, friends. See each other at lunch.

9. Lily: She is like in 8th grade, but goes to my church... sort of friends.

9. Connor: Home schooled, friends, see each other at church.

None of these people are close friends at all. The ones who are real friends I never see, the ones I do see are *mutters*

You see people at my school have one of these views one me:

1. They think I am this genius person who thinks everyone else is retards and is like stuck up or something.

2. Think I am just a plain weird, probably gay or something.

3. Think I am interesting, and sort of nice and cool. But hey, I would never go up to them myself and say hello, so I can't really become friends. I just keep to myself, because I am probably really like anti-social or socially awkward and have no idea how to have a "normal" conversation with somebody, or any conversation for that matter.

It doesn't matter that I:
* Really Smart.
* I might be like really thin... but I am athletic, and could be really athletic if I ever decided to exercise. I can run the mile really fast slaughtering people at my school.
* Musically/Acting Talented when I am not nervous or freaking out.
* Can write well *shrugs* I guess.
* I am actually really nice.
* I don't know what else...


Here is my life story, the quickened version:

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* Lived in Florida till I was seven.
* Have three siblings.
* My siblings went to this strict church school... while I went to a normal school. My mom didn't want me to go to that school, she didn't like the place.
* I went to like speech school, and pre-school before kindergarten. I trouble with speech, probably because my parents thought I was deaf or mute the first couple years of my life cause I wouldn't talk to them. *shrugs* who knows why.
* I have experience bullying ever since I was little.
* We would go to these different places, and house, and my brother would always make friends with the kid... and then they would bully me.
* I was really weird as a child.
* I have a ton of these weird and maybe messed up storied of when I was really little.
* Then my parents separated, and got divorce.
* My mom took us away.
* My mom became lesbian after feeling heartbroken and separating from my dad.
* I went to like five different schools before I was even in second grade.
* My mom was dating Debbie. All the people my mom dated were really nice people, who treated us like their kids, and even sometimes spoiled us.

* Moved to New York when I was seven. Robin, mom's new girlfriend.
* Came to the school I am now.
* Went to a daycare where I spent a lot of the summer, and after school. This is where I met Megan.
* We were best friends.
* Oh yeah, my dad followed us up here. No wanting to become that distant father.
* My mom and dad are like friends now.
* I had bullied though, as usual.
* Second grade new girl moved here, name Julia-Beth or JB.
* Megan and me became friends with her.
* Megan became a heartless terror... made me cry on my birthday.
* I sort of had anger problems a bit, it wasn't my fault though, but the crazy psycho.
* I guess I was always quite different.
* The next few years are filled with a lot of making friends.... then being betrayed and they becoming enemies or bullies.
* Fifth grade: no one would talk to me for a whole year of school... no one. I was shunned, you were shunned if you talked to me. This is when I made friends with Alec... who betrayed me half way through the year only making it worse. He has been a cruel person to me ever since.
* Here I come to middle school, no friends. Catherine moves here. Alec, Liam, Catherine and me sit at the same lunch table.
* Alec and Liam hate me.
* Alec convince Catherine to hate me with lies.
* You know what, I never heard any of the rumors about me... but I know there were tons...
* Catherine was the closest thing I had to friend.
* She decided to sit at another table, so I went with her there... better then two people who hate you.
* She is all like, STOP FOLLOWING ME.
* We only see each other at lunch. -.- Like that is stalking.
* Middle school till now was filled with a lot of bullying and Catherine being like bipolar and hating vs. friendly with me.
* Then what I said above is pretty much where I am now.
* People don't exactly bully me at all anymore... sort of, but yeah. ._.

Ok, some good stuff though.
* I joined footlights in six grade.
* Found out I was good at singing and acting.
* Yeah, probably one of the few things that saved me.

WE had this youth group at my church, I went to(its for high schoolers) since I was seven cause my eldest siblings went, and my dad helped. So, I have been with that for a while. Though, now are youth group is like 15 people... it used to be 200.

