Post by Antilife on Oct 9, 2006 2:19:10 GMT
Hello, everytbody! I know it's been a very long time, but I finally have a little something for you. Oh and as for the new title you'll see why in a minute. But, please stay here and keep reading till the end. None of that oh well this is stupid cuss now there's this and that, and why haven't you answered questions 5-12 yet. Well just keep reading and your questions will be answered in the updates to come.......Now get read to read the first chap. of My Life as Jess Vincent: Tales of my Past!!!!!!!!
Oh.....hello. I didn't see you there......what am I doing? Well, that's a very silly question......I'm sitting on my bed. Why? Jeez, your naggy. I'm thinking.......thinking about what, why? Well, ok I'm thinking about things. Things, like.....like.....my parents. I guess also my old life. My old life? You mean......well I used to be happier........no......no......that's not the word. I guess *sigh* I guess I just miss it, I guess. That's what I mainly want......to go back.......to......to start over. What hapened? Well, I guess I could tell you.......
But, what do you want to know? My name.......well I have a few names. Ok, well my name is Jess Vincent. Weird? What? No, it's not weird. No, it's not! (you're so anoying!) No, that's my name......now. Well, let's see, it is my name, now. Just.....well.....before, it was Jessica Bradock.
You've heard of me? Where? Ok, well i won't ask where. Fine. But, yes. My name used to be Jessica Bradock. Not that it matters. That life is over. Long over.
Why? Well, I just say so. No, I just said so!!! (I swear I'm ganna hit you)
It's just that, that life ended in misery, torment, agony, depression. I tried, really hard to move on.....
what happened? well it's a long story. Thta's true, you do apparently know me. (you creepy person)
Well, it happened that 6 years ago I heard that yell, that yell that would end my old life and begin my new one.......it's when we got that letter. That stupid, stupid letter.
The letter that said we were bank-rupt. We moved out shortly and had to sell practically everything. My precious clothes. Which, come to think of it, I don't know why they were precous.
Well, we began our new life. The beans-in-a-can type of life. With ripped clothing, one bathroom, small bedroom, one car, and no money kind of life. I got used to it, I guess. But, my dad didn't.......what? no, I'm, I'm ok. I just have.....something..iinmyeye.....*sniff*
He, killed himself less than 8 months after we had moved into our new house. He couln't stand the new life......he never gave any signs, like I did. Nothing at all. Just one day, he bought a gun, one bullet, and walked out to the front hard to shoot himself........that was the first time I felt true misery. He was everything to me. Kind, sweet, loving. like the perfect father. And he's gone now.......
Shortly after he killed himself, my mother became very distraught and ill. She lives in the medical center up 2 miles. I visit her everyday. That was 6 years ago, this all happened, and here I am today.
I'm 21 and I go to the college of Alabama where I'm majoring in liturature. I barely make an income from my local job. if you can call it a job. It's what little light of my love of fashion left. I work at Macey's Clothing Botique......hahaha, I know.
Gwen? Oh yes, she still living with me happy as can be.......well I guess. She just glad to still have me. We are quite happy now. With a little house on the corner. She's gotten quite old though.
Gwen will be turning 80 next month. i just hope she'll be around longer than I hope......i can't bear to loose her yet.
Well, I guess that catches you up to date, right? No, you want to hear it again....no.....then.....what......I mean really!
My Life as Jess Vincent: Tales of my Past chap. 1: It's been 6 years
Oh.....hello. I didn't see you there......what am I doing? Well, that's a very silly question......I'm sitting on my bed. Why? Jeez, your naggy. I'm thinking.......thinking about what, why? Well, ok I'm thinking about things. Things, like.....like.....my parents. I guess also my old life. My old life? You mean......well I used to be happier........no......no......that's not the word. I guess *sigh* I guess I just miss it, I guess. That's what I mainly want......to go back.......to......to start over. What hapened? Well, I guess I could tell you.......
But, what do you want to know? My name.......well I have a few names. Ok, well my name is Jess Vincent. Weird? What? No, it's not weird. No, it's not! (you're so anoying!) No, that's my name......now. Well, let's see, it is my name, now. Just.....well.....before, it was Jessica Bradock.
You've heard of me? Where? Ok, well i won't ask where. Fine. But, yes. My name used to be Jessica Bradock. Not that it matters. That life is over. Long over.
Why? Well, I just say so. No, I just said so!!! (I swear I'm ganna hit you)
It's just that, that life ended in misery, torment, agony, depression. I tried, really hard to move on.....
what happened? well it's a long story. Thta's true, you do apparently know me. (you creepy person)
Well, it happened that 6 years ago I heard that yell, that yell that would end my old life and begin my new one.......it's when we got that letter. That stupid, stupid letter.
The letter that said we were bank-rupt. We moved out shortly and had to sell practically everything. My precious clothes. Which, come to think of it, I don't know why they were precous.
Well, we began our new life. The beans-in-a-can type of life. With ripped clothing, one bathroom, small bedroom, one car, and no money kind of life. I got used to it, I guess. But, my dad didn't.......what? no, I'm, I'm ok. I just have.....something..iinmyeye.....*sniff*
He, killed himself less than 8 months after we had moved into our new house. He couln't stand the new life......he never gave any signs, like I did. Nothing at all. Just one day, he bought a gun, one bullet, and walked out to the front hard to shoot himself........that was the first time I felt true misery. He was everything to me. Kind, sweet, loving. like the perfect father. And he's gone now.......
Shortly after he killed himself, my mother became very distraught and ill. She lives in the medical center up 2 miles. I visit her everyday. That was 6 years ago, this all happened, and here I am today.
I'm 21 and I go to the college of Alabama where I'm majoring in liturature. I barely make an income from my local job. if you can call it a job. It's what little light of my love of fashion left. I work at Macey's Clothing Botique......hahaha, I know.
Gwen? Oh yes, she still living with me happy as can be.......well I guess. She just glad to still have me. We are quite happy now. With a little house on the corner. She's gotten quite old though.
Gwen will be turning 80 next month. i just hope she'll be around longer than I hope......i can't bear to loose her yet.
Well, I guess that catches you up to date, right? No, you want to hear it again....no.....then.....what......I mean really!
I had big plans for this story.
? Well, if I get a few more poeple then I'll probably update. It's just that I'll need alot more motivation for this story than the legacy.
I will be putting this in the archives if no one else is going to read it!!! On Wednseday I'll ask once more then by the end of the day on Wednseday it will be put away. As you can tell I really don't want to do this, but if no one will read it, why bother??? I want to share my writing and if no one wants to read then there really isn't a point. Yeah, yeah, I know. I do love the attention and the hit points, but it's not only that. I really do want to be able to entertain poeple by letting them read this.