Post by Vivian Evans on Nov 29, 2009 0:00:35 GMT -5
Captain's Log-I thought that was funny, way better than that dear diary, I mean who the hell came up with that?
Well, I graduated about 5 months back from N.Y.U.; to see my father and my grandparents sitting there when I got my diploma with tears of joy in their eyes, it really pulled my heartstrings. After the ceremony when I came to them, we hugged each other, the three of them told me how proud they were, it was such a precious moment. The was this one moment when I saw Dana one of my friends, she was hugging her mother. I hardly think of my own, but a few times I do wonder. Where is she? Does she think of me like I think of her? Was she a shifter or a were? It doesn't matter. I mean she left a few days after my birth; just left without a word as though carrying me for 9 months didn't matter. It took a toll on my father too, he did care for her even though a few years back during the "talk" he had spend the night with her, I knew he meant one night stand. He explained that it wasn't planned that it just happened, it was some bizarre chemistry between them. They woke up and said their goodbyes and left the morning after so to speak. Funny thing was about 7 months later she came to Dad's doorstep; that's when he found about me if you get the idea. Afterward my dad married Mom, he said everything was fine until I was born. He figured it was post-partum but it didn't stop her from leaving us. Anyway I moved on long ago. I know my father loves me but I know he's still sad about it; it does show in his eyes once in awhile like these pivotal moments in my life like this one when she should be here. I didn't mentioned it because Dad found someway to avoid the "mother talk": Evading, changing subject, or acting indifferent in which I do sometimes. But I quit thinking of these thoughts, this was important day for me and I was happy of it and I couldn't make it without the most important three people in my life.
Next Day
I told them I wanted to travel for a while. I haven't been out much. Embarrassing as it sounds I was well sheltered as a child. I was the jewel of their hearts, and of course it got a little annoying once puberty hit. Meaning that my were genes started to activate. So there was the random changes of my panther form and it was worse during a full moon. Most my time was in the house until I was able 'to keep it down'. Once I was able to control the randomness that's when I could socialize with people. Unfortunately, the family moved to an area were no one like us were around. It was kinda hard to find someone who was like you. Anywho another thing I was used to. So I packed everything from my dorm which I grew fond of; I was going to miss it, my shrine of tranquility as I called it. Most of it was to my father so he could put it in my old room if I came back home. For my travels I brought my big brown pack pack filled with clothes, a few jewelry, makeup (because I look horrible in the mornings)toiletries, my atlas, a compass, a few snacks and a bottle of water. And of course my phone since they do want to hear from me. After the goodbyes I went forward in my junky Cadillac and off somewhere new.
Well, I graduated about 5 months back from N.Y.U.; to see my father and my grandparents sitting there when I got my diploma with tears of joy in their eyes, it really pulled my heartstrings. After the ceremony when I came to them, we hugged each other, the three of them told me how proud they were, it was such a precious moment. The was this one moment when I saw Dana one of my friends, she was hugging her mother. I hardly think of my own, but a few times I do wonder. Where is she? Does she think of me like I think of her? Was she a shifter or a were? It doesn't matter. I mean she left a few days after my birth; just left without a word as though carrying me for 9 months didn't matter. It took a toll on my father too, he did care for her even though a few years back during the "talk" he had spend the night with her, I knew he meant one night stand. He explained that it wasn't planned that it just happened, it was some bizarre chemistry between them. They woke up and said their goodbyes and left the morning after so to speak. Funny thing was about 7 months later she came to Dad's doorstep; that's when he found about me if you get the idea. Afterward my dad married Mom, he said everything was fine until I was born. He figured it was post-partum but it didn't stop her from leaving us. Anyway I moved on long ago. I know my father loves me but I know he's still sad about it; it does show in his eyes once in awhile like these pivotal moments in my life like this one when she should be here. I didn't mentioned it because Dad found someway to avoid the "mother talk": Evading, changing subject, or acting indifferent in which I do sometimes. But I quit thinking of these thoughts, this was important day for me and I was happy of it and I couldn't make it without the most important three people in my life.
Next Day
I told them I wanted to travel for a while. I haven't been out much. Embarrassing as it sounds I was well sheltered as a child. I was the jewel of their hearts, and of course it got a little annoying once puberty hit. Meaning that my were genes started to activate. So there was the random changes of my panther form and it was worse during a full moon. Most my time was in the house until I was able 'to keep it down'. Once I was able to control the randomness that's when I could socialize with people. Unfortunately, the family moved to an area were no one like us were around. It was kinda hard to find someone who was like you. Anywho another thing I was used to. So I packed everything from my dorm which I grew fond of; I was going to miss it, my shrine of tranquility as I called it. Most of it was to my father so he could put it in my old room if I came back home. For my travels I brought my big brown pack pack filled with clothes, a few jewelry, makeup (because I look horrible in the mornings)toiletries, my atlas, a compass, a few snacks and a bottle of water. And of course my phone since they do want to hear from me. After the goodbyes I went forward in my junky Cadillac and off somewhere new.
