CheerWarren
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- Oct 6, 2002
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OOC: This is for me (CheerWarren) and PhoenixPrime01. It is closed for just us, so please don't post here. There is a possiblilty for the way we are thinking about taking it to open it up for other people. If you want to join, PM myself or PP01 and we'll think about letting people in before we officially open it.
BIO:
Katherine Peters (Kat or Katy to her friends) is a typical high school girl. She loves having friends and hates everything else about her life. She just turned 18 about 2 weeks ago, and all these new life responsiblities are a big pressure. She feels that she should be able to do what she wants, but her family...more particular her dad enforces rules against her. No Dating, must be home at 10:30 PM and thats if Daddy knows where she is going to be at, at all times, plus MANY more. She is hot to look at: blonde hair to mid back, bright blue eyes, 36c breasts, and 36 inch hips, she is pretty good too look at. Also add teh fact she stands 5'10" and has 38 inch legs. If legs was your think, she would be a goddess in your view. She got hit on all the time at school, but knew not to go out or else. A few times she has had a little hanky panky in the back of a car. She isn't a virgin, but the 2 times she did it, it wasn't good enough. This is her adventure.
IC: "FUCK YOU BRAD!!!!!" I screamed across the living room to my drunken dad. He just got home from the bar and was a mess. First thing he did was call me a slut and started to insult both me and my mom. She was too chicken to talk back, so she was sitting in her room crying. I on the other hand had grown tired of it. "SCREW YOU!!!!! YOU ARE TOO DAMN RESTRICTIVE, JUST ONCE, LET ME GO SOMEWHERE!!!" This was followed up quickly by drunken slurs.
I turned around and stomped away to go to my room, slamming the door behind me. That was quickly followed by a loud banging on the door from my dad, screaming at me. I just layed down on my bed, my face buried in my pillow, crying my face out. As I lay there crying, I thought about what I would do to end all this. Kill my dad...no, too violent for me. The only thing I could come up with was run away, make him miss me and want me back. Where would I go though.....well, I did have an aunt across the country in California. So, I made my plan in my mind.
A few hours later, everyone was in bed. I lay under my covers, in my silk pj's, waiting until the sounds of my dad's snores from across the house could be heard. I got out of bed and grabbed two bags from under my bed: a backpack and a large carrying bag. I quickly grabbed my cash, a few pairs of clothes, and whatever else I could find that I loved and packed them into the two bags. I put my pjs into the carrying bag also, changing into long tight jeans, red t-shirt, socks, a black thong, a matching black lace bra, and sneakers. I then put on my jacket (blue jean one that I got for my b-day from a friend). I quickly wrote down on a sheet of paper why I was leaving and that I would not comeback. I left the paper right on the fridge, right where I knew my dad would see it for his morning beer.
As I stepped out into the cold brisk air, it sent a shiver down my spine. Maybe I should wait for tommarow. Nah, if I was going to leave, leave now. I made my way out of the yard and down the sidewalk of our little urban community.
I kept walking, not paying attention to where exactly I was going. It surprised me when I got to the highway. As I stood next to that concrete path, cars racing past me, I knew it would be bad to walk tonight. Either find a place to sleep or hitch a ride. I decided that getting as far away as I could would be best, because my parents might search for me.
I walked down the highway, waving my arm in the air at passing cars, sticking my thumb out. Nobody seemed to care about this young girl on the side of the road at all. I was about to give up, when the van pulled up behind me, covering me in the headlights.
BIO:
Katherine Peters (Kat or Katy to her friends) is a typical high school girl. She loves having friends and hates everything else about her life. She just turned 18 about 2 weeks ago, and all these new life responsiblities are a big pressure. She feels that she should be able to do what she wants, but her family...more particular her dad enforces rules against her. No Dating, must be home at 10:30 PM and thats if Daddy knows where she is going to be at, at all times, plus MANY more. She is hot to look at: blonde hair to mid back, bright blue eyes, 36c breasts, and 36 inch hips, she is pretty good too look at. Also add teh fact she stands 5'10" and has 38 inch legs. If legs was your think, she would be a goddess in your view. She got hit on all the time at school, but knew not to go out or else. A few times she has had a little hanky panky in the back of a car. She isn't a virgin, but the 2 times she did it, it wasn't good enough. This is her adventure.
IC: "FUCK YOU BRAD!!!!!" I screamed across the living room to my drunken dad. He just got home from the bar and was a mess. First thing he did was call me a slut and started to insult both me and my mom. She was too chicken to talk back, so she was sitting in her room crying. I on the other hand had grown tired of it. "SCREW YOU!!!!! YOU ARE TOO DAMN RESTRICTIVE, JUST ONCE, LET ME GO SOMEWHERE!!!" This was followed up quickly by drunken slurs.
I turned around and stomped away to go to my room, slamming the door behind me. That was quickly followed by a loud banging on the door from my dad, screaming at me. I just layed down on my bed, my face buried in my pillow, crying my face out. As I lay there crying, I thought about what I would do to end all this. Kill my dad...no, too violent for me. The only thing I could come up with was run away, make him miss me and want me back. Where would I go though.....well, I did have an aunt across the country in California. So, I made my plan in my mind.
A few hours later, everyone was in bed. I lay under my covers, in my silk pj's, waiting until the sounds of my dad's snores from across the house could be heard. I got out of bed and grabbed two bags from under my bed: a backpack and a large carrying bag. I quickly grabbed my cash, a few pairs of clothes, and whatever else I could find that I loved and packed them into the two bags. I put my pjs into the carrying bag also, changing into long tight jeans, red t-shirt, socks, a black thong, a matching black lace bra, and sneakers. I then put on my jacket (blue jean one that I got for my b-day from a friend). I quickly wrote down on a sheet of paper why I was leaving and that I would not comeback. I left the paper right on the fridge, right where I knew my dad would see it for his morning beer.
As I stepped out into the cold brisk air, it sent a shiver down my spine. Maybe I should wait for tommarow. Nah, if I was going to leave, leave now. I made my way out of the yard and down the sidewalk of our little urban community.
I kept walking, not paying attention to where exactly I was going. It surprised me when I got to the highway. As I stood next to that concrete path, cars racing past me, I knew it would be bad to walk tonight. Either find a place to sleep or hitch a ride. I decided that getting as far away as I could would be best, because my parents might search for me.
I walked down the highway, waving my arm in the air at passing cars, sticking my thumb out. Nobody seemed to care about this young girl on the side of the road at all. I was about to give up, when the van pulled up behind me, covering me in the headlights.
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