I don't know what I am typing anymore... (hide spoiler)]

[Psᴇᴜᴅᴏʟᴏɢᴏs [ ɢᴏɴᴇ ]]

Whoooaaaa! :o
I didn't even read all of it because my eyes are acting all sensitive to light again, but… whoooaaa!

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Very nice Matthew, very to the point. I'm sorry to hear that you were bullied so, people are such assholes sometimes.

Paro, why don't you put on sunglasses? Or dim the brightness on your compoops? Or both?

[Matthew]

The lovely message I just sent her...

"Umm... let me think, and you can go Alec tell I said this. Tell Alec he can go fuck himself, though I am sure he would enjoy it to much. Tell that little Bitch that Evangeline and Catherine(you) are my friends, and that he is a petty little freak and should step of his high latter and get over himself.

If you can't even tell him that he is in the wrong yourself, then you aren't even my friend. I mean a real friend. Not that I have an 'real' friends in this fucked up school anyways...

... I freakin hate drama. I don't see why you feel the need to surround yourself in it.

...I regret nothing in this message n_n"

Then I unplugged out house phone and logged off facebook...

[Matthew]

I need something to distract me, cause...
I will not cut myself.
Allow myself to think of or attempt suicide. -.-
Or make any sort of bad decision.
I am not even crying, because I don't know how to cry anymore.

n_n

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Oh dear. You know that's what they want, right? They want for you to be upset and frustrated, they're first-class douches. Some people feed off of others' unhappiness, and although it's sick and disgusting, that doesn't mean they'll stop doing it. You know what you can really do to get back at them? Smile. Not in a creepy, I'm-gonna-get-you-someday smile, just shake your head and laugh it off. Don't get upset, that's what they want, and by giving them what they want, you let them win.

[▕ ▋ ♛ ▍Marisa]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm with you the "don't know how to cry anymore" thing. I ran out of tears years ago.

[Matthew]

I have been "smiling" for years. ._.

[Matthew]

It doesn't work...

[Matthew]

I've forced myself to get out of bed.
Paint a smile on my face.
And go to school.
For six years.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Keep it up then. Ignore them, flick the things they say off your shoulders, shrug it off and then go back to your work. I've always said, if the rumors aren't true, then why care? They're just petty teenagers who are tired with their own boring lives, so they create this world of drama that always revolves around them. They throw people down, and for what? So they can feel better about themselves?

Don't let them throw you down. It doesn't matter if it takes months or years, their persistence only means that they're growing more pathetic by the minute, while you're growing stronger. I know that sounds incredibly cheesey, but I mean it. Douche nozzles will be douche nozzles, and there's nothing you can do about it besides not giving them the drama they seek.

[Matthew]

No one would ever imagine this.
Because I am always to full of energy.
To simply "myself" and "outgoing".
My grades are high.
I go to church and am a "strong Christian."
No one would ever expect all of that to be one big lie the fell for.

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Of course, people are more often than not completely different on the outside than they are on the in. The thing is, other people don't have to know that. Only the people you let in get to know these things about you, everyone else knows absolutely nothing. They will think they know you, but that's just a sample of their stupidity. Either that, or you've just convinced them incredibly strongly- which happens often too.

[Matthew]

Well... I just got a message from Alec:

"Dear Matthew, I am sorry that our paths have been interesting for the past couple of years. I am sorry that I have offended you in some way that I don't really understand, but whatever. I would like to try and be frirends with you, because I feel like it is the better thing to do, so I will see you at kat's party tomorrow. Bye."

I am not sure what to think though... n_n

[the sound of Autumn, Oh dear.]

Ohmai, I'm confused too, if that makes you feel better.

[Matthew]

...the most awkward birthday party ever awaits me... ._.

[Matthew]

*sighs*

I am going to make the most pointless facebook status ever:

"..."

[▕ ▋ ♛ ▍Marisa]

-_- It's a trap Matt. It's happened to me before. I complained to my friend then they told the *omitted* who started it and then they sent me a phony apology message and I was just like "Dude. You are an *omitted*, but whatever." Then I showed up and they pushed me farther and farther away until it was like I was not even there. Don't let that happen to you Matty.