IntriguedLover
Ruby Mistress of Desire
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Character Profile: Cheri Hayes, age 21, Computer Tech at Best Buy, Brunette hair and 42D bust, 5'11" in height.
I had never been a true 'girly-girl' as my mother had wanted me to be. I was one of these that hung out with the guys rather than talking gossip with other girls my age. The conversations that the girls my age would have never did interest me.
"Oh god, he's sooo hot!"
"That nail polish is so cute! You have to let me borrow that!"
"Those shoes are to die for. I saw them at the mall the other day and just knew I had to have them!"
All it ever did was make me want to throw up in my mouth. I would literally have to exclude myself from the activities we were all at just to not yell, "Blech!" at all of them. Even during church functions, I hung out with the guys. I talked sports with them and even played video games on the old console that was in the rec room. Never did the guys complain. After we all turned 18, the guys were hitting on me. But I only denied them. I didn't have any plans to be with anyone yet. No one had caught my interests and I didn't expect that to change any time soon.
My attire isn't one that a lot of women wear either. I wear the dark wash skinny jeans and the occasional jean vest with whatever top I decide. My hair is dark and I wear makeup accordingly. I'm considered a goth by my family just because of how I dress and what I listen to. Even though I was brought up in the church, country music blasted into my ears all my life and all that other stuff -- didn't mean I was going to be that way forever.
It wasn't until I was about 17 that I started dressing this way. My family called it a 'phase' but sad day for them when I told them it wasn't a phase. It's who I am. I rock out to Metallica, Shinedown and Three Day Grace. Marilyn Manson and Rammstein are awesome in my eyes. I've been disowned twice and then my family says whatever. My mom even moved out and left me the house. I didn't care. I was on my own and proving that I was just fine to everyone.
I got off work one day and pulled into the driveway. I sighed until I saw my neighbor outside. The only thing was -- he wasn't just my neighbor; he was my best friend. Ever since his family moved in about 10 years ago, we've been inseparable. He thought that I was an awesome person just because I liked video games. Since then, he's been like a brother to me -- the brother I never had.
I got out of the car and waved at him. "Hey, Eugene!" I jumped the hedge that separated our two houses and gave him a hug. "How you been doing? You want to come over for dinner? I might be ordering Pizza.."
I had never been a true 'girly-girl' as my mother had wanted me to be. I was one of these that hung out with the guys rather than talking gossip with other girls my age. The conversations that the girls my age would have never did interest me.
"Oh god, he's sooo hot!"
"That nail polish is so cute! You have to let me borrow that!"
"Those shoes are to die for. I saw them at the mall the other day and just knew I had to have them!"
All it ever did was make me want to throw up in my mouth. I would literally have to exclude myself from the activities we were all at just to not yell, "Blech!" at all of them. Even during church functions, I hung out with the guys. I talked sports with them and even played video games on the old console that was in the rec room. Never did the guys complain. After we all turned 18, the guys were hitting on me. But I only denied them. I didn't have any plans to be with anyone yet. No one had caught my interests and I didn't expect that to change any time soon.
My attire isn't one that a lot of women wear either. I wear the dark wash skinny jeans and the occasional jean vest with whatever top I decide. My hair is dark and I wear makeup accordingly. I'm considered a goth by my family just because of how I dress and what I listen to. Even though I was brought up in the church, country music blasted into my ears all my life and all that other stuff -- didn't mean I was going to be that way forever.
It wasn't until I was about 17 that I started dressing this way. My family called it a 'phase' but sad day for them when I told them it wasn't a phase. It's who I am. I rock out to Metallica, Shinedown and Three Day Grace. Marilyn Manson and Rammstein are awesome in my eyes. I've been disowned twice and then my family says whatever. My mom even moved out and left me the house. I didn't care. I was on my own and proving that I was just fine to everyone.
I got off work one day and pulled into the driveway. I sighed until I saw my neighbor outside. The only thing was -- he wasn't just my neighbor; he was my best friend. Ever since his family moved in about 10 years ago, we've been inseparable. He thought that I was an awesome person just because I liked video games. Since then, he's been like a brother to me -- the brother I never had.
I got out of the car and waved at him. "Hey, Eugene!" I jumped the hedge that separated our two houses and gave him a hug. "How you been doing? You want to come over for dinner? I might be ordering Pizza.."